Home Run
By Pamela
Part 1. AT BAT
I think if I were just a little less smart and a little less shy then I wouldn't be about to enter graduate school at nineteen years old having never had a girlfriend. But no, I skipped second grade and then skipped eighth grade and because that made me so much younger than my classmates, I became pathologically shy. So shy, that I found it excruciatingly difficult to talk to girls, let alone ask them out or become friends with them. Since I had no relationship with girls except my much older sister, Lei, and have always been a lot younger than the guys in my classes, I've managed to slip through my childhood knowing virtually nothing about sex and particularly what it is that boys and girls do with each other. And yes, my dad is not the sort to explain the birds and bees to his son, so he has never taught me anything either. The only knowledge I've gotten is from some movies and books, but it is all abstract. I see people kiss, for example, but I've never done it with a girl and have no idea how to do it properly.
High school was particularly difficult for me since I had to watch the girls as they changed into women. I could see that they were often excited about wearing their first bras or having the bittersweet pleasure of having their first periods. I felt a burning desire to have a girlfriend who could confide in me what she was experiencing as she became a woman, but none of the girls I knew regarded me as anything more than a kid brother. What did their newly forming breasts look like? I hadn't the slightest idea of what a vagina looked like or how one behaved. I had only the vaguest idea of how girls used pads or tampons to catch their blood flow each month. How did boys get their penis inside girls? I had no idea how such a thing could be made to happen.
As each month went by in high school and the girls developed curvaceous bottoms and bulging breasts and began wearing pantyhose and heels and short skirts, my desire to have a girlfriend intensified. The craving for a girlfriend became so strong that somewhere along the way I realized that I could sort of have a girlfriend by "dating" myself. I would play the part of my own girlfriend and to do that I would have the help of wearing my mom's clothes so I would at least sort of look like a girl. To be honest, I found that I really enjoyed this game. It was fun to pretend to be my own girlfriend. I’d give myself a name, usually Audrey for some reason, instead of my real name, which is Martin. I would pretend to be a girl who really adored Martin and wanted to please him. For example, since Martin liked feminine girls, I tended to wear my mom's sexiest underwear and one or another of her floral pattern dresses. So attired, I would mince my way around the house having a conversation between myself and Martin:
“Audrey, I’ve never seen you prettier than you are now.”
“You’re such a dear, Martin. I love dressing up and being pretty for you.”
“You’re wearing such a lovely dress.”
“I’m glad you noticed. You make me feel so desirable. I’m quivering with love for you. Come hold me!”
The end result of games like this was to make me feel intensely feminine which had the benefit of calming my frustration in not having a girl friend. I could look forward to having Audrey show up about once a week, and that seemed to be enough. However, my expectation was that the day I got a real girlfriend would be the day that I said goodbye to my pretend girlfriend.
I hoped that when I went to college, I'd finally be able to get a real girlfriend. When I was applying to colleges my parents felt that I wasn't ready for dorm life, so it was decided I'd live at home and attend the pretty decent state college that was a mile away from our house. By this time, I was so accepting of my social awkwardness, and pretty content to have my weekly dressing up game, that I didn't fight them about it. I'd have my mom's clothes in case I couldn't meet a girl and there was a certain amount of comfort in that. Surely, in a dorm, I could never play my dress-up game and so there was quite a risk that I'd end up lonely and miserable if I went away to college.
In college I did make some friends though they were all guys and though they tried to help me find a girlfriend it never worked out well. I'm not unattractive, but I look quite young and I'm fairly thin and just 5 foot 8 inches tall and painfully inexperienced. I'm sure my cluelessness in knowing what to say to girls, or in knowing what steps to take in getting a date, had a lot to do with my failure in the love department.
All during college I continued to play my dress-up game and I became quite adept at being Martin's girlfriend. I spent a lot of time looking at girls, studying everything they do and then imitating it. I particularly enjoyed watching girls making very girl-like gestures with their hands or when they walked, and I'd try to imitate these motions. As much as I liked acting like a girl, however, invariably there would reach a point where reality would set in and I'd be frustrated. For example, though I'd be wearing my mom's bra with the cups stuffed with her panties, the moment I felt inside the bra I'd know that there was no breast there, just panties. Also, there was never a vagina inside my panties, just a penis and it was disconcerting to say the least to pretend one didn't have a penis and then find out that one did. In such moments I wanted to have a real girlfriend in the most awful way. I had a fantasy of her being my friend, my buddy, and someone who when we held each other and felt sexual, I would find that she had real breasts and a vagina and not folded up panties and a penis.
****
Now I'm graduating college and I'm as innocent of girls as I was in high school. I keep thinking that I ought to ask my dad about girls, but I'm afraid that he'd be upset that I never asked him before. In addition, I've never been close to him since he's a macho guy and I'm not. He has an abundance of testosterone that gives him expectations for my athletic ability that are way beyond what I can achieve. When I was young, he often would grow frustrated trying to teach me to comfortably swing a bat or shoot hoops in the manner of a typical boy. He'd remind me over and over again, "if you swing the bat like a girl, no girl will ever want to date you. You've got to be a good athlete if you expect to charm the ladies." When he'd say something like that, I'd become more convinced that no girls would like me and at the same time I wanted more and more to seek out the comforts of my mom. Besides the affection she gave me, I, of course, had a secret connection to her from the fact that I dressed in her clothes. In some of my fantasies, in the role of Martin's girlfriend, I'd be meeting his mom, and she would say something like, "what a coincidence, I have a dress just like that!"
It's somewhat ironic that while I would love to have a girlfriend who could help me improve my pretend-girl persona, if I had a girlfriend, then I wouldn't need to pretend I was Martin's girlfriend. In any event, if I ever do get the chance to ask a girl about how to be a girl, then I'd have a million questions I'd want to ask her. I would like to find out what girls feel like when they wake up in the morning. Or what they feel like brushing their teeth or going pee pee. What do girls feel like getting dressed, like when they put their breasts in a bra, or are walking to school, or being on a date with a boy? What do girls feel like when they listen to music or when they dance? I want to know the answer to all these questions so that I could feel the same way that they do and then my girl-pretending would get more and more accurate.
When I do get the courage to talk to a girl, like one who may be sitting next to me in class, I don't know whether to talk to her as if she might become my girlfriend or talk to her as if she would be a consultant on how to be a girl. This has made me even more self-conscious than I normally am so that even though I usually have many things on my mind to talk about, my mind invariably goes blank when I'm supposed to say something to a girl. Not one subject comes to mind to talk about. Instead, I usually contemplate whether I should run for my life and hide. Faced with this strange silent guy, girls lose interest in getting to know me.
****
While I didn't have a girlfriend in college, I did have a rich academic life and I decided that I wanted to become a mathematician. In fact, a very specific sort of mathematician which meant that I would be going to graduate school at Columbia University in New York City to study with Professor Oppenheim who is the preeminent expert in my sub-specialty. In fact, in just a couple of weeks I'm moving from our midwestern town to New York City to get an early start on my graduate career. I'll spend the summer working on a scholarship with Dr. Oppenheim even before I start classes in the fall. I'll be living far from home all by myself in a big city that I don't really know much about. A shy, brainiac kid who tends to envy girls and is too shy to talk to them.
As I've hinted at before, I'm fully expecting that I may go through some sort of melt down over the fact that I will no longer have my mom's clothing to play with. On the other hand, maybe I'll finally meet a nice girl who will become my girlfriend. In that case I'll be really glad that I don't have my mom's clothes nearby, since they would tempt me to compete against Martin's real live girlfriend for his affection. Just think how crazy that is! Admittedly, I'll probably be a bit sad to give up my pretend girlfriend for a real one, but hopefully those feelings will eventually be buried underneath all the wonderful things that come from having a real girlfriend.
My mom has been terribly nervous about sending me off alone to the big city. Even though Columbia has a nice dorm I can stay in for the summer that has guards and food and medical care and anything else I might need, she worries incessantly about me being so young and vulnerable compared to the other graduate students. The truth is I'm also worried about being alone in the city but only because I think I might not make any friends, so I'll become very lonely. And on top of that I will have no chance to pretend to be Martin's girlfriend.
****
With all this worry about me being alone in New York, my mother decided to call her old college roommate Miriam who happens to live very close to Columbia to see if she would be willing to be an emergency contact for me if I were to get into trouble. My mom and Miriam have kept up their friendship over the years, never going more than a year or two between visits with each other. Miriam is a very successful clothing buyer for Allied who has never married. My mom has visited Miriam a few times in New York and Miriam has visited us on several business trips that took her to the Midwest. I had last seen Miriam, or really my "Aunt" Miriam as my sister Lei and I call her, about a year or two earlier. Miriam is very beautiful, like a movie star, but also modest, kind and thoughtful. Though middle aged like my mom, she has retained a youthful frame of mind and appearance. Unfortunately for me, it is painful for me to be around her since she has a female charisma that reminds me of how much I am missing. Besides her shapely feminine body, her movements are graceful and delicate, her hair is long and styled and bounces when she walks. If I had a girlfriend like her, I would be the happiest boy alive. She has also been a useful resource in my quest to learn female behaviors that I can imitate when I'm pretending to be Martin's girl friend. For example, I've observed the way she tucks her skirt under her as she sits. I especially like the way she does this when her skirt is tight because she has an especially girlish way of smoothing the skirt just as she bends her legs to sit. I've studied the delicate straps on her high heels and wondered how she buckles them. This has sparked my interest in my mom's high heels and I regularly wear them in the role of Martin's girlfriend. Of course, Miriam's pantyhosed legs are a wonder in their own right.
When my mom called Miriam to ask her to be my emergency contact, I stayed close enough to the phone to overhear her side of the conversation. I figured that at some point, I'd probably meet up with Miriam once I got to New York and while that might be sort of traumatic, I knew I'd survive the encounter. Miriam had a busy professional life and no doubt we would not get into regular contact with each other.
I heard my mother greet Miriam saying, "Hi Miriam, its Lillian."
They exchanged some pleasantries and then my mom said, "I want to ask you for a small favor."
"Do you remember from the last time I spoke to you that Martin's first choice for graduate school is Columbia?"
My mom listened and then said, "He did and we're so proud of him. In fact, the reason why I'm calling is that Martin is actually leaving for New York next week because he's got a position doing some research with a math professor during the summer."
Miriam said something and then my mom continued, "The thing is Miriam, he's going to be in the dorm but I'm a little worried that he doesn't know anyone in New York if he should have a problem. Would you mind if he could list you as his emergency point of contact? It would take away some of my worry."
I watched my mom's face to see what Miriam might be saying. Miriam seemed to be giving a speech about something and my mother said, "Oh, no, Miriam, you don't have to!" Then a minute later, "That is so very kind of you! Look, Martin is nearby here, why not tell him yourself."
My mom said, "Miriam wants to talk to you."
Puzzled and not a little bit nervous, my mom passed me the phone and I said, "Hi Aunt Miriam."
"Hi Martin! Your mom told me the great news about you going to Columbia. I was telling her that the dorm will likely be a ghost town during the summer and that you should come and stay with me for the summer. Then in the fall you can go to the dorm when all the kids show up."
Reeling with surprise I said, "Oh, but Aunt Miriam, I can't impose upon you like that!"
"Pshaw, Martin, it’s the least I can do. I have a large apartment with plenty of space and I'm only a few blocks from campus. You and I will have a wonderful time together. How about it Martin, won't it be exciting?"
I felt like I was going to faint. How could I ever share an apartment with Miriam? To be physically near her on a daily basis? To have to look and talk to her, to see her feminine persona up close and somehow find a way to act normal. There would be nothing to save me from my desire to be her boyfriend. How in the world would she not see that her femininity was overwhelming me? She'd have to tell my mom and dad that I was a sorry excuse for a boy. My nerves shot past their limit and I felt myself slipping into a panic attack.
I made a sort of strange grunting sound and Miriam said, "Put your mom back on honey," and I handed the phone back to my mom.
The two of them talked some more and my mom covered the mouthpiece and said to me, "What do you say Martin?"
Seeing how there was no way out of this without hurting Miriam's feelings and getting my mom to freak out and demand some sort of explanation from me, I shrugged my shoulders giving a kind of weak "yes" answer.
"Martin tells me he is absolutely delighted to stay with you. It will be so wonderful for him. It will take away all his anxiety about being in New York alone. You're sure it won't put you out?"
As I listened to the conversation, I heard my mom and Miriam putting the plan into motion. I heard my mom tell Miriam that "Martin is a bit shy, but I'm sure that he'll warm up to you in a short while once he hits the ground in New York."
"You're so sweet Miriam. What a great friend. I can always count on you!"
The two women talked for a few more minutes and then my mom said goodbye.
My mother looked at me smiling and said, "I am so relieved. You'll have such an easier time adjusting to New York under her guidance. Her apartment is beautiful, and you'll have your own bedroom and bathroom. In fact, she has brand new lacquer furniture for your bedroom that is imported from Italy that will be coming in a week. So, it will be a very elegant room for you to stay in."
I smiled as best I could and said to my mom, "I'll try as hard as I can to be appreciative to Aunt Miriam."
My mom smiled and said, "That pleases me no end. I am sure that you'll find Miriam to be truly delightful. You'll surely end up being very happy to be staying there."
****
The next day Martin's mom called up Miriam to thank her again for her generosity. "I also wanted to tell you that Martin's dad and I are hoping that this whole experience for Martin, being in a big city with lots of people to interact with, will help get him out of his 'shell.'"
"I know how shy he is Lillian," Miriam said, "and I'll do my best to help him relax and feel comfortable."
"It's particularly with girls that we are most concerned. If the truth be told, Martin has never been on a date, nor attended a dance or been invited to a party. His dad and I worry about how frustrated he is. We know that he would love to have a girlfriend or even a girl to talk to."
"So maybe I can be a big help in that department."
"You know some young girls his age?"
"There are some girls at work who I could possibly invite over here for dinner. Regardless of that, I'm thinking that for Martin to camp out in a woman's apartment and have daily interactions with the opposite sex, even if I am older, might help him get more comfortable talking to girls."
"I agree Miriam. I was a little bit afraid to mention that because that is really putting a burden on you. His shyness could become a problem for you, and also..."
"Nonsense, Lillian, I think no matter how it unfolds; it will be fun for me. I like young people and anything I can do to help Martin will be nothing but a pleasure for me."
"Thank you, Miriam, but I was about to add that Martin's dad has never even explained the birds and bees with him. We wonder if Martin even knows anything about sex."
"Then, if any opportunity arises to get him exposed, I won't stand in his way. Perhaps he could make friends with some boys who could open up his eyes."
"That's great Miriam, but actually..."
Lillian paused for a second and Miriam said, "What dear? You can confide in me."
"I know Miriam. I feel a bit awkward saying this, but you know that you're very beautiful and I expect that a boy like Martin could form a crush on you."
"Oh, please, Lillian," Miriam laughed.
"No, I'm serious and I'm not saying it’s bad for him to have a crush on you. In fact, the opposite. It could give you an opportunity to direct Martin toward understanding girls, how to meet girls, how to feel comfortable with girls. You know, all of that. He'll trust you and you can use the fact that you're a woman who he talks to, to help him grow up. Really, anything that you could do to help him overcome his ignorance and shyness around girls will make him a happier person and will make his father and I very happy."
"I'm flattered that you'd trust me with such an important mission. I'll do my best to help him any way I can!"
"Thank you, Miriam, I really appreciate it!"
****
A week later Miriam called my mother to say that the fancy Italian furniture that she was expecting was going to be delayed a few months because of a strike. She had another bedroom that she could put me in, but she wanted to talk to me about it. My mom handed me the phone and Miriam said, "I was telling your mom that my guest bedroom is presently unfurnished. I had gotten rid of the bed that was in there to make room for the new furniture. But that can't get here until the fall. However, I can put you in my other bedroom, it's my niece Penelope's bedroom, the one that she uses when she visits me, but she's away for the summer and won't be coming by."
"I guess as long as she doesn't mind it's OK with me to stay there," I said.
"Oh, it’s no problem for her, but the thing is that she's the one who decorated the room and it is a bit feminine in appearance. I can well imagine that a lot of boys might get a little irritated being surrounded by a lot of pink and some frills."
"You don't think I'm going to like it?"
"No, no, no, not at all. I personally don't see why anyone boy or girl wouldn't like the room, it's very comfortable and has its own bathroom. I just didn't want to surprise you."
"Well, I guess, if it’s no problem for you, then I don't see why it should be a problem for me."
"Good, good, good, all good," Miriam said.
When I got off the phone my mom said, "Miriam told me about the feminine decor. It won't bother you will it?"
For the first time in my life my mom and I were talking even the slightest bit about anything having to do with my sexual feelings and I blushed and said to her, "Aunt Miriam doesn't think it's a problem so I said it'll be OK with me."
"Great, Martin, you have become such a mature young man now!"
****
I arrived in New York a week later on Sunday. The taxi let me out in front of Miriam's building. I felt a panic attack coming over me as I contemplated pressing the buzzer for her apartment. Unfortunately, I had no plan B; I had no choice but to ring the buzzer, so I reluctantly pushed the button. A second later I heard Miriam's voice over a speaker telling me that she would be right down. A minute later Miriam came into the vestibule and greeted me with a big smile.
"So great to see you Martin! How was your flight and the trip from the airport?"
I stared at Miriam in a state of disbelief. Whatever my memory was of how she looked; it did not do justice to the person in front of me. Whereas she had always been dressed somewhat formally in skirts and blouses when I had seen her before, now she was dressed more casually wearing a tight, white, short-sleeve blouse through which I could see the outlines of her bra and her large breasts. And she was wearing tight jeans that framed her perfect butt. I could barely look at her and yet I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Miriam raised her eyebrows and tilted her head as if to remind me to answer her question. I mumbled, "fine."
"I'm so glad," Miriam said chuckling.
Miriam helped me carry my luggage up to her apartment. I followed behind her walking like a zombie. When the door shut behind us and we were standing together in her living room I felt my knees lock and I was frozen in place. My heart palpitated and I could feel some muscle in my leg shaking nervously. All my fears took root at once. My fear of Miriam, my loneliness for my family, anxiety about meeting the professor I was to work with and an overall dread of adjusting to life in New York. Of most immediate concern was the fact that I needed to act like a human being with Miriam, not an android with a silly smile stuck on his face and no words coming out of my mouth.
Miriam smiled at me and I looked down at the ground. "Make yourself comfortable Martin, I'll be right back."
Miriam went down a hallway off of the living room to her bedroom. Nervously, I stood in the living room awaiting her return. The room was immense with a beautiful white leather sofa and armchair and a few interesting sculptures and paintings. A remarkable lacquer coffee table was in front of the sofa as well as an ottoman. Across the room was a large screen television. To one side was a dining area with a large table and beyond that the entrance to the kitchen. I heard the distant flush of a toilet. The image of how Miriam looked came to my mind and I felt a strong urge to flee the apartment. Before I could do anything, Miriam came back in the room.
I stood awkwardly forcing myself to look at Miriam and trying not to focus on how attractive she was. She was smiling as if she thought the strangeness of the situation was amusing. "So, Martin," she finally said, "we have to get you situated."
She picked up one of my bags and said, "Come with me."
I picked up my other bag and followed Miriam down the hallway. She had the most beautiful hair. Kind of blonde, long and bouncy. I gazed at it and then my eyes took in the shape of her butt and the feminine way she moved. This was going to be much harder than I had expected. As we walked, Miriam said, "As I said on the phone, I have to put you up in Penelope's bedroom, which is just a wee bit on the feminine side. And as I said, it’s no problem for me if it’s no problem for you!"
She led me through a doorway into her niece's bedroom. Whatever I had fantasized about being in a girl's room did not prepare me for the shock that awaited me. The bedroom was that of a girl who worshipped pink and anything and everything that was girlish. Frilly pink curtains were on the windows, the bed coverlet was white with pink roses and lace. A doll wearing a puffy pink ballroom dress with layers of crinolines decorated the center of the bed between the two pillows. The dresser was white with pink hearts at the corners. The floor had plush, rose colored carpeting and slightly pink wallpaper with thin white lines and sprays of daisies. Through a doorway, was an adjoining bathroom, with pink tiles, toilet, tub, wallpaper and towels. I was taken entirely by surprise. No daydream I had had in which I pretended that I was Martin's girlfriend included such a setting. Everything I saw around me tempted me with its siren song and I could feel myself blushing with embarrassment, as any boy would when ushered into such a purely feminine space. I couldn't grasp how Miriam could say it was just "a wee bit feminine."
"You see you have a private bathroom," Miriam said pointing in the direction of the bathroom door. I nodded my head and Miriam continued, "apart from how feminine it's decorated, it's a really comfortable room. So, what do you think?"
I looked at Miriam unable to talk. One part of me knew that the room was an answer to my prayers. It would provide endless opportunities to role play my imaginary girlfriend. But such thoughts made me feel guilty. Miriam would no doubt not want me in the room if I was reveling in how I could take advantage of the room to perfect my girl fantasies. Miriam's eyes fixated on mine and I figured she must be seeing the torrent of emotion in my face since she said, "I think you're aghast at the thought of staying here, aren't you?"
"Oh, no, Aunt Miriam," I said finally able to talk, "it's fine. I was just a little bit surprised at all the pink. But I guess pink is Ok, it's just a color, right?"
Miriam laughed and said, "How true Martin. I'm so used to the room I forget how unbelievably pink it is. And for a boy, wow!"
Something in my face then made Miriam add, "I know many boys can feel a bit nervous around pink things, but as you said, it’s just a place to sleep and it won't turn you pink!"
Her small joke made me chuckle and loosen up a bit, and I could see that provided some relief for Miriam. She then continued saying, "I've cleared some of the drawers in the dresser for your clothes and there is some space in the closet I've left for you." Miriam opened up one of the sliding, accordion-like doors of the long closet revealing a small bare space on a clothing rack that was otherwise filled with dresses, skirts, blouses and a whole section devoted to pretty pink party dresses. There must have been a half dozen of them, each one in a plastic see-through garment bag, with large puffy skirts. Some of the garment bags seemed to have pink crinolines in them. I felt myself reeling as if I might faint. How could this be? How could such pretty clothes be in the same room as me? I would be able to pretend to be a much younger and prettier version of my girlfriend, that is, if I ever allowed myself to touch the clothes.
Miriam walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer and showed me that it was empty. She opened the next drawer down and I could see that the left half of it was empty and the other half was filled with what was clearly girls underwear. "You've got another half a drawer here. I hope you don't mind that I park some of Penelope's panties and bras here."
I acknowledged Miriam's question with a slight grunt. My heart pounded at the sight of the frilly garments. That my clothes would be next to them, that I would be looking at them every day of the summer, seemed impossible. I concentrated with all my might on trying to figure out how Miriam could be so blasé about my sharing a drawer with her niece's bras and panties. She acted as if there was nothing out of the ordinary.
"Very good. If there isn't enough room for your clothes, I can put the bras and panties somewhere else. Let me know. I want you to be comfortable here."
I slightly nodded my head.
Miriam suddenly smiled and looked at me. "You're so adorably shy and polite Martin. I hope you can treat the apartment like it really is your home this summer. Please don't feel like a guest. Relax and enjoy yourself."
"Thank you, Aunt Miriam. I'll try to be less shy."
I saw Miriam break out into a grin. "Aha Martin, you can smile!"
I blushed and Miriam added, "Good. I think this is going to be the start of a very nice summer for both of us!" A few seconds later she added, "So why don't you relax here for a while getting used to the pink, and then when you feel ready come out to the living room and we'll get to know one another better. I'm very interested in hearing all about the research you are going to do at Columbia. How does that sound?"
"OK," I said. Miriam left the room and closed the door behind herself. I lay down on the bed and let my eyes roam around the room. The reveries that I had had wearing my mom's clothes would be nothing compared to what I could do in this room. I could pretend that this room is where my girlfriend lives and then I could be that girlfriend. I could have fantasies in which she's getting dressed to go on a date with me. The possibilities were endless. It seemed as if Penelope must be very much like the kind of girl that I'd like to have for a girlfriend. She obviously loves being a girl and loves all the girlish aspects of being a girl. Being in love with femininity and appreciating her own femininity. Those were things that I probably would want in my girlfriend. Not that she was vapid, just that she appreciated all the things that went with being a girl.
It was hard to believe that I had been thrust into this room. Me of all people and what's more, Miriam seemed utterly nonchalant about it. She acted like there was nothing too weird about it. Even having her niece's bras and panties in a drawer that I'd be using didn't appear to phase her. It made me wonder if I was much weirder than I already thought I was.
After a while I got up and put my things in the drawers and closet. I stood a full minute staring at the bras lying next to my clothes and wondering if they might fit me. I had never met Penelope. If she wasn't especially petite, then there was a chance we might have a similar size. Of course, I would at some point end up touching one of the bras and I couldn't see how I could do that in good conscience. I'd be violating Miriam's trust in me and it would make her feel bad that she had put me in this situation. But, of course, how would Miriam know that there was anything to be concerned about?
I went out to the living room as Miriam had suggested I do. She was seated on the sofa reading a magazine. She looked up at me, she had a pretty, slight smile on her face, and I felt the warm way in which she regarded me. "Have a seat Martin. Let's chat and get to know each other. So, what do you think of the room now?"
"It's still pink, but I'm sure I'll get used to it," I said, half blushing. The image of the bras lying there came to mind. If only Miriam knew how much stress those bras would cause me. It had occurred to me that it was a bit strange that Miriam's niece had so many clothes awaiting her in a place that she didn't seem to visit often. I said, "Does Penelope come here often?"
"Oh, yes, of course. She's also been studying in NY over the last few years and she comes by often. She's been coming since she was very young, and we are pretty close as far as aunts and nieces go. You must be thinking why does she have so many clothes? Well part of the answer is that she's studying to be an actress and she seems to often end up playing the part of feminine girls such as southern belle's or party girls. It's what she likes for herself, and I have somewhat indulged her proclivity toward frou frou."
"It'd be nice to meet her," I said, feeling suddenly very daring.
"When she's back from the summer I'll have the two of you get together. I think that's a wonderful idea! My two favorite young people!"
I tried to imagine the kind of girl that preferred the pretty clothes I had glimpsed and the crazy pink everywhere. How lucky she is that she gets to immerse herself in her femininity.
"I'm very interested in you, Martin. Tell me about your project here at Columbia."
I told Miriam about the math research that I was to be involved with and why I chose that. A lot of the discussion was kind of technical, but Miriam was good at asking questions and she seemed to understand the gist of what I was saying. At more than one point she said, "You're such a smart young man Martin!". Eventually the conversation changed in which I asked her about her job in the fashion industry and about her history with my mom. I became very comfortable and relaxed to the point where I was sure this was going to be a great summer. Of course, it was a bit stressful to be in the presence of such a beautiful woman. I couldn't help but wonder about what her body looked like, or what I would see if she were to say suddenly lift up her blouse. When I wasn't thinking such thoughts and trying hard to not think such thoughts, my mind wandered to the pretty clothes in my bedroom. I knew that no matter how much I might tell myself to leave the clothes alone, I'd be exploring every inch of the dresser drawers and closet before the summer was over. And yes, Miriam went to work every day and I would have an ocean of time to play dress up as Martin's girlfriend. These thoughts made me feel increasingly guilty and also helpless. I prayed that I'd have the strength not to embarrass myself this summer.
When there was a lull in the conversation, Miriam said, "You need to call your mom and tell her you got here safely."
She led me to a phone in the living room and I dialed home. My mom answered almost immediately and was excited to hear that I had arrived safely. "How are you getting along with Miriam?"
"Fine.”
"Really?"
"She's nice."
"I am so happy to hear that. You looked so mortally scared this morning."
"I know mom. I was scared but I'm feeling a lot better now."
"Isn't that grand. She's such a dear. How is your bedroom?"
"It's kind of pink like Aunt Miriam said, but I think I'll get used to it pretty quickly."
"I'm glad to hear that."
We talked a little bit more and then she had me pass the phone to Miriam and the two of them talked awhile before they hung up. When she was off the phone Miriam said, "Your mom seems pleased that you've adjusted to life here so quickly. She was a bit worried about your shyness, but happily we're starting to put that all behind us."
"Yeah, I guess I've always been kind of shy, mainly with girls I guess."
Miriam looked at me sympathetically. "It's so hard being a teenager, isn't it? Particularly when it comes to the opposite sex."
I blushed and said, "Yeah, I guess so."
"At your age every little thing probably seems so monumental. The way a girl looks at you, or exactly what words she says. When you get older, you get a better perspective and its easier."
I didn't know whether or not I should confide in Miriam, but I impulsively took the plunge and said, "I guess my problem has been that I'm so shy around girls that I never learned what to make of what they say or what it might mean by the way they look at me. It’s all so hard to decipher."
"Girls are people, just like you or me. It's just a matter of taking a risk and not worrying about getting hurt, even though that is a lot easier said than done."
"I really wish I could take a risk, but I'm way too scared. I think I'll probably never have a girlfriend."
"Such a handsome boy like you will certainly one day have many girlfriends. I guarantee it. I'm sure that there are plenty of girls who would love to be your girlfriend. I bet it’s just that girls are shy the same way boys are, and you just need a little bit of luck at the right moment to get to know a girl."
If it weren't for the fact that I was having an intimate conversation with a beautiful sexy woman, I might have found myself feeling so sorry for myself that I'd be crying. But there was something about Miriam which gave me hope that I'd turn things around like I had never been able to do before.
"Now I need to tell you about where to find everything you might need in the apartment." Miriam showed me where the utensils, plates and cups were in the kitchen, explained the system in the cupboard, gave me a key, discussed my chores, her work schedule and general information about getting the mail and doing the laundry. Some nights she would have company come over and I would always be welcome to join in. During the day I would be free to roam around Columbia and do whatever else I needed to do. It was going to be a great summer for both of us.
When we were done, I went back to my bedroom. I opened the drawer with Penelope's bras and panties and looked at my white tee shirts and jockey shorts on one side and her mostly pink underwear on the other. I had the distinct impression that from Miriam's point of view it was just some clothes in the drawer and there was no special significance or importance to that fact. That her niece's clothes filled up my imagination with many fun games I could play with them, that possibility was not on her radar screen. Yet that seeming fact was hard to grasp. Was it truly possible that she didn't think that a bra had any significance for me?
I decided that it was probably best just to not over think the situation. If I let Miriam know that I was reacting to the bras, she'd probably feel like she needed to move the clothing to another room. So, I prepared myself to always be as cool as a cucumber whenever the topic of my room came up again. I would be totally blasé and help squelch any suspicion that Miriam might acquire as to my excitement of having so many wonderful girl's clothes at my disposal.
The thought that I should at least take a good look at a bra and panty to see if they fit me would not leave my mind. Clearly, it would be terribly wrong of me to touch any of Penelope's clothes and what would happen if Miriam caught me at it? She'd be very disappointed in me and embarrassed that she had put me in her niece's room. Somehow, I would have to learn to shut out the temptation. Of course, the easiest way to dismiss the whole idea of trying on the clothes was to discover that they don't fit me. So, I definitely had a good reason for touching the clothes. I picked up a bra and panty from the drawer and went into my bathroom to take a good look at them. First, I looked at the bra, which was made of a pretty pink lace. Holding it by its ends I saw instantly that it would probably fit me. I looked at the tag and it was 36C. My mom was a 38D and her bras were always kind of loose on me. I always had to use the tightest of the clips in the back. This bra would no doubt fit me perfectly. I looked now at the panty which was also pink but of a kind of shiny fabric. I noticed a small bow at the front of the waist band. It was a size six and it was also going to fit me. Now all of a sudden, I felt that danger lurked in my bedroom. Somehow, I'd have to summon up the strength of character to resist wearing the underwear. But I also wondered if I'd ever be able to resist. The siren song was overwhelming me. I put back the bra and panty and closed the dresser drawer. This showed some self-control. A good first step, I congratulated myself. I had more than enough to occupy myself this summer without also getting involved with Penelope's clothes.
****
Miriam and I had tuna sandwiches for lunch and then Miriam left to take care of some errands, so I was free to do whatever I wanted to do. Rather than stay alone in the apartment and be tempted by her niece's clothes I spent the afternoon exploring the streets in her neighborhood. When I came back home Miriam was still out. I went into my bedroom and lay on the bed and then got up and sat down in the living room. As long as I lay on the bed, I couldn't help but think of wanting to explore the room, and I had had enough of that frustration for one day.
****
When Miriam returned from her errands at six O'clock she was carrying a pizza from Sam's Pizza which was around the corner from the apartment. I was starving and delighted at the surprise of getting a dinner that my mom would not likely ever serve to our family.
It was strange having dinner alone with Miriam. As soon as I bit into the pizza, I realized that it was very good. Much better than any pizza I had had before and I exclaimed, "This is so good! This is the best pizza I've ever had!"
Miriam laughed and said, "I thought you'd like a quick introduction to the city and all it has to offer!"
We continued our conversation from earlier in the day and then I helped Miriam clean up the dishes and take out the trash. When we were done with our chores Miriam said, "Perhaps you want to wash up, take a shower or bath? Then we can get comfortable and watch a show. How's that?"
"Great."
"Good, it'll be fun to hang out with you," Miriam said laughing.
I went to my bedroom and took a shower. After I dried myself off and went to fetch my pajamas, I realized that I had forgotten to pack them. I must have left them on my bed at home. I wrapped the large pink bath towel around me and went to seek Miriam. I found her getting something from a hall closet. She did a double take seeing me in the towel and I said "I have a small problem Aunt Miriam. I've forgotten to pack my pajamas. Do you think there is a store nearby where I could buy some?"
Miriam laughed and said, "I'm afraid it's too late for any clothing stores to be open, besides the fact that you've already showered and there aren't any close by. What about sleeping in a tee shirt, did you think of that?"
"No, I didn't. I guess I could try that."
"But you don't sound very happy about that."
"No, it's just that they're kind of confining and I like to sleep with loose pajamas..."
"Then what about sleeping au natural?"
"You mean ..."
"Yes. Lots of people do it."
I had never thought about sleeping naked. My whole life I always had been wearing pajamas. Seeing my consternation, Miriam suddenly laughed and said, "Of course, Penelope has some pajamas that probably will fit you. You could wear them. I'm sure she won't mind." My face must have gone beet red since Miriam said, "I apologize if I've hurt your feelings. I wasn't intending to," Miriam said somewhat distraught, "I'm sorry."
"Hurt my feelings?" I asked not understanding what she meant.
"You might think I'm implying that you're less of a man because you would be willing to wear my niece's PJs."
"Oh, I didn't take it like that, Aunt Miriam."
"I'm relieved Martin. Some boys might be a bit insecure about their manhood and they could read into my offer things which are not there. It's just a practical thing Martin. Her PJ's are loose and comfortable, will serve the purpose and I would not give it a second thought if you wore them."
"They're just regular girl's pajamas?" I envisioned pajamas very much like my own but perhaps with some pink in them, or perhaps a print with little Barbie's all over them. Functionally they'd probably be the same as my regular pajamas.
"Yes, they're like the pajamas many girls wear."
"I guess I really don't have any reason not to wear them, as long as Penelope wouldn't mind."
"I'm sure she wouldn't. I'll show you where they are."
I followed Miriam into my bedroom where she said, "They're in the lower dresser drawer." She opened the lowest dresser drawer and neatly stacked inside were the pajamas she had in mind. She took out a set of girls pajamas made of a gauzy pink see-through material, consisting of a very cute loose-fitting pink pajama bottom with an elastic waistband and a pretty pink sleeveless top with gathered pleats and ribbons sewn onto the shoulders. She handed the pajamas to me and at that moment the phone rang in the living room. Miriam turned to leave to get the phone and she said, "Whatever you decide Martin is fine with me. There are a few more pairs in the drawer. You can wear any ones you like."
Left alone in the room holding the pretty pajamas I stood frozen in place. I felt myself turning scarlet with embarrassment. They weren't anything like the cotton pajamas I had visualized. These were clearly feminine. I should have known from everything else in the room that they would be like this. By wearing these pajamas, I could pretend to be Martin's girlfriend who's on a visit to him in New York. Martin's aunt would be putting me up in her niece's room while Martin stayed in the other guest bedroom. It made sense to have me stay in the girl's bedroom since I was a girl after all. The power of this developing fantasy led me to see the inevitability of the fact that I'd be wearing the pajamas. I would never have enough willpower to resist wearing such sweet, pretty clothes. It also occurred to me that the more I resisted wearing the pajamas, the more Miriam would think I was threatened by them, and thus actually did want to wear them. So, wearing them was the best way to make Miriam think that I didn't want to wear them.
I undressed and found myself trembling in anticipation of wearing the pajamas. They were much prettier than the kinds of clothes my mom wore and much closer to what I would want to wear if I was Martin's girlfriend. My mom didn't have too much pink and certainly not the lacy bow details. When I was naked, I stepped into the pajama bottoms and realized that the material was kind of thin and did not fully hide my penis, which was itself getting excited. I'd have to do something to hide it; Martin's girlfriend simply did not have a penis. I fetched a clean pair of my jockey shorts and put them on underneath the pajama bottoms, which did a reasonable job of hiding my partial erection, though there was a small bulge that persisted. If I was lucky Miriam wouldn't notice it. Maybe she would just think it was normal for boys wearing pajamas.
I put on the pajama top and went to the mirror in the bathroom to look at myself and was surprised at how feminine I looked. I felt pretty and feminine and definitely like Martin's girlfriend. In fact, it was clear now that all my past attempts at being Martin's girlfriend never quite turned out the way I had hoped because I was wearing my mom's underwear and dresses. The girlish boy in the mirror I was seeing right now was much more feminine than I had been before in my mother's clothes. Martin would be thrilled to have her as his girlfriend.
I realized that I would have to work hard to hide my happiness and excitement in wearing the pajamas lest Miriam think I liked looking like a girl. This was going to be a lot harder than I imagined it would, since I felt a strong desire to let go of Martin and just pretend that I was his girlfriend. If Miriam got suspicious, then I'd have a hard time explaining what was going on. In any event my first order of business was to concentrate on relaxing my penis so the bump would go down. By distracting myself from thinking about the PJ's it went down enough so that I could risk returning to Miriam, and hopefully find out that she really didn't mind my wearing the pajamas.
I encountered Miriam in the hallway. She had just hung up the phone and was heading to my bedroom to check up on how I was doing. Anxiously I looked at her waiting for her to tell me to take off the girls pajamas, but she said, "They fit you fine. Are they comfortable?"
"Yes, they're not tight or too loose."
"Good. My niece is pretty close to your size. She's thin like you, but a bit tall for a girl."
If Miriam saw my bulge, she didn't give any indication that it was important to comment upon. Somehow, I seemed to have gotten past the dangers I had imagined. It appears that Miriam really didn't see my wearing girls pajamas as provocative or a cause for worry about my sexuality. They were just pajamas as far as she was concerned. For me, although I couldn't allow myself to show it, I felt that I truly was Martin's girlfriend who for some reason was visiting his Aunt Miriam in New York City. In fact, she was having such a good time with Miriam that she didn't really want to go back to being Martin anytime soon. It was liberating to be feeling so content and happy as I did knowing I had the freedom to wear such pretty pink pajamas without a constant fear that I'd be caught.
"I'll slip into something more comfortable and join you soon," Miriam said, and I took a seat in the living room waiting for her.
****
When Miriam came back, she was wearing a sheer grayish blue nightgown. It had some lace trim on it and was somewhat low cut revealing the smooth skin at the tops of her breasts, as well as a deep gap between them. I'm pretty sure that I have never in my life been so close to a woman so beautiful and so tantalizingly sexy as Miriam appeared to me. With only the greatest effort could I not become fixated on staring at her bulging chest and the hint of what was inside her gown. On top of that, I became acutely aware of the fact that she was wearing relatively dark colors while I was the one wearing feminine pink colors with lace and ribbons. The only way to avoid feeling conspicuously like a boy wearing girls clothes, was to immerse myself in the fantasy that I was Martin's girlfriend. With that frame of mind, I found myself relaxing since it provided an explanation as to why I was dressed as pretty as I was.
"Let's find a nice show to watch on television," Miriam said, "but first I need a martini and you can help yourself to whatever you'd like to drink in the fridge."
While Miriam got up to fix herself a martini, I looked inside the fridge and took out an Orangina and then poured it into a glass. I waited for Miriam to fix her drink before sitting down and when she sat down on the sofa, I self-consciously sat down a few feet away from her. Miriam gazed at me with a curious look and I smiled at her and she smiled back at me. I suddenly realized that that I must have been walking across the room and sitting down in my pretend girl persona and Miriam had seen it. I had fallen into it unconsciously because of how feminine the pajamas made me feel. I would have to remember to act like Martin in front of Miriam, even if inside I was his girlfriend.
"So how is this Martin?" Miriam said. "Comfy?"
"Oh, yes, Aunt Miriam, I think this is neat."
To anyone looking in, I was sure that I'd be mistaken for a young woman, either Martin's girlfriend or perhaps even Miriam's niece. Aunt and niece being cozy on the sofa together, but a voluptuous aunt that was for sure. I was unable to ignore Miriam's curves. Her large breasts pushed out the front of her night gown and she had a graceful torso and thighs. Her blonde hair spread out on her shoulders. Her fingers and toes were well manicured.
Miriam said, "Let’s find a show to watch."
Using a remote she found an episode of the "Gilmore Girls" and we watched it together.
Halfway into the show, Miriam clicked the pause button. "I'm going to make another martini. Can I get you some more Orangina?"
"Sure, thank you Aunt Miriam."
Miriam got up and made the drinks and then returned handing me the Orangina. She sat down a little bit closer to me than she had been before, and I shivered with a jolt of excitement. As much as I felt like Martin's girlfriend, I obviously still felt a lot like Martin.
At the conclusion of the show, we agreed that it was time to go to bed. The next day was Monday, a work day, and Miriam said she would leave for work about eight in the morning and be back for dinner between five and six. I told her that I had an appointment to meet Professor Oppenheim at Columbia, and otherwise I would spend my day getting familiar with the campus. We said good night and I thanked Miriam for all she had done for me.
****
The next morning, I awoke before Miriam left for work. It took me a second to remember where I was and then my memories from the previous day and evening crossed my mind. I stood up and took another look at myself in the mirror. The pajamas were even prettier than I had remembered them being. After washing up I went to the kitchen to get myself breakfast. Miriam was nowhere in sight and then I heard her moving about in her bedroom.
I made up a bowl of cereal and while I was having breakfast, Miriam stopped to ask me how everything was, and I told her I had had a great night of sleep. "I'm heading out to work now," Miriam said, "oh, and I was thinking that I can buy you some pajamas on my way home from work today."
Taken by surprise, my face reflexively formed a pained look as if I had been hit in the stomach or had stubbed my toe. Miriam must have seen my expression since she said, "What's the matter Martin. You look so pained."
"No, I just, um, nothing, Aunt Miriam."
Miriam continued to look at me quizzically and then said, "You don't want me to buy pajamas, do you? Do you want to buy them yourself?"
While I should have jumped at the lifeline, she was tossing me, instead I said with lack of enthusiasm, "Oh, yeah, I guess I can buy them myself."
I saw a sudden smile cross Miriam's face and then she said, "You don't want new pajamas, do you? You want to wear these pajamas?"
Never being a good liar, I tried to stammer out a denial, "Oh, no, no, Aunt Miriam, I was just thinking that there was no need to spend the money."
I saw Miriam shake her head slowly and then she said, "It's okay Martin if you want to continue wearing Penelope's pajamas. Seriously."
It was clear I had been found out. Miriam would put two and two together: my feminine way of walking the previous night, the womanly way I had sat down, and now my obvious dislike of giving up her niece's pajamas. I wondered if I could undo this by suddenly rushing to my room, taking off the pajamas and swearing up and down to Miriam that I didn't want to continue wearing them. But I was sure she wouldn't believe me even if I could pull off the scene. Finally, I said, "Yeah, I guess I like how comfortable the pajamas are."
"I know Martin. The material is so soft," Miriam said.
"Yeah, they're softer and more comfortable than my regular pajamas," I said. So, this was a good line I figured. Comfort was the most important thing and perhaps just to help me save face Miriam was going to go along with that.
"Well great," Miriam said. "You're more than welcome to wear Penelope's pajamas this summer."
"Thank you, Aunt Miriam."
"I hope your day goes well with Professor Oppenheim. I want to hear all about it tonight. OK?"
"For sure Aunt Miriam, I'll tell you everything."
****
I had the sense from Professor Oppenheim that he didn't expect too much from me. If I could just learn a little bit of math and take some baby steps into research this summer, then he'd be happy. He described the nature of the problem I was to work on. It concerned some preliminary ideas that might possibly, though it wasn't guaranteed, help in the proof of a very difficult and famous Harry's conjecture that mathematicians had been fruitlessly working on for decades. Professor Oppenheim himself had been thinking about the famous problem off and on for twenty years starting from when he was a graduate student. I wondered if he seriously thought I could make any useful contribution. It was hard to tell from his demeanor. In any event, it was to be a low-pressure summer for me. In addition, Professor Oppenheim mentioned that he'd be taking a few trips during the summer so I shouldn't exactly expect to see much of him. All in all, it looked like I would have plenty of time to explore mathematics at my own pace. I'd work as hard as I could during the day on mathematics and I'd be free each night and weekend to enjoy life in New York City and to get to know Aunt Miriam better.
****
For my second evening with Miriam she suggested that we watch another show in the living room after we had showered and gotten into more comfortable clothing. It was a nice tradition, the idea of leaving behind the workday to be totally relaxed, clean and feeling good. Unlike the previous evening, this time I knew at the outset that I'd have pretty pajamas to put on. Even better, the pajamas meant that at least on the inside I would get to be Martin's girlfriend for the entire evening.
While my imagination had me comfortably dressing in the girl pajamas, the reality that I'd be consciously wearing them in front of Miriam without the excuse of the previous evening made me self-conscious. It was clear that I really liked wearing them, in fact I preferred them to boy pajamas. And of course, my flimsy argument that they were more comfortable than boy pajamas Miriam could easily see right through. Nonetheless, I couldn't see how I would not take advantage of the chance to dress like Martin's girlfriend, so I just gritted my teeth and headed out to the living room trying to act as blasé as possible.
When I got there, I saw that Miriam was already seated on the sofa wearing a nightgown, the same one she wore the night before. "Well, well, well," Miriam said smiling, and I saw her eyes carefully looking at my pajamas. "Besides the fact they look very comfortable, I do have to say that you do look very cute in those pajamas, Martin."
I blushed terribly and sat down somewhat coyly next to Miriam. She laughed more heartily and said, "I'm embarrassing you, aren't I?"
"A little," I said smiling.
"I'll bet it’s because you do sort of like wearing my niece's pajamas don't you? And not just because they're comfortable?" Miriam said.
Suddenly getting serious I said, "I'm sorry Aunt Miriam."
"It's OK, Martin. You don't have to feel sorry."
We looked at each other and I felt absolutely naked and vulnerable. Miriam had found a window into my most private and guarded feelings. I felt faint and hot and that my whole future was in Miriam's hands. As if reading my mind Miriam said, "I think I've found out your secret Martin."
I felt some tears welling up in my eyes and then a couple of them raced down my cheek. Miriam scooted over and held me and then I began sobbing. "Poor Martin," Miriam said. "You like being pretty, don't you? I should have sensed that right from the beginning."
"I'm sorry Aunt Miriam, are you going to tell my mom?"
"Oh, pshaw, Martin, why would I do that? Besides, your mom asked me to help you feel more comfortable around girls, so…"
"She did?" I interrupted.
"Martin, it's OK. She and your dad have been concerned about your feeling isolated from girls. It's painful for a parent to see their children struggling."
I collected my composure and sat back up and Miriam released me from her affectionate grasp. "I've wanted so very much to have a girlfriend, but ..." I suddenly felt a rush of tears coming and stopped. It was an amazingly difficult subject to talk about.
"But you've skipped two grades and you've always been surrounded by girls that are older than you and not looking to date a younger boy. Am I right?"
I nodded my head and not wanting to sound self-piteous I held back from saying that girls probably just didn't like someone like me. Instead I said, "I hope that is all there is to it."
I realized at that moment that the elephant in the room was the fact that Miriam knew that I liked wearing the pretty pajamas and that I liked feeling pretty. Surely my having such feelings must complicate the likelihood that I could get a girlfriend.
Seeing the angst in my face, Miriam said, "Am I right in thinking that you're blaming your wanting to feel pretty as one of the reasons why you don't have a girlfriend?"
Hearing my thoughts vocalized made me want to cry again. Miriam reached toward me as if to hold me again and I said, "I'll make your shoulder wet, or wetter."
Miriam laughed out loud, and then I laughed through the few tears that were trying to fill my eyes. Miriam leaned back and then looked at me and said, "You're so funny Martin."
"Why would a girl not freak out if she knew how I feel?"
"I'm not freaking out."
"But you're a woman, and..."
"Granted, I can imagine that some young girls might not understand you, but I'll bet that there are many that would like you for who you are, including the part of you that likes feeling pretty. The main thing is that if you like yourself, other people will like you too. If you walk around feeling ashamed, people will believe you have something to be ashamed of and they will shy away from you."
"But I am ashamed of myself, I think."
"Tell me what you are ashamed of."
"That I, ..., that I, ...," I froze unable to say anything.
"Tell me Martin."
"I'm ashamed that I like wearing these pajamas and that I like feeling pretty. I mean I wanted to wear them as soon as I saw them, but then I was also ashamed of myself. And then I was ashamed of the fact that I took advantage of your kindness in even saying that you didn't mind if I wore them. I felt like I was being dishonest, and you've been so good to me and you don't deserve to be treated like this."
"Martin! Enough of that. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You're allowed to be you. Every person on the planet has a right to be themselves so long as they don't take away the rights of others to be themselves. The problem is how young you are, and I must say inexperienced, and there is nothing wrong in that either. As you get older, you'll develop a better perspective. I think its sweet that you like feeling pretty and it doesn't take away from my respect for you."
Miriam's speech soothed my worries and I began to relax again. Even though I knew nothing about love, I felt like I must be falling in love with Miriam. At the least I certainly had a crush on her. Later that night, before I went to sleep, I'd make sure to think about what it would be like if she was my girlfriend. Even though that was a silly idea, it seemed like any excuse to think about Miriam would be delicious.
There was a pause in our conversation while we each thought over what had been said. Then Miriam said out of the blue, "Have you ever worn your mom's clothes?"
My eyes widened and I felt my throat constrict. "Why are you asking me that?" I said hoarsely.
"Martin, please don't get upset. Don't you think it’s a fair question to ask a boy who likes to feel pretty?"
When I didn't say anything, she added, "Wouldn't the thought of doing it cross your mind? I mean, your mom and even your sister have a lot of pretty clothes and they'd offer you a way to feel pretty, wouldn't they?"
I wanted to lie and say I hadn’t, but Miriam seemed way ahead of me. She was remarkably adept in accurately interpreting the smallest reactions in my face. Finally, Miriam said, "I can see that you have Martin. It’s true isn't it?"
"Yes, Aunt Miriam. You won't tell my mom, will you?"
"Martin!" Miriam said a bit sternly.
"I'm sorry."
"I can imagine how scared you are that your parents will find out your secret. It will never be up to me to tell Lillian, but my guess is that someday, when you have a better understanding of yourself, you'll have that conversation with your parents. For right now, I just want to be someone that you can trust to help you grow and get to know yourself better. I think that's what your mom was hoping that I could be for you. The way things have turned out is a bit of a redirection, since your mom thought the main issue in your life was figuring out how to feel comfortable with girls."
"But Aunt Miriam," I said excitedly, "not having a girlfriend is why I wanted to wear my mom's clothes."
"I don't understand, Martin."
"When I first realized that I couldn't get a girlfriend, I figured out that I could pretend to be my own girlfriend. Sort of be both sides of the relationship."
"How strange, Martin. And how does that work out for you? Do you talk to yourself?" Miriam said laughing.
"Yeah, sort of," I said seriously.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make light of what you're saying."
"No, I agree with you Aunt Miriam. It is crazy, pretending I'm a girl and acting like I'm a girl dating Martin, but it is the only experience of girls I've been able to have. I hope that things will be different, though I'm not so sure they will ever be."
"I don't doubt that you will soon meet a nice girl, in fact, many nice girls on campus."
"Yeah, but what girl would want to be my girlfriend knowing I've worn my mom's clothes?" I said. Then added, "And even more, I pretend I am my own girlfriend so when I'm wearing my mom's clothes, I try to act like the way that I think that Martin's girlfriend would act. It's why I like feeling pretty. Really, I think Martin would like to have a feminine girlfriend, so I like to pretend that I'm very feminine. Why would any girl want to date someone who felt that way?"
"Don't you think it's a bit strange for you to reach conclusions about how girls think, even though you've never gotten to know any girls?"
"So, you think there might be some girls that would like to have a boy pretending to be a girl as their boyfriend?"
"Sure, Martin. A better way to think of it is that there are girls that will like you for who you are. If feeling pretty is who you are, then that will be fine, because they like Martin as a whole complete human being."
"That sounds great Aunt Miriam. But I suppose if I no longer wore any girl's clothes and stopped wanting to feel pretty, then there would be more girls that might like me."
"Perhaps, Martin, but I'd have to say that boys who like to wear their mom's clothes will probably always want to wear their mom's clothes."
"But why?"
"I'm not an expert on the subject, but from what I've read, it's just the way you're wired. While it’s nice to come up with explanations such as your game of 'dating yourself' to explain it, that is probably just a rationalization for something that is already built into who you are."
Once again, I had no answer for what Miriam was saying.
Miriam then said, "Answer me honestly Martin. Would you like to wear one of Penelope's bras?"
I hesitated and Miriam repeated, "Give me your honest answer."
"Yes."
"Then go ahead and fetch one of her bras and I'll help you on with it. And while you're at it, get one of her panties too. To tell you the truth I haven't been too happy with you wearing boys underpants underneath the pretty pajamas. That's a fashion faux pas that needs to be fixed."
I gazed at Miriam in wonder. Could I have heard her correctly? "You mean I can wear a bra?"
"As long as you want to Martin. Do you?"
"Yes, I guess I would like to," I said blushing profusely and looking down at the ground.
"So, get yourself a bra and panty and I can help you on with the bra, unless you don't need help."
"OK."
Miriam looked at my embarrassment and said, "Martin, you can look at me. Don't be afraid of the fact that you want to wear a bra. I helped my niece buy all the pretty clothes in your room, so I have a lot of experience with girls who go gaga over fancy pink bras and dresses and everything else. I was never like that growing up, but some girls are and if you're that kind of girl inside, then I understand it and have no problem with it. Be the girl you want to be, and we'll worry later about how that fits in with forming relationships with girls. For you and me, you're a boy who likes wearing bras and I'm your aunt who can provide a bra for you to wear. Just a fact, not a moral judgement."
"Thank you, Aunt Miriam."
****
I went to my bedroom and opened the drawer containing bras. As tempted as I had been to examine the bras that were there, I had not yet put one on. With Miriam’s' permission I took the top bra off the pile of bras. It was pink and delicate, and I felt a great desire to wear it. Who wouldn't want to wear something so pretty I thought to myself? The panty I selected was also pink, lacy and delicate. It had small ribbons and little ruffles around the leg openings and seemed to match the bra. I felt irresistibly drawn to it.
I took off my boys underwear and as I pulled the panty up my legs, I couldn't help but see myself as a girl putting on her panties. This must be how girls feel in the morning when they are getting dressed I thought. Wearing panties was what girls did. The girls in my classes had worn panties and now I was getting to be like them. Didn't this mean that I was somehow sharing their world? The panty passed my hips and then the delicate material crossed my buttocks and now held them with a slight warmth. The feel of the delicate fabric against my private parts caused me no end of excitement, and I returned to Miriam worrying about whether or not I was going to get a boner.
Miriam helped me off with my nightie and then helped me on with the bra. "I can see that you have a feminine chest. Your bones are delicate. You're just missing breasts. In fact, I'm pretty sure that I have some breast forms that you could wear with the bra."
"Breast forms?"
"They'll give you a nice figure. Would you like to have a girl's figure?"
I nodded my head and said, "Yes, but how? You mean that I can have breasts?"
"They go in your bra Martin. Girls use them to be bigger than they are naturally."
"Cool."
"I'll get the breast forms."
I waited a few minutes until Miriam came back holding a box. She opened it up and I saw that there were two lifelike breasts within it with well-defined erect nipples. Miriam took the breast forms one by one and inserted them in my bra cups.
"Whoa!" I said smiling, "they're heavy! But I love them!"
Miriam laughed, "They're easily a B cup size and your bra is a large A cup, but they do fit reasonably well."
"I don't know, I think they're delightful," I said as I looked down and admired my feminine chest.
"You do have the body for them, that's for sure. Put your nightie back on and we'll sit down."
When we were settled Miriam asked me, "So is this one of the ways you wanted to pretend to be a girl?"
"Yes, Aunt Miriam." I had not been able to take my eyes off the front of my gown where it was pushed out by my breasts. That I was the one who belonged to this pretty scene was slowly seeping its way into my mind. This was not only pretending to be a girl, but it was also feeling like a girl.
"So, there you are Martin. Pretty pajamas and a panty and a bra."
"Thank you, Aunt Miriam." I hadn't known that such excitement was possible. I felt like I had fallen into a magical land where I could pretend to be a girl as much as I wanted, and every time I looked at myself, I would look like a girl.
"You pretty up very nicely Martin."
I blushed. Being described as pretty stirred deep feelings within me that surprised me. Yes, I liked being called pretty. Oh, how nice it would be if I really was.
We watched another Gilmore Girls, and this time I snuggled up against Miriam, who put her arm over my shoulder and held me. Inches from my face was her bosoms and I had to fight a powerful urge to roll sideways and bury my face in them. The whole time I sat there I could feel boners coming and going. They came when I thought of how pretty I felt, and they left when I got absorbed in the TV show.
When the show was over and we were sitting there comfortably Miriam said, "I was just thinking Martin, it must have been very bizarre for you to find yourself in my niece's room. So much temptation!"
"I guess so, Aunt Miriam."
Miriam laughed and said, "You must have really freaked out having to share a drawer with Penelope's bras and panties."
I smiled and said, "I didn't know what to do. I didn't want you to be embarrassed."
"You're a very thoughtful young man, Martin."
****
The next day after Miriam left for work, I allowed myself the luxury of feeling like I was Martin's girlfriend, only this time I was as feminine as a girl could be. Dressed in my bra, panty and pajamas I imagined myself sitting on the sofa with Martin putting his arm around my shoulder and kissing me. I felt my heart beating fast with anticipation. I tried to imagine what Martin would want to do with my body once he had access and I found myself unable to think of what that would be. Would he touch my body with his hands and if he did, how would he do that? What about our kissing? Is it just a matter of holding his lips against mine, or is there more to kissing than that? Despite my ignorance, my fantasy caused my penis to bulge inside my panties and I had little choice except to relieve myself in the bathroom. I took extra care to make sure that my effluent did not land on my panties or pajamas.
****
A few days later, during the afternoon, Miriam got a call from Lillian at work. This was highly unusual, but Lillian said that she purposefully wanted to talk to Miriam without Martin being around.
"What's up?" Miriam said showing some concern.
"No emergency," Lillian said, "I just wanted to find out how things are really going with Martin."
"Very nicely."
"To be honest. Martin's father and I are somewhat surprised at how easy his adjustment has been. We were worried that his shyness around girls and women might make you regret taking him in."
"He is shy, Lillian, but we got past that pretty well. We had some nice heart to heart conversations which seemed to open him up and take away some of his fears. He knows remarkably little about girls and I have tried to gently ease him away from some of his misconceptions."
"Oh, God, Miriam, that is so great. What are some of those?"
"Well, for example, he makes blanket assumptions about the way all girls think, yet he doesn't even know any girls to talk to that might let him know about how girls actually feel. For example, there might be many girls that would like Martin exactly how he is now. Shy and studious."
"Yes, we tried to tell him that as much, but he didn't seem to believe us. I guess coming from you he's more trusting."
"True."
"As I’ve said, his father and I have never discussed the facts of life with him, so we don't know if he knows anything about the opposite sex. He never brought the subject up, and we didn't see the point in telling him about things he wasn't going to be doing."
"Well, Martin made it clear to me that he truly doesn't know anything at all. He said that he doesn't know the first thing about how to kiss a girl, let alone anything else about what boys and girls do together."
"I wish there was some way you could teach him about these things. Perhaps that's a crazy thought, but you seem to have carved out a unique channel to him that his father and I were never able to establish. Now that he likes you and feels comfortable with you, you could sort of give him some idea of how girls think and what girls and boys do together."
"I think that's a great idea Lillian. Your instincts are good. He does listen to what I say, and I think that he is sort of getting a crush on me, like the way you predicted he would."
"Really now!" Lillian said laughing. "I shouldn't laugh because he could get hurt, couldn't he?"
"At the first opportunity I'll make sure he understands that there is nothing wrong in forming crushes on girls, it’s quite normal behavior. But crushes are often short-lived and a lot different than a reciprocal relationship."
"I feel so guilty for putting this all on you, Miriam," Lillian said.
"Stop that Lillian," Miriam said. "I'm having a ball with Martin and I'm more than willing to help teach him the kinds of things he should know about so that he'll be successful in love one day."
After getting off the phone, Miriam spent quite a bit of time contemplating where things were with Martin. The fact that Martin liked to cross-dress was something his mother had no inkling of, and it would certainly have some effect on the kind of nurturing that Lillian was hoping she could do. Anyway, it was important that Martin be allowed to express himself any way he saw fit, so Miriam decided she had better begin a conversation that would hopefully, in time, prepare Martin for the real world of girls.
****
The next evening, when I was together with Miriam on the sofa I said, "I feel so content and happy."
"I'm glad that you're happy," Miriam said.
"I know I am happy, Aunt Miriam, but I do feel somewhat confused now about whether or not I still want a girlfriend."
"What do you mean?"
"I guess I mean that you're my friend and you aren't mad at me for pretending I'm a girl, so do I really need a girlfriend?"
"Are you saying that I'm your girlfriend?"
"Oh, no, Aunt Miriam, I realize that I'm too young to be your boyfriend, but I... but I'm happy just doing what we've been doing so why should I learn how to date girls? It just seems so hard and difficult and then they'll just not like me for who I am anyway."
"I'm flattered that you feel like you and I have a special relationship and we do. But it’s just a passing phase for us. You are young and have a wonderful future ahead of you and that will definitely include a girl your own age. You mustn’t lose sight of this future for yourself. It will always be important for you to learn about how to feel comfortable with girls and what boys and girls do with each other."
"I guess you're right."
"I know I'm right."
"Well, can you teach me about girls? Everything I don't know."
"What particular thing do you feel like you really want to know about?"
"Like how to kiss a girl?"
"You don't know how to kiss a girl?"
"No, nothing about it. I've never kissed one."
"Never been on first base with a girl?"
"What do you mean by first base?"
Miriam was surprised by the degree of Martin's ignorance. She thought back to her conversations with Lillian. It was clear that job number one was to get Martin up to speed with just the most basic facts of life. While girls might find some innocence in a boy to be charming, wholesale cluelessness would be a turn off. Providing this education to Martin seemed like exactly the kind of thing that Lillian was hoping that she would take on, and it would be kind of fun.
"If you don't mind, I think that I need to teach you about first base. For sure the girls you meet will assume that you have some idea of what it is that boys and girls do with each other when there is an attraction. How does that sound?"
"Super, Aunt Miriam," I said excitedly.
"Good, then tomorrow night, we'll talk about being on first base. Right now, we'll snuggle and watch a show!"
End, Part 1.
Home Run
By Pamela
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Part 2. FIRST BASE
The next day was Friday and Miriam was off to work early and I planned to spend the day initiating my research at the university library. I had spent the night wearing the bra with breasts in it, and so when I woke up, I slid into my role as Martin's girlfriend. I had free reign of the apartment to practice walking and trying to live like a girl. I spent the greater part of the morning looking at the clothes in my room. The beautiful pink dresses that filled the closet held a great fascination for me. I held each one up to myself and looked in the mirror. I imagined Martin taking me to a ball at the palace where I would be wearing the pretty dress and the King or perhaps, Prince, would be amazed by my beauty. "There's that mystery woman that Martin is with," people would whisper. Then Martin would fight a duel to protect my honor. We would be madly in love and he would take me to a grassy meadow next to a river where I'd sit down with my skirts sprayed out around me and he'd put his head in my lap and look up at my breasts. What else we could do; I could not imagine.
I knew that I would have to get out of the girl clothes to go to the library, and when I could delay no longer, I forced myself to take off the pink pajamas and the bra. I took off the panties and then put on my boy underwear, but I felt such a sense of loss, that I switched back to the panties. Nobody could see that I was wearing them, so why miss out on the opportunity?
I went to the library and found some math books that I should read. It was hard going, and it wasn't long before I ended up daydreaming about Miriam. I missed her and couldn't wait to get home and see what she planned for us this evening. After great effort I finally was able to channel my thoughts back into math and did spend a reasonable amount of time studying and thinking about the problems my advisor had mentioned to me. However, by five PM my brain was exhausted from the effort and I was ready to go back to the apartment and spend the evening thinking about anything other than mathematics.
****
Miriam brought home a cooked chicken with her and she quickly made a nice dinner by whipping up some rice and vegetables. During dinner I told Miriam about my day and she was quite interested in hearing the details and asked me many questions. I asked her about her day, and she told me a little bit more about what she does for her job. I couldn't help but marvel at how interested she was in me. In many ways she let me talk more about myself and interests than my parents ever did.
When dinner was over and we had cleaned up, Miriam said, "You know that my niece has some very pretty nightgowns if you want to wear one of them instead of her pajamas. I assume you've never worn one before, since boys don't get a chance to wear nighties, but they are very comfortable, and girls love them. Just remember to wear panties with them, they're very shear."
"Thank you, Aunt Miriam," I said.
****
I went to my room and took a shower. When I was done, I looked through the panties and selected a clean pair. I put on a bra and inserted my boobs and then in the drawer where the pajamas were kept, I saw that there were some folded up nightgowns. One of them, in particular, was special because it seemed to be constructed of two layers of filmy pink material that spread out from the bodice. I put it on over my head and its twin skirts reached down to the middle of my thighs. The night gown had several pink bows sewn into a lacy panel across the front. Predictably I began developing a boner that would be hard to control, but it also became apparent to me that the night gown did a much better job of hiding the boner than the pajamas did, though it was still visible to someone who was looking for it.
When it was time to meet up with Miriam, I went to the living room and sat on the sofa awaiting her. When she joined me, she said, "That's Penelope's favorite night gown."
"I like how it has two skirts on it, so that it's kind of softer than having just one layer like the pajamas."
Miriam smiled. I saw her eyes dart down to where my boner was hidden, and I blushed. I wondered what women thought about boners or even about men's penises. They must somehow like them, especially if they wanted a baby. Somehow the man uses the boner to give the woman his sperm. Without ever having seen how that goes, it seemed kind of magical to me. If Miriam could tell that I had a boner, she didn't say anything about it.
Miriam poured herself a martini and I helped myself to an Orangina. I sat down next to her on the sofa.
"Would you like to talk or watch a show?" Miriam said. She put her arm across my shoulders, and I leaned into her. I felt my heart beating fast.
Before I could say anything, Miriam said, "You're a very sweet boy Martin. You have a gentleness that girls will love."
"I hope that's true."
"You'll see, someday a girl will be totally in love with you."
"Even if I don't act at all like I'm supposed to, as a boy I mean?"
"Because you like wearing pretty clothes?"
"Well, yeah."
"Some girls will like the fact that you gravitate toward the feminine role."
"Really?"
"Sure, Martin. Some girls will love for you to be dressed up pretty and feminine while they wear jeans or even a man's suit. All kind of things like that happen all the time."
"Do you like men that dress like girls?"
Miriam laughed. "I like you just the way you are, Martin, but I don't know how to answer your question, since I've never had a boyfriend who dressed like a girl."
"Which do you prefer?"
"Like I said, that's hard to say since you're the first boy I've met who's like yourself."
Miriam furrowed her brow in thought and after a few moments said, "Yes I think I would like a boy like you, if for no other reason than that you would be empathetic to what girls feel. Normal boys can sometimes be insensitive to the feelings of girls. I think you have a good understanding of girls."
"But that's always been my problem. I feel like I don't know much about how girls feel."
"I think you know instinctually even if your mind doesn't know. Your love for that nightgown is a feeling many girls could relate to."
"Maybe so, I guess, but when I'm with a girl I have no idea what they're thinking about."
"So, what you really don't know about is what girls think about boys and what they think about when they are with boys. Am I right?"
I nodded my head.
"Well, that is something I can help you with if you like."
"Would you Aunt Miriam?"
"Of course, Martin."
"Thank you so much Aunt Miriam," I said excitedly. "I know that girls have a special way of being with boys and I really want to know what that is."
"Special way of being?" Miriam asked sounding puzzled.
"It's like I've heard my mom tell Lei how girls are supposed to behave on a date with boys."
Miriam laughed. "That's so cute. Your mom no doubt was trying to make sure that Lei stays safe. I don't think that there is anything else that girls need to be taught about being on dates. Boys are eager to get girls to do sexual things with them. The first step, or what seems like ought to be the first step in a relationship containing sex, is kissing. That brings us to what we wanted to discuss today. First base. A boy has gotten to first base with a girl when she lets the boy kiss her."
"So, the boy wants to kiss her and then the girls says OK?"
"Something like that."
"But how does the boy know the girl will say OK? I'd be scared that she'd say that it wasn't OK, that she didn't want to kiss me."
"You have to size up the situation. Girls send out a signal that tells the boy that if he tries to kiss her, she might very well let him."
"That seems so complicated. How would a boy know if he understood the signals? What if he thinks there's a signal when there isn't one? Or what if she sends him a signal and the boy doesn't understand it, so he ends up hurting her feelings?"
Miriam laughed, "Martin you're making a relatively straightforward ritual between girls and boys into a major psychological battlefield. I can see that it would help you enormously if you could learn what girls feel like when a boy is trying to kiss her. That would help you when you eventually get a chance to kiss a girl you like, but it would also better enable you to pretend to be a girl if that’s what you want to be. So, I need to let you in on how girls signal boys that they want to go to first base."
"That's so neat Aunt Miriam. Please let me know what the signals look like!"
"Here, let's act it out. I'll be the girl and you be the boy and let’s see what you do."
Miriam pretended to be a coy girl, batting her eye lashes and smiling at me. She was clearly trying to be humorous and I laughed at her performance.
"So, if a girl does that to me, what do I do?"
"You move your lips in slowly toward hers. When you get near her, you'll see the girl close her eyes and you know that you can move in and make contact, lips to lips. Let’s try it."
"Try it?"
"Yes, we can try a kiss and see how that goes. I'm being the girl and you're being the boy. Once you see what I do as the girl we can switch roles and you can see if you can feel like a girl does when a boy wants to kiss her. If we're lucky, you'll end up knowing both how boys and girls feel when they kiss."
Miriam acted coy again and I moved in to kiss her. When I was close enough, she closed her eyes and we kissed. I held my closed lips against Miriam's for a short while and then removed them. Kissing Miriam opened up an intimacy between us that shook me to the core. It was clear that being on first base with a girl could be a wondrous thing.
"You saw how I responded to your advance. I flirted, you moved in, I closed my eyes and you came in and kissed me and I kissed you back."
"I liked the kiss."
"Yes, it was nice wasn't it? Now I'll be the boy and you pretend to be the girl, which gives you an opportunity to feel like a girl when kissing a boy."
"OK, Aunt Miriam," I said, totally enjoying the game we were playing.
I looked at Miriam intensely. Then I tried to flutter my eyelids and give her a soft "come hither" look. This caused Miriam to laugh which then caused me to laugh.
Then I turned to face Miriam again and made some puckering movements to my lips which caused her to laugh uproariously. "My God that's funny," Miriam said. "Girls don't signal a boy as if they're a goldfish. Do it subtly with just a bare eye movement and a slight smile. Maybe even just the corners of your lips raised. Position your body close to the boy so he would know that you really are interested in contact. Now try again."
This time I gave Miriam a coy look and as I did so she moved in closer to me and I closed my eyes. She put her lips to mine and initiated a kiss. It was a gentle kiss, lips to lips that she held for a long interval and then our lips parted. I opened my eyes and saw that Miriam was looking into my eyes from an inch away. Just as I was about to tell Miriam how much I had liked the kiss; I felt her arms surround me and force my breast tight against her breast as she planted her lips upon mine again. This time I felt her tongue enter my mouth and I felt helpless to move or do anything except be a receptacle to her powerful kiss. I was so overcome my eyes closed and I relaxed into her tight hold. Her tongue actively moved within my mouth, feeling my tongue, grabbing my tongue and sucking it. I lost track of time until Miriam slowly removed her tongue from my mouth and gently released me from her hold.
I breathed deeply a few times to catch my breath and looked at Miriam with my mouth agape. Miriam said, "that's how a boy can kiss a girl once she's made it clear that she allows him to be on first base. In control, firm, in a loving tender way and not so harsh or strong as to hurt her. A boy can make her feel that she is in the arms of a real boy and most especially a boy who shows by his energy that he really wants to kiss her."
My mind replayed the kiss from beginning to end. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever experienced. I felt my heart continuing to race and I felt a strange excitement in my chest and particularly surrounding my nipples, and also in my loins. "I don't know what to say, your kiss was so I don't know. I, I..." Words failed me until I said, "I felt like a girl. Your kiss made me feel like I was a girl. I'm sure of it."
Miriam laughed and said, "and what does that feel like?"
"I felt like you loved how pretty I was. Like I was so pretty that you had to hold me and smother me with kisses. You filled up every part of me. I think that is exactly what it felt like, like I was a vessel that you had filled up and that I was totally yours."
"Your femininity complemented the masculine way that I kissed you."
I remembered the feeble way I had kissed Miriam. "When I was the boy, I barely kissed you."
"You don't have any experience kissing girls, so you haven't yet learned to act like a boy when you kiss."
"But shouldn't I just know how to kiss like a boy?"
The truth was that I had felt more like a girl than I did a boy even in the kiss I had initiated. I had not been forceful at all and it had certainly not occurred to me to force my tongue into Miriam's mouth. On the other hand, when Miriam kissed me it felt right, like I could just do what came naturally.
"I loved how you held me and kissed me," I said.
"Isn't first base nice? The trick is being there with someone you really want to be there with."
I nodded my head in agreement. "Maybe I should try being the boy again."
"Good idea." She let go of me and we sat side by side on the sofa. I looked at her and she gave me a smile and then leaned in a little toward me. These were the signals that said I should try for first base. I sat up straight put my arm around Miriam and tried to pull her into me. I found it hard to be forceful and I then moved my lips over to hers and tried to put my tongue in her mouth. It was awkward to say the least and I felt like I couldn't gain control of the kiss. I pulled away from her and said, "I'm terrible at that. I couldn't get you to respond. What did I do wrong?"
"You have to think like a boy. Take charge. I'm the girl who is so happy that you're going to kiss me. Take me. Don't give me any choices and I'll end up swooning with desire for you to kiss me."
I tried to do what Miriam said but once again the kiss didn't work out. Miriam said, "don't feel bad Martin. Maybe you're not totally meant for the boy role. You do make a very convincing girl. You seem to have a natural way of responding to my lead. You instinctively know how to relax into the kiss. But when you're supposed to be in control, as a boy, you seem lost."
"But how come you know how to be the boy?"
"When you get to my age and have a career like I have where I have to deal with men all day long, you know their tricks and can even imitate them if you want to."
"If I'm ever going to get on first base with a girl. I'll have to learn how to kiss like a boy."
"Perhaps, but not all girls need the boy to act like a boy. There are probably plenty of girls who don't mind if their boyfriend kisses like a girl. Some of those girls might themselves actually want to kiss like a boy. Nowadays there are probably many girls that don't like the idea that there is even a boy or a girl way of kissing. There is just kissing. I'm a bit hesitant to believe that, because it tends to be boys who are most insistent about wanting to get to first base than girls. Girls know that and can help it along by flirting the way I've described."
"Now that you've kissed a boy who kisses like a girl, do you prefer that, or do you prefer boys who kiss like boys?"
"Like I said before, you're the first boy I've met who wants to dress like a girl or kiss like a girl. You're the first, and I must say that I really liked it and yes, I think I do prefer it that way. I liked having more control than I've normally had in the past."
Though I didn't want to say it to Miriam, I was happy she said what she did. Kissing like a girl seemed to be so much easier for me than trying to kiss like a boy, so luckily both Miriam and I would be happy if we kept kissing the way we had.
"I think we need to practice a lot more kissing."
Miriam laughed and said, "I agree Martin. It's good for you to practice feeling like a girl as much as you can." Miriam gently pushed me down on the sofa and lay over me as her mouth and tongue found my mouth and her arms held my head and she pressed her breasts into my chest. We kissed and kissed and several times I felt like I was going to swoon with love for Miriam. Finally, Miriam took her tongue out of my mouth and removed her lips from mine. "For someone who hasn't kissed before, you've become an amazing kisser."
I laughed and said, "I wish that kiss could go on forever. It was so much fun. You're a great teacher, Aunt Miriam."
"You're my star pupil."
I thought about how much pleasure I had in being a receptacle of Miriam's desires. She led the kiss in every way, and I floated along providing an open mouth for her to use in any way she wanted. The way she had pressed her breasts into my body made me think in a whole new way about what boys and girls could do together. I said, "Is kissing all that boys and girls do together, I mean when they're not married?"
Miriam laughed and said, "You're so cute Martin. You don't really know?"
"I know I'm pathetic, Aunt Miriam. I have tried to figure out what boys and girls do, but I've gotten so confused about it."
"You're not pathetic, Martin, your innocence is wonderfully charming and part of me feels sad that I'm sort of corrupting your purity."
"Ignorance, not purity."
I sat back up and put my arms around Miriam's neck and rested my head against the top of her chest and hugged her. "I love being on first base with you" I said.
She smiled at me and said, "it’s time for a show!" She made some popcorn and we watched another episode of the Gilmore Girls.
****
A week went by in which I worked on my mathematics during the day and had magical experiences on first base with Miriam in the evening. I spent my days usually staying in the library but sometimes sitting at a table in a cafe having a coffee. It was not easy to concentrate in the mornings when my memories of the night before were freshest and also in the late afternoon when my anticipation of what was to occur in the evening began to consume my thoughts.
Each night after dinner Miriam would invite me to rendezvous with her in the living room at nine o'clock. It was my time to pretend to be a girl and I delighted in selecting a panty and bra to wear and a nightgown. I grew steadily more confident in my role as the girl and Miriam seemed to have no objection to taking on the boy part. We made an evening routine of going to first base while watching a show. I got more and more proficient at flirting to coax Miriam into kissing me and when she would rise up over me and plant her mouth on mine, with her tongue forcing its way into my mouth, I nearly swooned with excitement. My desire seemed to inflame Miriam’s desire to possess me and we kissed and kissed and kissed. Often times she would whisper in my ear saying things like "you're such a pretty girl", or "how can I make my pretty girl feel good tonight?".
To put it mildly, the morning after each evening I found it hard to concentrate on mathematics, yet I was disciplined enough to change into my boy clothes and trudge to the library to continue my studies. I did manage to do some productive work with my mathematics. In particular, I made progress in appreciating just how difficult the ultimate goal of the research project defined by Professor Oppenheim was. All the best efforts of many mathematicians up to this point had at best scaled a few of the foothills leading to a proof of Harry's conjecture. The way forward beyond that seemed hopeless. It needed a new idea. A new path. A path unlike any envisioned before. I shook my head in wonder at the fact that Professor Oppenheim would even think of having me work on such a hopeless problem. At quitting time every day, I was only too eager to get back to Miriam's apartment to see what the evening might bring. I was happy with the thought that I would get to kiss her again.
End, Part 2.
Home Run
By Pamela
Part 3. SECOND BASE
On a Monday at Miriam's apartment, before she arrived home from work, I set the table and did some cleaning. When I heard Miriam's key in the lock I ran to the front door and greeted her. I took some grocery bags she was carrying and brought them to the kitchen. A short while later after she had washed up, we worked together in the kitchen making tacos for dinner.
While we ate dinner, Miriam asked me how my day had gone.
"I went to the library again to work today," I said, "and I think I made some progress."
"I'm glad to hear that," Miriam said, "you're a very bright boy and I know that you can accomplish a lot of nice things this summer."
"I've also been thinking about how much I love being on first base with you. In particular, I'm sure that I'm feeling just like a girl does on first base when she's with a boy."
"I won't argue with you on that point Martin. I do believe that there is a lot of girl in you. I can even imagine that real boys could not resist you."
I blushed at the thought that I could be girlish enough to actually make a boy desire me. That seemed to open up a range of feelings that I could not imagine where they might lead. I could see that it was best that I leave such emotions for some time in the future.
After dinner, Miriam and I agreed to get together at nine to watch a show. I spent some time cleaning the dishes and when I was about to head to my bedroom to take a shower, Miriam stopped me and said, "you know, you're welcome to take a bubble bath. My niece is a bubble bath fanatic. You'll see that there is an assortment of bubble bath beads and powders in the bathroom. Help yourself."
"Thank you, Aunt Miriam."
"Smelling pretty is something girls love. A nice bubble bath will help you feel like a girl who's getting ready for a date."
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I took advantage of Miriam's suggestion and had a bubble bath using a mixture of floral scented bath oils and beads. When I was done, I rinsed and dried myself off and put on clean panties and bra and my favorite night gown with the double skirt. My skin felt soft from the oils and radiated a delicious scent. Dressed up and smelling nice I could see that I was discovering more of the secrets of femininity.
At nine O'clock I joined Miriam in the living room. This time I was surprised to see that she had not changed from her work clothes. She was dressed in the same dark blue skirt, stockings and a pretty light blue buttoned blouse she had worn to work.
"You're not in your nightgown," I said.
"I'm sorry I had some phone calls to make and pay some bills. I'll still need a shower before I change into my nightgown. We can still watch a show together. But my goodness how pretty you smell! Did you enjoy your bubble bath?"
"Oh, yes, Aunt Miriam, it's a lot of fun. I love the feel of the oils on my skin."
"Pretty nightie, freshly bathed and smelling so lovely. Any boy who happened to be here would love to go to first base with you!"
"Do you happen to be one of those boys?" I asked and we both laughed.
Miriam nodded her head and I said, "So that means you can't resist kissing me!"
"You're right about that," Miriam said and the next thing I knew she had enveloped me in her arms, and we were kissing with her tongue filling my mouth. After a period of time she sat back and said, "Isn't that pleasant?"
"It sure is Aunt Miriam."
Miriam looked at me and said, "While boys love first base, it usually spurs them on to seek second base."
"Second base? There's a second base?"
"Of course there is."
"What happens on second base?" I said. I had a suspicion that it must involve touching a girl somewhere.
"You really don't know? Your friends never discussed it with you?"
I shook my head. Miriam said, "Second base means that the girl gets 'felt up' by the boy. It means that she lets the boy put his hands on her breasts."
I blushed crimson and said, "I'm sorry I didn't know that!"
"You don't have to be embarrassed about it. It’s a pretty natural part of growing up. Boys find girls breasts to be sort of magical while girls always wonder what it is exactly boys see in them."
I laughed at the thought and Miriam said, "Girls have to lug them around with them all the time. If they're really big, then it’s a lot of extra work."
With a worried look I said to Miriam, "Do you have a hard time carrying them around? I hope not, I'd hate to think of you suffering like that!"
Miriam almost choked with laughter and when she regained her composure she said, "Martin, you take everything so literally. It’s absolutely precious of you! Now of course I don't have any problem carrying my breasts around with me. It's really very natural. Nature has prepared girls for that."
"I'm relieved," I said. This was a lot of data to take in and my mind raced trying to process it. It was indeed true that I felt irresistibly drawn to breasts, but it had never occurred to me that girls wouldn't see them the same way I did. Finally, I said, "Boys want to touch them but how do they know when they can touch them? Do girls just say now go touch them?"
This remark caused Miriam to laugh again. "Getting to second base is somewhat like getting to first base, with the difference being that it is usually a bit harder to get to. Before a girl will let a boy touch her breasts, she has to see him as someone special. Not just any boy she might experiment kissing with. It's also true that if a boy doesn't touch the breasts in the right way, it can be quite annoying if not painful to the girl."
"I had no idea."
"It's true Martin. For many girls getting their breasts touched is kind of irritating and if they get any pleasure from it, it’s probably from the pleasure they get from knowing that they made their boyfriend happy. Of course, some girls do really like to have their breasts touched, especially the nipples."
"Do girls give boys a signal to go to second base like they do for first base?"
"That's a good question. I'd say that its more likely that boys who are already on first base will try to go to second base and hope that the girl doesn't stop them. Sometimes girls are so distracted by first base, they let down their guards and the boys run right on over to second base. Then the girl might feel that it’s OK that the boy is there. Why make a fuss? It clearly depends a lot on how much they like the boy."
"So, a boy has to decide if he thinks it’s a good time to go to second?"
"Exactly."
I stared at Miriam while I attempted to understand all that she was saying. I must have zoned out, like I sometimes do when I think about mathematics since Miriam said, "Hello Martin? Are you in a trance?"
"I'm sorry, I was thinking about what you're saying. It seems so complicated. How does a boy know whether to touch the breast or the nipple or both? How does he know if he's being gentle enough? But I also don't understand what happens if the girl is wearing a bra? Aren't girls always wearing bras, so how does a boy touch her breasts? Does he touch the bra, or does he somehow get inside the bra with his hand? Is it possible to do that? Do girls get mad if a boy touches their bra?"
My questions were so amusing to Miriam that yet again she could not contain her laughter. Finally, she said, "You're such a scientist Martin, I just love it."
"But what about you Aunt Miriam? What do you think about second base?"
"With the right boy, I really enjoy second base."
I wanted to ask her if I was the right boy but stopped short when I realized that she might not think that I was. And if that were true, I would be crushed.
As if reading my mind Miriam said, "I think that if I was on first base with you, Martin, I might just let you move on over to second base."
"Really?"
"Really," Miriam said laughing.
"But it’s the boy who wants to go to second more than the girl?"
"Usually it works that way, though I don't mean to imply that girls don't want to be felt up. They very well might enjoy the attention to their breasts. Let's see what happens when we're on first base, and see if it leads to us being on second base."
"I better be the boy, right? I mean if we're going to go to second base?"
"Sure Martin, you be the boy. If you need any help I'll step in and guide you along."
I went through the now familiar ritual of initiating a kiss with Miriam. As usual I wasn't very forceful, and she had to compensate by putting her tongue in my mouth and holding me tightly. I melted in her arms like I did every time we kissed and forgot about time. Miriam stopped the kiss after a while and whispered, "it's time to try for second base."
She resumed kissing me and now I took my hand and somewhat fearfully laid it on top of her blouse over her breast. I couldn't believe I was actually doing it - that I had permission to touch her wonderful womanly breasts that I had been so drawn to that I had not been able to look at them. I felt a powerful surge of desire as my fingers rested on forbidden territory. To be touching her breast like this seemed like standing on the portal to infinite joy and excitement. I slowly moved my hand around her breast's large dimension as best I could on the outside of her blouse. Miriam said, "since I haven't told you to stop or swatted your hand away, it means that I'm happy that you've moved over to second base."
I continued touching her breast. The material of her blouse was soft, and it slid over the underlying bra as I gently felt the outlines of the twin mounds that rose up out of her chest. I broke off the kiss and said, "Second base is really nice. May I put my hand inside your blouse?"
Miriam looked at me and said, "If the girl has already given you permission to touch her breasts there is no need to get more permission to put your hand inside her blouse or in her bra or on her breast. Now explore. Get the most out of the experience. Try to please your girlfriend in any way that you can think of."
The answer to my question was clearly yes so, my hand began searching for a way inside her blouse. I couldn't reach inside her blouse without undoing some buttons so I said, "May I unbutton your blouse Aunt Miriam?"
She smiled at me and I realized that I should already know the answer to that question. I unbuttoned the top button of her blouse which created an opening for my hand to move in. I felt a silky material over her breasts and realized she was wearing a slip and her bra was inside that.
"You're wearing a slip," I mumbled while kissing Miriam.
"Yes, Martin," Miriam said breaking off the kiss.
"Can I ask you why?"
Miriam gave me a puzzled look and said, "For modesty. If I didn't wear a slip, then people could see the outlines of my bra underneath my blouse. Also, the slip prevents anyone from seeing my legs through my skirt."
"I think your slip is very pretty."
"Thank you, Martin. Your questions are so cute."
"I want to know everything there is to know about being a girl."
"You're making a good start Martin."
We resumed our kiss and I continued unbuttoning the blouse buttons until I had undone the last one. Miriam then took off her blouse and laid it neatly on the adjoining table. Then she held me again and while she kissed me, I felt her breasts with my hand over her slip. I moved my hand inside her slip until it was on top of her bra. Now my fingers began truly sensing the enormity and exciting roundness of her breasts. The bra was of a silky soft material except for some lace trim across the top of the cups and along the band. My hand encountered Miriam's nipples which were hard to the touch. When after a long kiss she gave me a chance to speak I said, "How do I take off your slip Aunt Miriam?"
"First slide the straps off my shoulders. Then I can wriggle my arms out of them."
I did as she said and then I saw that there was enough room for Miriam to pull her arms out through the straps by working first one side and then the other. When her shoulders were free of the straps she said, "Now you can pull down my slip."
I gently pulled the top of the slip off of her bra and down toward her waist. In front of me now was an unobscured view of her large breasts sitting inside her white lacy bra. "You're very good at this," Miriam whispered to me. "I can't believe you've never been on second base before." She began kissing me forcefully again before I could say anything.
When the kiss ended, I looked at Miriam's breasts nestled in her bra. They were very beautiful. I loved the creamy softness of her skin that wasn't hidden by the bra. Miriam must have seen my interest in her breasts since she said, "You can touch them if you want. I shouldn't have to say that."
"Really?"
"Yes, dear, please feel free to enjoy them."
I gingerly reached out and placed my hand on her breast over her bra. Her breast was warm. I spread my fingers wide and gently tried to take the entire breast in my hand. It was bigger than I could get a hold of and my fingers slowly moved over the bra feeling the flesh within.
"You have a really nice bra Aunt Miriam."
Miriam chuckled and said, "You really do love my bras don't you."
"I love everything about you, Aunt Miriam, including your bras. But if you think it’s wrong, I could try and stop," I said, feeling a bit dumb.
“Martin, you are welcome to love my bras if that is what you want.”
“Thank you, Aunt Miriam,” I said and resumed touching her breasts, gently moving my hand from one to the other over her bra. "How can I get my hand inside your bra?" I asked.
"You need to take my bra off of me. Reach behind me and undo the clips holding my bra on."
I reached around her to undo the strap running across her back. It was a little awkward doing it without seeing, but I was able to get it undone.
"So now you can pull my bra off."
I held onto the bra cups and pulled the bra off of Miriam’s breasts. Her breasts were heavy, and I had to exert some effort to get them to fall out of the cups. When the bra was free of her breasts it was still being held by the straps over her shoulders and Miriam pulled one arm at a time out of the straps thus freeing the bra.
I held the bra and put it to my face and smelled its essence.
Miriam laughed and said, "My bra has a lot of power over you, doesn’t it?"
"I don’t mind, Aunt Miriam. I like that your bra is so important to me."
"You're too precious. But enough about my lingerie. Now you should enjoy my breasts."
Miriam sat back in the sofa with her beautiful smooth breasts in full view. I said, "Your breasts are so beautiful Aunt Miriam."
"When you touch my breasts try to be aware of how I'm feeling and reacting. It'll help you feel like a girl when it's your turn to be the girl."
In front of me was unimpeded access to Miriam's breasts and it was important that I begin my experience of them. I began to gently touch them with my hand. The breasts were smooth and warm and had a pliant firmness that was not like anything else I had previously touched. The shape of Miriam's breasts and the prominent way they pushed outwards fanned my love and desire for them. Miriam's nipples were particularly fascinating by their size and the way my fingers seemed to encourage them to harden and point outwards. I used my hand to explore the deep gorge between her breasts and to caress the soft juncture where her breasts rose up out of her rib cage.
I looked up at Miriam's face and saw that she was looking at me. "Your breasts seem so big to me," I said. "They are big, aren't they?"
Miriam smiled and nodded her head.
"They must feel sort of the way that my breast forms feel in my bra. I mean they can sort of bounce around a little bit," I said as my hand held one and gently pushed it back and forth.
Miriam laughed softly and said, "When we bend over, we can really feel them shift or when we dance, we can feel them bounce."
"It must be nice to have real breasts." I wondered if it were possible for boys to ever get real breasts. Even if I could never get them, it was nice that Miriam had gotten me breast forms so I could experience wearing a bra with breasts in the cups.
"Most girls like their breasts," Miriam said, "but it's also true that many girls worry about the size of their breasts compared to other girls."
"I think having even small breasts would still be nice, because it would show that you're a girl. It must be really nice to know that you're a girl."
Miriam looked at me and said, "You are very envious, aren't you? I must admit that I've taken it for granted that I'm a girl and haven't been appreciating what is so nice about being one. Listening to you makes me appreciate the fact that I'm a girl."
"I have always been jealous of girls. I want to feel the way they do."
"I think that you're feeling much more like a girl than you're aware of. When I kiss you, I can easily think that I'm kissing another girl."
As I thought about what Miriam said, I resumed playing with her breasts. A short while later Miriam told me to sit straddling her legs and facing her so I could have the breasts in front of me to touch. I did as she said and then resumed caressing her breasts. While I did this she said, "Kiss me." I leaned in and our mouths met, and she pushed her tongue into my mouth again. While I was sucking on her tongue Miriam broke off the kiss and whispered, "Pinch my nipples Martin. Not too hard and not too soft."
While we resumed kissing, I did as she had ordered me. I took a nipple in each hand and very slowly increased the pressure on them as I pinched and rolled them between my fingers. I could tell looking into Miriam's face that the pressure was just right. She seemed to go into a trance with her eyes closed and her expression dreamy and relaxed with a slight sound of something like "oooooh" coming from her throat.
We continued to kiss and fondle each other. Miriam said, "Now come lie down and put your head in my lap. That should give you a nice vantage point with which to play with my breasts and especially continue what you've been doing with my nipples. In fact, you can do some sucking on my nipples. Just don't suck them too hard or too soft. If you get it just right girls love that kind of attention."
"It sounds so difficult. Please don't be angry with me if I make a mistake."
Miriam laughed yet again. "As long as you listen to my cues it will be fine."
She arranged me so that my head was lying in her lap with her breasts over me. Her large breasts sat just inches from my face. Miriam said, "Now go ahead and have some fun.” I began to suckle on one of her breasts and use my other hand to hold her other breast. I peeked at Miriam’s breasts hanging in front of me. She had the most beautiful round breasts, the kind that are so full that they don't droop much. Her nipples were somewhat long and of the puffy type that resembled a bit like a baby's bottle. I eagerly sucked on one of her big hard nipples while my hand now manipulated her breasts cautiously feeling the soft flesh of her mounds. The breasts were free to move as I caressed them and I immensely enjoyed the firm way that they responded to my touches, moving one way and then another. I lifted them up slowly and lowered them down watching them make a slight bounce. I cupped one of Miriam's breasts in my hand and felt the full weight of its heft.
Miriam pulled her nipple out of my mouth and switched breasts to the other one. "Equal time," she murmured, "you're sucking just perfectly. It couldn't be any better. You don't know how much I love this feeling."
A minute later she added, "You suckle just like a little baby. It's so endearing to hear that little lap-lap-lap sound."
"Like a baby?"
"Yes, just like a baby."
"I'm not too hard or too soft?"
"It's just perfect. For some girls, it’s a lot of fun to pretend that their boyfriends are babies sucking on their nipples. It isn't just about boys wanting to take off our bras and play with our breasts. Our breasts have a greater purpose and when the time comes, we know what we need to do with them."
I had become fully absorbed in Miriam's breasts again and my eyes closed. When I next opened them, I saw Miriam looking down at me. We stared into each other’s eyes and she said, "For a second, with that pretty pink nightie you're wearing I thought you were a baby girl."
"I wish I could be your baby girl."
"How sweet to say that Martin." As if to give me a reward for being so cute Miriam leaned over me so that her breasts crushed into the side of my face and she tightly hugged my head.
When she released me after what seemed like an eternity she said, "So what do you think about second base?"
"I think it’s the greatest Aunt Miriam. Both first and second bases are wonderful in their own way!"
Miriam had me sit up next to her and she smiled at me. "I'm going to wash up and put on my nightgown. Then we can watch a show." She retrieved her bra, and blouse and got up and went to her bedroom.
When Miriam came back, we began watching another episode of the Gilmore Girls. The feeling of her breasts on my face still lingered.
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I spent a good part of the next day thinking about Miriam's breasts. How glorious it had been to gaze up at them, hold them, fondle them and suck on them. Despite this ever-present distraction I was able to focus on a small theorem among those that Professor Oppenheim had suggested I think about as a preliminary step in my research. Somewhat to my surprise I had a momentary flash of insight and saw my way to the proof. I couldn't help but feel that somehow my preoccupation with Miriam's breasts had sharpened my mathematical mind even though it seemed highly implausible.
When I showed my results to Professor Oppenheim later in the week, it had the effect on him of having him suddenly take me seriously. Where before I had the feeling that he didn’t expect much from me and was kind of talking down to me, now all of a sudden, he seemed to think that I had a lot of potential to do some very nice mathematics. He also in his choice of words and tone, seemed to treat me more like an equal than he had before. As a consequence of the theorem I proved, Professor Oppenheim pointed out what additional, somewhat more challenging theorems, I ought to now be thinking about. "If you can make progress on these ideas it will be very nice work, Martin," he said, "very nice indeed. I hope you continue thinking in this direction and see where it leads."
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I was happy to share my good experience with Professor Oppenheim with Aunt Miriam. She said, "I knew all along that you are a very brilliant young man. You should call your mom and dad and tell them about it too!"
After dinner and calling home Miriam and I agreed to meet once again at nine and resume our trip to second base. Miriam said to me, "Tonight I think you should try to be the girl whose boyfriend wants to go to second base. Let's pretend that you're on a date and the two of you are on first base and now you're going to see how your boyfriend moves on over to second."
"I'd love to try that."
"Good. Remember that just because a boy wants to fondle your breasts doesn't mean you have to let him do it. It's your body after all."
"Okay Aunt Miriam."
"And remember that if you don't want the boy to go to second base then you better not let him take off your bra."
I nodded my head and Miriam said, "Good. But we'll have to fix you up a bit first. No girl goes on a date wearing her night gown!"
I accompanied Miriam to my room where she selected a white blouse, a pleated skirt, two white socks and brown penny loafers from among Penelope’s clothes. "Take off your night gown and put on these clothes," she said. The blouse was not hard to figure out except for the fact that the buttons were on the opposite side as they are for boy's shirts. I stepped into the skirt and hiked it up to my waist. Then I buttoned a button and zipped up a short zipper. Miriam had me turn the skirt so that the zipper was on my left side. Then Miriam had me lift up my skirt so that I could pull down the ends of my blouse and arrange it smoothly under the skirt. I put on the socks and loafers. When I was done Miriam said, "You look just like a schoolgirl."
"I feel like a girl who goes to a parochial school."
"Exactly.” Miriam led me back to the living room saying, “So now our little schoolgirl has come home in the afternoon and mom and dad aren't home yet. She's brought her boyfriend home with her and the two of them are sitting on the sofa. You want your boyfriend to go to first base with you and then maybe even second base will be OK, but it’s up to your boyfriend to make the move and for you to accept it."
Miriam put her arm around my shoulders, and I turned my face toward her, softening my eyes and smiling invitingly. With heart racing in my chest, Miriam moved in and put her lips on mine and then held me forcefully as she kissed me in earnest. Her tongue filled my mouth and I used my hands to gently hold her cheek as we kissed. I let myself surrender to the feelings that stirred within me and in short order I was pretending to be a girl, a girl with breasts and dressed in a pretty school outfit, who was on first base with her pretend boyfriend. We kissed for a while and then Miriam broke off the kiss. My eyes fluttered open and gazed into her eyes. She had a sly smile on her face. I said, "You kiss so nicely."
Miriam smiled and said, "Thank you."
Miriam moved her head close to mine and kissed my neck causing shivers to run up and down my spine. I felt her hand on my breast over the top of my blouse. She began feeling me up. I put my hand on her back and gently held onto her as she slowly pushed me down onto my back on the sofa. For a fleeting second I thought that maybe I should resist, but then I knew that I wanted desperately to be taken by Miriam. To have her use me in any way that she desired.
Miriam lay down on her side next to me. She moved her lips over mine again and resumed kissing me. While she did so she continued to gently touch my breasts on the outside of my blouse. She rolled her hand around my breast and then her hand went inside my blouse where she felt the top of my bra. Then her hand was inside my bra and underneath the breast form to my nipple where she squeezed it gently and rubbed it between her fingers. Somewhat surprisingly my nipples were sensitive to her touch and with a slight degree of pinching, not too hard or too soft, I felt an intense pleasure such as I had never felt before, enough to make me spontaneously moan. Miriam shifted her attention from one nipple to the other one and I noticed that the sensation from the first nipple lingered long after she stopped touching it. Now with both nipples feeling pleasure I squirmed in excitement.
Miriam unbuttoned my blouse. When the front was opened up, she had me sit up on the sofa and she took the blouse off me. Sitting side by side she resumed kissing me and used her hand to cup my breasts, to massage them gently, to squeeze my nipples.
Miriam pulled her lips off of mine and said, "How do you like that?"
"It's so dreamy."
"That's how a girl can experience second base if the boy knows what he's doing."
"I feel woozy and my chest feels warm and tingly. My breasts feel kind of lit up. I feel so overwhelmed by you, Aunt Miriam. If I had wanted to stop you, not that I wanted to, but if I wanted to, I wouldn't have been able to." If the truth be known I had the distinct sense during our trip to second base that Miriam was much stronger than I was.
"This is one of the dangers of second base, so you have to be really certain that you want to go there with your boyfriend. Second base starts to tap into great passion. The boy wants to feel your breasts and you may really love being held and desired so strongly, and of course kissing is such an intimate and intense emotional high. Once feelings like this start, they can be hard to stop."
"I think I've felt all of those things," I said, "and I'm very certain that I would never want to stop being on second base with you."
"It is so sweet of you to say that. When we were kissing, I felt for sure that you were a girl. That's how nicely you were playing the role."
I was wearing just my bra and the skirt and panties, and Miriam handed me my blouse. I put it back on, buttoned it up and tucked it into my skirt and once again sat down next to Miriam.
Miriam looked at me as if she was going to say something, but then she didn't. A moment later she said, "Let's watch another show," and we settled down into another Gilmore Girls episode.
When it was over, we were both tired and ready for bed. "I've enjoyed pretending I am a girl with you, Aunt Miriam."
"Yes, it is fun isn't it." Again, she looked at me as if she wanted to say something but didn't.
Timidly, I said, "Were you going to say something?"
"No, well, yes. You see Martin ... I feel that you're more than pretending to be a girl."
I looked at Miriam with a puzzled look and she said, "I'm pretty sure that I'm right about that."
"So, you think I'm really a girl?"
Miriam nodded her head.
"But what about my ..." I said as I pointed toward my penis.
"It takes more than that to be a boy."
"But I don't understand Aunt Miriam," I said with some frustration.
"If you had shown up at the door wearing a dress and acting the same as you have behaved since you’ve been here, I'd assume you were emotionally a girl. You have the disposition of a girl."
I was very perplexed, and Miriam said, "Your problem Martin is that you assume you're a boy because you've been raised to see yourself as being a boy, but you're actually a girl. Sure I can teach you some things that girls do, like when they're on first or second base with a boy, but that's all I'm doing, teaching you something that you never learned before because your mom and dad naturally thought that you should be raised as a boy. You only need to catch up to what other girls learned in their childhood and then you'll be indistinguishable from any girl."
"I don't know Aunt Miriam," I said.
"I'm only saying these things to hopefully help you. Ultimately, it’s up to you to understand yourself and I'll love and respect you regardless of what conclusions you come to."
"I really do appreciate what you've said and that you've been honest with me."
"The point is, that I want you to feel comfortable with yourself. If you want to wear a bra and panties, then wear them. If you prefer skirts and dresses than wear them. If you want to feminize yourself through makeup and your hair style or jewelry, then go for it. Understand?"
"Yes, Aunt Miriam."
"Good. So, let's leave it there.”
We were both silent for a few moments and then Miriam said, “I'm sure you're as sleepy as I am so let’s go to bed."
"OK, Aunt Miriam. I do appreciate what you’re saying.”
“I know you do. Give me one more kiss,” Miriam said, and our lips met and she held me while she gave me a deep long tongue kiss.
****
Another week passed in which Miriam and I travelled to first and second base each night. I became more or less addicted to the opportunity to hold and play with Miriam's breasts. Our ardor for each other seemed to know no bounds and Miriam seemed as delighted as I did in settling down to a show each night while caressing and kissing each other.
While Miriam had given me free reign to wear whatever clothes I wanted to, and I opted to wear skirts and blouses in the apartment, I changed into my boy clothes every time I left the apartment. My mathematics work was going pretty well despite the fact that I tended to spend too much time each day daydreaming about being a girl or remembering how Miriam and I had kissed and fondled each other the previous evening. I managed to have some exciting times thinking about the second set of theorems Professor Oppenheim had assigned to me. In fact, one day I was thinking about the shape of Miriam's bra just as her breasts were freed from its confines, when suddenly I had an inspired idea for how to extend my previous analysis to these new theorems. The idea seemed to have come out of my mental image of how Miriam's bra cups stayed puffed out and her breasts did a little bounce against her chest as the bra came off of her. Somehow this delightful image pointed me to an exciting and advantageous mathematical direction to take in the next phase of my work.
Walking back to the apartment that afternoon, I tried to understand how it was that the image of Miriam and her bra coming off had been instrumental in my mathematical inspiration. While there was some geometrical notions in the mathematics I had been pursuing, they weren't explicitly in the shape of a bra or a breast. Perhaps the mathematical side of my brain was being nourished by my escapades with Miriam. If that were so, then my two favorite occupations were complementing each other.
The next day I paid a visit to Professor Oppenheim to talk to him about my insights. He seemed preoccupied with other issues and said that he'd take a look at what I was thinking about when he next got the chance. While I did not yet have proofs of the theorems, I was pretty certain that my ideas were going to lead to proofs, and I was disappointed that he wasn't able to see the situation the same way that I did. It was clear that I would not be able to rely on Professor Oppenheim to give me much encouragement. Professor Oppenheim also said that he was about to leave for a week and that we could talk more about everything once he got back.
****
One of the effects of my time with Miriam and absorbing her insights into my psyche, was that I found myself naturally behaving as if I were a girl. I only peed sitting down now and I brushed my hair the way I had seen Miriam brush hers. I had breakfast wearing my nightie and wearing a pink robe that I found hanging in the closet together with some fluffy pink slippers. I felt an increasing pressure each day to recognize the fact that if I were a girl then I ought to wear a bra during the day and not just at night. One morning I decided to experiment with wearing a bra underneath my boy clothes. I put one on and then one of my tee shirts and looked in the mirror. I could see that my bra was visible underneath the shirt. I took off the shirt and contemplated what I should do. I looked through my shirts that were hanging in the closet and took out a brown checkered shirt that buttoned up the front and put it on. The bra did not appear to be visible, so I decided that it would be fun to go about my day at the library wearing a bra underneath my shirt.
When I stepped outside Miriam’s apartment building, I felt self-conscious, as if my bra was visible to everyone, but I soon could see that that was not the case. To all outside appearances I was just a kind of young college student going to the library. Soon I was feeling like there was nothing to be concerned about and I became less aware of my bra. One small step closer to being a girl I thought.
As I worked in the library, I discovered somewhat to my surprise that knowing that I was wearing a bra actually freed up my mind to work more steadfastly than I had been able to without a bra. I no longer had to contend with my longing to wear a bra and daydreaming about how I would put one on when I got home. Thus, freed from these thoughts my powers of concentration increased and I spent my day wrestling mightily with finding out the consequences of my new insights into the several theorems I was working on. It was a tough thing to contemplate and every time I thought I was perhaps making a little bit more progress my ideas led to a dead end. I felt like I was going around in circles, but it was also a good feeling because eventually I might find my way out of the maze.
Every day this week was more or less the same. I was invariably relieved when it turned to five O'clock in the afternoon so I could quit thinking about the problems that were giving me such a headache. Looking forward to being with Miriam yet again filled my heart with joy. When I got home, I put my falsies in my bra and changed into a skirt and blouse. Penelope had several skirts and blouses like the one Miriam had found for me and I tried a different combination each night. Miriam seemed to enjoy seeing what outfit I had picked to wear each time she came home. She made a point of teaching me which colors and patterns matched and which didn't. She would say, "Martin dear, girls would not make this choice" or "Martin, that's exactly what a girl would choose!" It turned into a fun game that I enjoyed playing as much as Miriam did.
****
After a few days of wearing my bra during the day when I was at the library, I realized that my wardrobe was quite limited. Only three of my shirts allowed me to hide my bra and I would need to get some new shirts if I was to not have to wear the same shirt a few days in a row until it would be washed in the laundry. One evening during dinner I said to Miriam, "Aunt Miriam, I think that I need to buy some new shirts."
"Why is that?" she asked, "I thought you brought many shirts with you."
"Yes, but I want to wear my bra all day long now and only three of them hide my bra. So, either I wash my shirts more often or else I have to wear a shirt more than one day."
"What a dilemma!" Miriam said, laughing. "Of course, we can get you a few more shirts, but wouldn't it be easier if you just go to the library dressed as a girl? Then you won't have to worry about hiding your bra."
I looked at Miriam like she was crazy. "How could I possibly do that?"
"Martin, you can easily pass for a girl. You have slight, thin bones like girls do, your face is mostly oval like a girl's. Your hair is long enough, and we could probably style it into a girl's hairstyle. Your arms and legs are girlish too. No bulging muscles or anything like that to speak of. You barely have whiskers growing. How often to you shave? Do you even shave?"
"A little."
"You mainly need hips, but we could have you wear gathered skirts with pleats that will give the allusion that you have wider hips than you actually have. Or, we could find you a padded girdle to wear. I'm sure that once you're fully dressed, no one would suspect that you're not a girl."
I didn't know what to say and I stared at Miriam with a look of confusion on my face.
"Martin, don't tell me that you wouldn't love to have the freedom to not have to pretend to be a boy during the day. Am I right?"
"Yes, Aunt Miriam, but isn't it a big step? I guess it makes me feel afraid."
"It is a large step in some ways, of course, and I can see why you're afraid. But I'm pretty sure that the world is going to see you the way I do, Martin, and that is that you're not a boy."
"But what about Professor Oppenheim? He'll be back soon from a trip and I'm supposed to meet with him."
"You mean you'll be embarrassed if he sees you as being a girl?"
"I guess so, and what about my parents and Lei?" The consequences of what had been happening this summer began settling down into my mind.
"My poor dear, I think that any way you want to be is fine. I think you've reached a fork in the road, Martin. You can either continue on being a girl part time, where sometimes you dress up as a girl and sometimes you don't, or you can become a full-time girl and make a clean break with your past. You know better than anyone what it feels like to live the way you are now. The benefits that derive from being a girl are obvious, but the hardships are not. First and foremost, you have your parents to deal with and then you'll have to contend with the reactions of everyone who's known you to be a boy up to the present."
"I guess I have a lot of thinking to do. Not just about mathematics, but also about who I am and how I can live in a way that I feel whole and not torn in different directions all the time."
"If there is anyone who is smart enough to figure out what to do, it is you my dear Martin. Whatever you decide, it might be helpful to you to at least experience what it feels like to be a girl in the big city. So, how about this Saturday we dress you as the pretty girl you are, and we'll go shopping together. I'll be there with you to make sure that you're not scared. And you certainly could use some nice clothes of your own."
"That's a great idea. You're sure it’s no inconvenience?"
"It will be fun, Martin. Going shopping together is a nice girl thing to do and you'll love it. We have a bunch of things we ought to get for you. For example, Penelope's underwear is great for feeling sexy on special occasions and particularly if you know that you're going to be undressing in front of a boy, but it isn't the most practical. We need to get you some everyday panties and bras. The kind that girls wear while they work or just hang out."
"I don't know if I'll ever learn all there is to know about girl’s clothes."
"It may feel daunting, but with time you'll know as much as any girl knows. And why should you know everything? Your mom never raised you to know about bras, panties, stockings, dresses and everything else, but it's not too late to get up to speed. It will also be nice for you to have the chance to pick out some nice clothing that is just yours and not my nieces."
"I guess this is a very good plan, Aunt Miriam.”
“If at any point it's too fearsome for you, we can come home, and you don't have to do it again."
"Okay. I think this will be a really important day for me, and one that I would eventually have to confront no matter what, since I am so very tired of sneaking around with my hidden girl identity."
****
Our plan on Saturday is to go shopping in the afternoon. During breakfast that morning I asked Miriam if there was anything, I could do to help her around the apartment before we left for our excursion.
She thought a minute and then laughed to herself. "Well, considering how much you love my bras, you could help me by organizing my underwear drawer. I'm embarrassed to say that it’s a mess right now and I've been telling myself that I've got to straighten it out. By straightening it up, you’d get a nice chance to be with my bras."
"Really Aunt Miriam?" I'd love to do that!"
"It will also give you a chance to see what sort of bras and panties a girl tends to wear on an everyday basis."
"I'd love to help you Aunt Miriam." I had not been in Miriam's bedroom and I was happy that Miriam would allow me to enter her room and flattered that she trusted me with her bras and panties. After breakfast I followed Miriam into her bedroom where she opened up one of her dresser drawers and pointed to a hopeless tangle of bras on one side and panties on the other. "If you can make this drawer neat, I'll be eternally grateful," Miriam said laughing.
"I'll do my best Aunt Miriam." Miriam left the room and I started by lifting all of her bras and panties out of the drawer and placing them on the bed. Then I sat down next to them and contemplated how I should do the ordering.
I lifted up a white bra and folded it neatly resting the cups one on the other and folding the straps over them and placing it on the bed. I noticed another white bra that seemed to be the same as the first one, so I folded that up also and placed it on top of the first one. Looking through the bras I decided that the first thing I ought to do is create matching piles of bras and then I'd do the same for the panties. I worked on the bras first, carefully selecting them, folding them and deciding if I had a match or not with the bras I had already folded. Miriam seemed to have a couple of styles that she must really like since there were several of them and then there was a group of bras that did not match any of the others.
When I was done with the bras, I counted 20 of them arranged in a half dozen piles. All of her bras were 36D in size. While many were white, there were also a couple of black bras, a few beige bras and then some really pretty bras that were pink and light blue with floral patterns and lace.
"Next are her panties," I thought to myself. There were many more panties than bras and I had fun carefully going through them sorting them. I decided that color would be the best option for arranging them and I made many neatly folded piles covering 8 different colors. Among the panties were some that were not more than a little patch for going over a vagina. These were among the prettiest of Miriam's panties. I had never seen anything like them before and I reminded myself that I'd have to ask Miriam about them.
When I was done, I went to find Miriam to see if she approved of the way I had organized her bras and panties. She was in the living room speaking on the phone and she indicated that she'd join me shortly in her bedroom. I went back to her room to wait for her. There were several more drawers in her dresser and I wondered what they contained. I figured that she must have pantyhose in one of the drawers since I was pretty sure that she wore pantyhose to work every day.
When Miriam came to the bedroom a few minutes later I proudly displayed my handiwork laid out on her bed. Without hesitation Miriam said, "How lovely Martin! Finally, my bras and panties sorted out so nicely. You have a real talent here."
"Aunt Miriam, what kind of panties are these?" I held up the mysterious panties for her to see.
"That's a thong."
"A thong?"
"You've never seen a thong before?" I shook my head. "Well thongs are special panties that are meant to be very sexy. You see they only cover our vaginas and they have these thin straps that go up between our butt cheeks." Miriam held up the thong so I could see how a girl would put it on. "Thongs take a little getting used to. The first time you wear one the strap up your rear end feels odd. The nice thing about them is how cute and sexy they look, particularly if you have a pretty butt."
Though I hadn't seen Miriam's butt, I felt sure that it was pretty enough for her to show off a thong really well. "When do you wear your thongs?"
"Not every day obviously, but every so often when I'm feeling sexy or I go on a date."
"You go on dates?"
"Sometimes. I do like men. I like the company of men, but I also love your company. I love your authenticity."
I tried to imagine Miriam on a date with a man. He'd probably want to go to first or second base with her. The men would probably be capable of kissing her like men do and not like I do. They'd kiss Miriam the way she kisses me. Miriam must have seen the consternation on my face, and she said, "I love you just the way you are Martin. You don't have to be a man for my sake. I rather am smitten with your girlish impulses. They're refreshing in a boy."
"Well I guess I really enjoyed straightening your bras and panties Aunt Miriam. Can I put them back in the drawer now?"
"Yes, Martin. You're a big help. I'll have to get you to straighten some of my other drawers."
"What other things do you have in the drawers?"
"Oh, lots of things that a girl has. My girdles, my all-in-ones, my slips and teddies. My camisoles and nightgowns. Gee, there are scarves and even some fancy gloves. You can work on the other drawers when we get back or tomorrow. Really anytime you want to. You can be in charge of keeping my clothes neat."
"I'd love doing that for you Aunt Miriam."
"Good, knock yourself out. But now we've got to get dressed for our excursion. Put on a skirt and blouse and I'll be in shortly to get you ready to go outside. This will be so much fun!"
****
I dressed in a skirt and blouse and Miriam selected a pair of Penelope's white leather sandals that fit me nicely. She put a little powder and rouge on my face and improvised a feminine style for my hair. Judging by what I saw in the mirror, I decided that I'd probably not have trouble passing as a girl when we left the apartment.
Once we stepped outside the building, however, I felt a wave of anxiety flow through me as I was convinced that everyone could see that I was a counterfeit girl. Sensing my discomfort Miriam held my hand tightly, as if we were mother and daughter. As we walked along, I fell into sync with Miriam's pace and even consciously tried to imitate how she moved. It was fun and exhilarating to explore the different ways that I could pretend I was a girl.
In short order we were standing among a crowd of people waiting for a traffic light. I sensed Miriam looking at me and I looked at her. She smiled and said, "You look so pretty with the sunlight in your hair."
I blushed and said, "Thank you, Aunt Miriam. That means a lot to me."
Miriam smiled and the light turned green and we continued on our way. Gradually I acquired the confidence to look at the faces of the people around me. Most people ignored me, though occasionally I saw boys and men dart their eyes downwards as if to take in my figure. They clearly were seeing a pretty girl and taking some pleasure from it.
Our destination was Bloomingdales which we reached after a bus ride. I was awed by the size of the store. It was nothing like the few small clothing stores we had back home in our town or the discount chain stores out in the mall. "It's so big. There're so many clothes. How will we ever decide what to buy?"
"That's what I'm here to help you with. We'll dabble in a few basic styles and as you gain experience, you'll see all the possibilities. For example, we'll start with bras and panties. You can't imagine how many different bras and panties they have here!"
When we did reach the bra department, I saw that Miriam had not been exaggerating. "Oh my God Aunt Miriam, where do we even begin to look?"
Miriam surveyed the large open-ended space filled with racks and racks of lingerie and said, "We just dive in! That's the fun. We wander through the aisles and we keep our eyes open for bras and panties that we think will be right for you. Of course, we're looking for bras that you'll want to wear every day, so we don't have to consider the really sexy bras like my niece buys."
Many of the bras we looked at I liked immediately, but for most of them Miriam showed me why they wouldn't be right for me. Some were designed for well-endowed girls, others for older women, some were more specialized as for backless dresses. Miriam steered me to brands that were popular with teenage girls, but I wasn't happy about them because they were too colorful or had printed patterns that I didn't like. "I want bras that are like yours Aunt Miriam," I said realizing what it was I really wanted.
"Sure, we can do that. I know exactly what kind of bras to get you." Miriam led me to a display of the bras that she wears.
I could recognize them from when I helped her organize them in her drawer. "It'll be so nice if we can wear the same bra together."
"You're being silly, Martin, but that's OK. Try one of these on in the fitting room to make sure they're comfortable."
I was expecting that she would accompany me, but Miriam thought it was important for me to make my own bra decisions. I went into the ladies dressing room and into a stall. I took off my blouse and the bra I was wearing and put on the new bra and moved my breast forms into the cups. The bra seemed to be comfortable enough, but I was worried that maybe I didn't really know how to judge bras. I peeked outside my changing room and saw no one so I quickly went to the door of the fitting room and called out to Miriam. She came over and I said, "Please help me decide if the bra fits me. I think it does, but I'll feel better if you tell me that you agree."
"It's comfortable?"
"Yes."
Miriam looked it over and showed me that it was in a good position on my chest and across my back. "It's perfect for you Martin."
Miriam decided that I should get eight of the bras, four white, two beige and two black. The bra had a matching panty and Miriam picked out a dozen of them for me. Miriam was fun to shop with. She was patient and she had a lot of good advice.
After we were done with the intimates section, we shopped for skirts and dresses. I tried on so many dresses that I reached a point where I could put a dress on in my sleep. Several of the dresses and a few skirts turned out to fit me very well and also pleased Miriam and we ended up buying those. Eventually we had worked our way through the store and had purchased everything that I needed to round out my wardrobe. Miriam even bought me some make up and we had a great time at the perfume counter deciding what my scent should be. A young salesgirl there was accommodating and by the time we finally decided on some perfume, she must have spritzed me from a dozen different bottles.
****
Riding back to the apartment on the bus, with our packages surrounding us, I thanked Miriam profusely for all she had done for me. When we were back in the apartment, I said to her, "I guess I don’t want to dress like a boy anymore."
"If that is what you want Martin. It's a big step, after all."
"I have done a lot of thinking and this whole day of just being a girl and doing girl things, has made me so happy that I'm sure now that I would be foolish to hang on to my old self. I'm not sure I even know how to be a boy anymore, so I've decided to let Martin go and to embrace my new self. I'm going to be a girl all the time and live like a girl and let everyone know that that is who I am. I'm scared, but I also feel like in some ways it will be a lot easier for me to just be a girl instead of trying to pretend that I'm a boy."
"I'll give you all the support I can, but ultimately you're going to need a lot of strength to withstand the reaction of your mom and dad and other people that know you. Of course, you're not a minor, so you do have full legal control of your own life."
"I guess the first person I have to encounter is Professor Oppenheim. He comes back soon, and I'll need to visit him. Before that I'll go to the library dressed as a girl and if that goes well, I'll have more confidence when I see Professor Oppenheim. But what if he freaks out?"
"That's a risk you have to take, but you probably ought to be ready to explain yourself to him, so he doesn't think that you're not truly serious. For example, you should pick a girl’s name to use, and tell Professor Oppenheim to call you that from now on."
"Right, I forgot about that. What should my new name be?"
"That's pretty obvious. You could call yourself Martina instead of Martin!"
"That's perfect. So, from now on, I'm a girl named Martina!"
"Yes, and just as important, if not more important, is that you also have to think of yourself as a she instead of a he. You'll want me and Professor Oppenheim and everyone you know to refer to you as being a girl. That's a big change!"
End, Part 3
Home Run
By Pamela
Part 4. THIRD BASE
That night after dinner I took a shower and selected one of my new bras to wear and a matching panty. I inserted the breast forms into the cups and put on a new blouse and skirt. When I joined Miriam in the living room she said, “You look darling in that new outfit. We made a great choice there!”
I was anxious to get to first base and then to second base and I flopped down beside Miriam and coyly tried to signal her to kiss me. She said, "I know you're anxious to get on first base, but I have another suggestion for today. I think we need to discuss third base."
"Third base?" I asked.
"Yes, of course, if there are first and second bases, there is also third base."
"Oh, I hadn't realized that. So, is there a fourth base?"
Miriam laughed, "Of course, that's called home plate. When you hit a home run you run around all four bases. Don't you play baseball?"
"Yes, but I never really thought about the connection."
"Sometimes you're a bit strange Martina!" Miriam laughed.
"What is third base all about?" I couldn't imagine what else there was unless it had to do with whatever a girl has down below, her vagina. The truth was I had never seen one and really had no idea what they looked like. It couldn't be like a penis. I was pretty sure of that.
"Third base is serious since it has to do with the boy and girl's private parts. When a girl lets a boy get to third base then she had better really like him a lot."
"Why is that?"
"Because it’s even more private and intimate than first or second base and in the next step beyond third a boy would have hit a home run."
I was even less sure as to what a home run could be, but I knew that I didn't even want to think about it. If Miriam wanted to someday tell me I guessed that I'd be ready for it, though it seemed like it must be really scary. "Do you think I'm ready for third base?" I asked Miriam and she laughed out loud.
"I think you're ready to experience third base, though I must caution you that its more intense than first or second base. I don't want to worry you, but third base unleashes many powerful primal urges in people that can be quite exhilarating, but also somewhat scary. I think that even if you are initially a bit scared, you'll quickly come to see how nice third base is. In any event, the way that girls feel when they're on third base with a boy is something that you have to experience."
"But what is it about third base that makes it so intense?"
"On third base you get firsthand experience of your partner's private part. From a girls point of view a penis is a very powerful thing, but so too are vaginas to boys. Penises and vaginas bring out extremely deep-seated desires in us and when we are confronted with them, we can sometimes do things that we might not be too happy about later, especially if we are on third with someone we don't really like or trust. However, if you are with a partner you feel close to or really like, then there are some truly marvelous aspects to being on third base."
"Wow," was all I could manage to say.
Miriam continued, "Girls can become helpless, even controlled by penises. After all, a boy can wave his penis around like a sword, but the girl can't use her vagina in the same way. From a girl's perspective especially, third base can be very unequal with the boy able to be more dominant and the girl be more submissive. A girl puts herself in a position where she is dominated by the boy's penis. You see, boys get very insistent on third base because the pleasure they get can be among the greatest possible."
"I had no idea it could be so scary, Aunt Miriam."
"I would be lying if I said it wasn't scary initially. But I do think that you'll be able to really enjoy third base once you know what to expect."
"I can't imagine how I could ever dominate over you Aunt Miriam. I never would want to."
"Not every boy on third base is dominant, and not every girl is submissive, but it does create an environment where dominant partners can match up with submissive partners."
Miriam could tell this was all foreign to me. "Maybe we're rushing third base a bit. Why don't we start out tonight on first and second bases and then see what we want to do? If you're feeling good about it, we'll try and make a move to third base. If you're not comfortable we'll stay on second base. How does that sound?"
"I think that's a great plan Aunt Miriam."
Miriam sat down on the sofa and I sat down next to her. We spent a long time kissing each other and feeling each other up. Before too long I had helped Miriam, who had not yet changed into a nightgown, to take her blouse and bra off and she had helped me take off my night gown. I was wearing my bra and Miriam's breasts were fully exposed. As we kissed and made out, I found that I much preferred feeling like a girl. I enjoyed Miriam's strength and aggressiveness, though I also could not get enough of fondling and licking her breasts. I could see from the way I felt that Miriam would say I was submissive. The thought of somehow using my penis to lord over her seem ludicrous. How could that possibly happen?
After a short time, it dawned on me that if there was something that was even more exciting and pleasurable than second base, then it was something I should definitely try and do. At a free moment I whispered to Miriam "I think I might be ready for third base, that is if you are."
Miriam stopped what she was doing and smiled at me. "I agree. I think you're ready to experience third base."
I asked Miriam, "so what do we do?"
"I'll tell you. Third base has to do with the girl touching the boys penis and the boy touching the girls vagina."
"With our hands?"
"It can be with our hands, but it can also be with our tongues and mouths or anything else you can think of. It's often the use of our mouths that makes third base so intimate."
"Our mouths?" I hadn't thought about that possibility.
Miriam smiled sweetly and took my hand. She looked me in the eyes and said, "If this is all too much for you Martina, you need to tell me."
"I didn't know about using mouths, but I trust you Aunt Miriam. I'll do anything you say, and I know that it's all for the good." The thought of seeing a vagina for the first time and especially Miriam's vagina which must be inside her panties excited me in a way I had never felt before. And then to be able to put my mouth on her vagina made me lose my breath. I imagined kissing her vagina. It was a whole new way of thinking about what she and I could do together.
"That is very sweet of you Martina. I guarantee that you'll grow to love third base once you experience it."
"You love third base, don't you?"
"Very much so."
I figured that she meant that she loved kissing a boy's penis or something like that. I wondered if she also likes licking one.
"On third base I may kiss your, um, your thing?" I asked.
"My vagina?"
"Yes. I've never seen a vagina."
"Well we're going to fix that," Miriam said laughing again.
"But what do I do when I see it? Do I touch it or kiss it?"
"First, we'll probably have you start by touching my vagina with your fingers, and I'll start touching your penis with my hand. Then we'll work our way to our tongues which is, as I said, more intimate. Don't worry, I'll let you know exactly what you need to do to make me feel happy on third base, and I'll do my best to make you happy you're on third base."
I smiled at Miriam. She had a way of saying things that defused my concerns and made me feel confident that I could learn what it was she wanted to teach me.
"First we'll have you be the boy who's trying to get on third base with his girlfriend. I'll lead you through everything you need to do." I must have looked a bit alarmed since Miriam said, "What are you afraid of Martina. Be honest."
"It's just that I'm a bit scared that I don't know how to be enough of a boy to make you think I'm a boy."
"If it’s hard for you to act like the boy in the relationship, then you let yourself feel like you're a girl trying to make another girl feel good on third base. That happens all the time too."
The scenario of me being a girl who touches Miriam's vagina seemed like a perfect solution for me. That way I wouldn't have to worry about not living up to my expectations about how a boy would behave in this situation.
"After you have had some time to learn about my vagina, I'll take charge and be a girl who is taking her boyfriend to third base. This will show you what girls feel like when they encounter a boy's penis. Someday that might be useful for you to know. How does this sound?"
Nervously I said, "OK, I guess I'm ready."
"Good. Now relax. I guarantee you this will be fun. The first step is you have to gain access to my vagina. So, I'll stand up and you reach up inside my skirt and pull down my pantyhose and then pull down my panties."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
I had only the vaguest idea of what I might find inside Miriam's skirt, but I was nonetheless excited at being given the opportunity to explore there. I kneeled in front of Miriam and lifted up her skirt. "You'll have to use two hands to pull down my pantyhose," Miriam said. I moved my head underneath her skirt, so I was inside it and reached up and put my hands on her hips and then felt for the top of her pantyhose. When I had grasped it, I tried pulling down on it. It was a lot harder to move than I had anticipated, but I found that by wiggling one side and then the other it began to pull down. Getting it past Miriam's rear end took the most effort since the waist band on the pantyhose had to stretch outwards to accommodate her tush. Once the pantyhose was past her butt it came down relatively easily and I gently moved it down her legs until it was bunched up at her ankles.
Miriam put her hand on my shoulder to steady herself and she raised one foot up and had me take the pantyhose off her on that side. Then we repeated this for her other leg and her pantyhose was now off. I put my head back inside her skirt and stared at her panties which were in front of my face. She was wearing shiny silky pink panties. There was a faint womanly odor that seemed to inhabit the inside of her dress. I breathed it in deeply and sighed. It was definitely having some effect on me, making me crave approaching Miriam's vagina. Just behind that thin fabric was her vagina, something I had never seen before.
"You're so beautiful Aunt Miriam," I said from inside her skirt. It was true, she had a remarkably lovely figure with her legs and panties and her lovely round butt.
“All your flattery is going to my head," Miriam said, laughing.
I nuzzled the front of Miriam's panties with my face. "Pull down my panties and I'll step out of them," Miriam said.
I did what she said and there in front of me was her vaginal slit, and I found myself getting extraordinarily excited by staring at it. "Oh my God, Aunt Miriam. So, this is what a vagina looks like!" It was a tender little slit in the middle of a cute slightly puffed up region just below her lower abdomen and at the juncture of her legs.
"Of course, I've shaved the hair around my vagina because I prefer it that way, though there is nothing wrong with having a hairy vagina. Many girls and their boyfriends might even prefer them."
Staring at the slit I asked "What do I do with your vagina? Am I supposed to lick it?"
"I know it must be tempting to put your face on my vagina, but I first want you to go to third base with your fingers. They'll be plenty of time later for you to use your tongue on my vagina."
Miriam stepped aside and sat down on the sofa and patted the cushion next to her indicating that I should sit down. I sat down and Miriam lifted up her skirt and spread her legs apart. Now let's get you to third base."
"The first thing on your mind is that you want to give the girl pleasure through her vagina. It’s very similar to the way in which you get pleasure through your penis. You can use your fingers to touch a girl's vagina to give her pleasure."
"Where do I touch?"
"I'll explain. You have to pay close attention to a few basic things since fingers can be tricky. Vaginas are very delicate and sensitive and if a boy doesn't know what he's doing with his fingers he can end up hurting the girl and getting himself called out at third base."
"It sounds like it may be too hard for me to do and I couldn't stand the thought of hurting you, Aunt Miriam."
"I'm sure you can do it, Martina. Just relax. The first thing to know is that you want my vagina to be moist. Dry fingers touching a dry vagina will not feel good. So, the first thing you do is wet your fingers in your mouth and then gently touch the top lip of my vagina."
I put some saliva on my fingers and then very gently touched the top of her vagina. "Allow me to move your fingers a little bit," Miriam said, and she used her hand to move my fingers to a slightly better spot just on the inside top of her vagina. "Now, you don't have to continually get more saliva to keep my vagina wet, because once you start touching the right spots, my vagina will start producing a fluid that will lubricate itself. It's like my body knows that it's going to be on third base, so it gets moist all on its own. It can even get moist on first and second base. Actually, it should be moist if the boy and girl are enjoying what they are doing."
"Do you get moist when we're on first or second base?"
"Definitely, Martina. My vagina gets very wet when we're kissing or when you're feeling up my breasts, or even when I was feeling up your breasts. Do you feel me getting moist now?"
"I do, Aunt Miriam. It's getting kind of wet on your vagina, a lot wetter than from my saliva."
"Good, Martina. Now the goal is to gently stroke my clitoris with your finger or fingers. The clitoris is near the very top of my vagina and when it's being stimulated it gets a little hard. So that is something to feel for. Also, since the clitoris can be pretty difficult for boys to find, it is not uncommon for the girl to help the boy find it. She can do that by moving his hand, or by moaning when he hits it correctly. You see, I'll feel a lot of pleasure the moment you touch it."
I gently moved my fingers around the top of Miriam's vagina, and it wasn't long until she began moaning. I could feel a slightly raised bump that was slowly getting harder and I concentrated on touching that. "That's great Martina. Back and forth slowly and gently like that. You're going over and over my clitoris and it's feeling more and more wonderful. Oh, my God, Martina, keep that up. That is wonderful. You are such a kind and loving lover. Oh, holy lord, oh, oh, oh, .... ahhhh." Miriam gently moved my finger away.
"I'm sorry Aunt Miriam, did I do something wrong?"
"Gosh, no, Martina. You made me cum, in record time. I don't think I've ever cum so fast!"
"Come?"
"You know, orgasm."
"Oh, right."
"It felt wonderful, Martina. Yummy. Girls love that."
"I'm so happy that I could make you feel good, Aunt Miriam."
"Now is the best part if you're a girl, because now that I've had a little rest, you can repeat what you did, and I can get another orgasm. I might even be able to get a few more."
"I'd love to continue to play with your vagina, Aunt Miriam." Martina once again gently touched Miriam's clitoris and began stroking it slowly and rhythmically. "Would you like me to put my finger up inside your vagina, or will that hurt you?"
"Good question, Martina. When my vagina is wet you can slide a finger in and out a bit, as long as the motion still affects my clitoris. Some girls are able to get orgasm from vaginal stimulation and there is this somewhat mysterious place called the G-spot that can cause orgasm. I've never found mine, so I'm not sure it exists. Some people think that it’s just another part of the clitoris which is deeper inside me. So, the bottom line is that a boy can explore different ways of playing with a girls vagina in order to find out what she likes and doesn't like."
"So, I should try different things?"
"Sure, Martin. That could be fun. You'll know by my reaction how strongly I'm feeling pleasure. If you sense I'm not responding, then you should try something else."
I slipped a finger gently inside of Miriam's vagina and felt around and then slid it out over her clitoris. "Nice, Martin!" Miriam said. I then tried two fingers and then tried circular motions and whatever other movements I could think of. I found that most of them caused no real response from Merriam. The motions that guaranteed a reaction involved running one or two fingers over her hardened clitoris. Eventually I concentrated on that movement and before long Miriam was once again gasping for breath and then climaxing.
"That was so marvelous, Martina," Miriam said. "In the future, you can do what you just did while you're feeling up my breasts or kissing me. You see its all cumulative in some sense. Once you get to first base, you can take it with you to second and then you can take first and second to third."
"That was so neat, Aunt Miriam. I love third base and I now see why you said how it can unleash powerful emotions."
"Now we have to explore third base for you, in which I get to play with your penis. The penis can be a very fun thing for girls. It's not as difficult as the vagina to give pleasure to. All a girl has to do is touch the soft underside of the penis near the top and boys go crazy with pleasure. A girl can also gently massage the balls and even the boy’s backside. Really, anything girls do, boys love. The best part is that we know we're doing the right thing if the penis becomes hard and stiff, that is, the boy gets a boner."
"Really?"
"Of course. The amazing thing about boys is that they get boners even when no one is touching their penis."
"You can see boners?"
"Of course, Martina. I've seen your boners many times while we've been on first and second base, in fact, I even saw you with a boner your first day here when you put on my niece's PJ's."
"Oh my God, Aunt Miriam, I'm so sorry."
Miriam laughed and said, "Sorry? Martina, I'm flattered that you've gotten so many boners because of me. In fact, all this time I've regretted that I couldn't play with them. I held back because I didn't want to scare you or be presumptuous as to what you are or are not willing to do."
"But now, because we're on third base, you can finally touch my boner?"
"Exactly." Miriam lifted up my skirt revealing that I had a boner popping up inside my panties.
"Speaking of the devil," Miriam said. "Now relax."
Trembling with anticipation, I awaited Miriam's touch. "You're trembling my poor dear, I'm not going to hurt you."
"I know, Aunt Miriam, I'm just so excited about what it might feel like to be on third base."
"I just love that thing of yours sticking up so cutely."
"You're sure it doesn't upset you?"
"Why would it? It's a signal to me that I excite you. Since I love being with you, I'm flattered that you get hard like that. Now let me show you what a girl can do for a boy on third base."
"So, I really need to be a boy now?"
"No, if you want to pretend that you're a girl and I'm touching your vagina, that is fine too. In fact, you certainly seem like a cute little girl that I've managed to get to third base. Now I really need to investigate what's going on down there inside your panties. Now take off your skirt and stand in front of me."
I did as she said so I was standing wearing my panties with my boner pointing at her. Miriam put a hand on my thigh and moved it up inside my panties gently grabbing onto my stiff rod. "Oh, there it is. I'm so happy I found it. It's so deliciously cute to touch." She laughed and moved my penis and balls out through one of the leg openings and said, "You're even leaking a bit of its precious fluid." Her hand explored over the surface of my penis and then touched my balls. Ever so gently Miriam stroked them with her fingers. "I love these dear little balls of yours." Her hand continued its exploration, traveling between my legs and then around my hips to the cheeks of my buttocks. She pulled my panties down to my ankles, and then her hand inched a bit towards my bottom hole and she gently stroked around the outside of it. Suddenly Miriam pulled me down onto the sofa next to her and pressed her lips back onto mine and resumed kissing me. Miriam’s hand found my shaft again and was moving up and down slowly now with an extra rub at the underside of the tip. She whispered to me, "Come my little friend, let's see what you've got in you today."
I couldn't resist touching Miriam's breasts again and I slowly reached out and held one of them and I then gently glided my hand over it. The pleasure from Miriam's rubbing on my cock was so intense that I froze in an ecstatic state. Miriam then rested her hand curled around my member and barely moved it. The pleasure shot into me in a continuous pulsation as my penis pushed up rhythmically against her hand.
"Oh, my God, Aunt Miriam!" I wailed.
"You like that, do you?"
"Oh, yes, oh, yes."
"Do you want me to rest a little now?" Miriam stopped moving her hand.
"No, no, please no."
Miriam laughed and said, "You're so cute, Martina. I'm going to have to finish you off before you explode." Miriam then moved her hand up and back and almost immediately I began spasming into Miriam's hand. She laughed gleefully and after the last pulse of my penis, Miriam carefully put her hand to her lips. I watched as she slowly licked the cum off her palm and fingers into her mouth and swallowed it. Her eyes closed and she seemed to shake with pleasure with every bit of it. When she was done, she said, "So delicious! Yummy. I haven't had that in years. It's so primal, so animalistic. You should know that some girls find it wonderfully delightful to swallow."
I stared at Miriam in a state of euphoria. "Oh my god, is that third base? I had no idea!"
Miriam laughed. "That's only a beginning. There's lots more we can do on third as you'll see!"
My penis had relaxed after cumming but thinking back to the feelings I had had caused it to start rising again. "What's that?" Miriam said. "Is that who I think it is?"
"Gosh, Aunt Miriam, it’s gotten hard again. Just thinking about what you had just done."
"This is so delightful. Now I can have a little more time with your guy. Let's make him shoot off again. It's cute and so much fun. This time sit over my legs facing me."
I did as she said so now my boner was pointing toward her stomach like a little sword. Miriam placed her two hands, one holding my penis and the other over my rear end. As soon as she touched my penis it hardened up and started straining to get touched. At the same time her hand caressed my butt and pushed down on my bottom hole causing my prostate to light up in intense pleasure. The simultaneous touching of my penis and my butt caused me to start shaking and gyrating my hips back and forth between the two intense pleasures. Miriam seemed to be loving every minute of it. "Grab me and pull your body into my tits," she said. I did that and now felt the breast forms in my bra pushing up against her large breasts, all the while with my penis being stroked rhythmically and my ass sending waves of pleasure deep inside me. "I'm growing quite fond of your soft cute little butt," Miriam said playfully.
I felt Miriam now cup my balls with her hand. "You're very wet Martina. You're leaking cum that I can't wait to taste again. Now be a good girl and suck mommies titties."
Frantically I now hunched over and put one of Miriam's nipples in my mouth and sucked it. I felt one of her fingers pushing its way up my bottom hole while her other hand went back to stroking my cock. A second later I exploded in orgasm for the second time this night.
Once again Miriam carefully licked the cum off her fingers and hand. "I just can't get enough of that Martina. It's so delicious. I know I've said it before, but I love the taste of your love juice."
My face must have shown surprise and curiosity concerning my cum since Miriam said, "You're wondering what it is I'm tasting aren't you? Come, let's kiss." Miriam smiled and her eyes opened wide and she moved her mouth towards mine and the next thing I knew she was kissing me. As her tongue parted my lips, I felt her deposit my cum inside my mouth. The strange unfamiliar taste of the warm liquid surprised me. When it was all in my mouth, Miriam said, "So that's what girls experience."
I continued to hold the combination of cum and Miriam's saliva in my mouth not knowing what I ought to do with it. Miriam said, "You can swallow it, that's what I do."
I did as she said and Miriam said, "you're a good sport Martina. Someday you might be in the same position as I am, where you get a chance to swallow a man’s cum."
"That was kind of fun actually. It made me feel really close to you, sharing the stuff."
"You are such a darling."
Miriam and I snuggled together and then later watched another show. I couldn't help thinking about my first trip to third base and how much I enjoyed being there. We would have to return there soon, that was for sure."
****
In my free time during the day on Sunday I had a breakthrough where I was sure that I had proven the second set of theorems that Professor Oppenheim had told me to work on. I did this even though I had not yet gotten any response from Professor Oppenheim concerning the ideas I had presented to him during my last visit with him. Certainly, it was clear that my approach to the problem was definitely turning out to be quite exciting. The next step of my work would take me to thinking directly about proving Harry's conjecture. Before I did that, I needed to get insights from Professor Oppenheim. I hoped that my latest work was going to blow his socks off. He should have returned from his weeklong trip, so I'd pay him a visit the next day to explain my results to him. I wasn’t sure if I had the nerve to show up in his office dressed as Martina. I’d have to make that decision the next day, which meant I could avoid the problem at least one more night.
****
After I told Miriam about my breakthrough, she insisted that we go out to have a fine dinner in a restaurant to celebrate. It would also give me a nice opportunity to wear some of the fine clothes she had bought me.
Miriam made reservations at a French restaurant and then when it was time to get ready for dinner, she found me in my bedroom to discuss what I needed to wear. She opened my closet and took out a black dress we had bought together. "This black dress will be perfect for tonight. Is that okay?"
"Yes, Aunt Miriam. I think it’s pretty. What do I need to wear with a dress like that?"
"Take off your blouse and skirt and we'll see."
I stripped down to the panties and bra I was wearing, and Miriam regarded me. "You've wearing white underwear and normally a girl would wear black panties and bra under a black dress, but there is no reason to change. You can wear a black slip under the dress and a black garter belt to hold up your stockings."
"A garter belt! I get to wear a garter belt!"
"Yes, Martina, you have to wear hose with a nice dress like this and since you don't really need a girdle, you might as well just wear a garter belt. Well unless you really want to wear your girdle."
"That’s a dilemma, Aunt Miriam. I'd like to wear both, well not at the same time, I mean."
Miriam laughed, "You're too precious Martina. So, you pick one or the other to wear." She went through the dresser and selected a black garter belt and a white girdle. "Your girdle isn't black but that shouldn't matter. What would you like to wear?"
I considered the two of them and then chose the girdle. "I think that I ought to start with a girdle. It seems more secure than the garter belt which is more delicate."
"True, Martina, but you certainly are allowed to wear delicate clothes. As you know already girl clothes are often made of finer fabrics than boy clothes. As a girl you'll eventually be able to wear them comfortably without worrying about hurting them. But for right now, a girdle is just fine for you. And we also have to select some hose for you." Next to the girdles in the lower dresser drawer were neatly stacked cardboard envelopes that held pairs of brand-new stockings. "For your first stockings lets go with these ultra-shears nude colored. Let's see if you can put on the girdle yourself. It's like my girdle which you so expertly were able to take off of me."
I pulled the girdle up my legs and over my bottom. It fit snugly without being uncomfortably tight. I had to struggle a bit with the clips but eventually got them closed. Then I zipped up the zipper. "Great," Miriam said, "now sit down on the bed and we'll see if you can put on your stockings without my help. Don't feel bad if it’s hard. It takes girls some practice under the watchful eyes of their mom or, in your case your Aunt Miriam, to learn how to do it without causing a run."
"I'll do my best," I said nervously.
"Open the envelope and take out the stockings. Be very gentle with them and hold them only by the top. Relax Martina. If you relax, you'll find it a lot easier."
I took a deep breath and opened the package and took out the stockings. I held one by the end. It was interesting how it sort of looked like a two-dimensional leg. "Very good Martina. Now line up the toe part pointing away from you and use your fingers to gently gather the stocking in your hands moving toward the foot." I did as Miriam said and when I had the stocking gathered, she showed me how to put it over my toe and heel and then draw it up my leg. The last step was clipping it onto my garters. For that I had to stand.
"Excellent Martina. You obviously have a knack for putting on stockings. You're as gentle with your stockings as any girl would be."
"Thank you, Aunt Miriam."
"And look how pretty your leg is," Miriam said and I admired my stockinged leg. "I'll bet you'd love to have some pretty nail polish on your toes?"
The thought hadn't occurred to me before but now that Miriam had mentioned it, I could see that it would be just another one of those wonderful things that girls got to do. "Yes, Aunt Miriam, it would be nice."
"We'll put some nail polish on your toes tomorrow, and of course your fingernails."
I then followed the same procedure with the other stocking and before long I was now dressed in my stockings, bra, panties and girdle.
"Totally adorable Martina, you have such nice legs and a very sweet figure." She opened a drawer and took out a black, full length slip. "Put this on." I put the slip on over my head and pulled it down over my bra and girdle.
"What a mature young lady you look like in the slip."
It was true. Wearing a black slip made me feel a bit more grown up. I especially enjoyed the way the front of the slip had lace trim across the bosom and purposefully ballooned outwards so my bust could fit within it.
"Before you put on the dress let me put some makeup on you."
Miriam led me to her own spacious bathroom where there was a table to sit down at and apply makeup. She applied some rouge to my cheeks and some mascara and eyeliner to add sparkle to my eyes. It was fun to be fussed over by Miriam. Wearing makeup had a pleasant affect in further confirming my desire to be feminine.
"Now for your dress," Miriam said.
We went back to my room and Miriam said, "let me help you on with the dress." Miriam gathered up the dress and lowered it over my head as I put my hands through the arm holes. Then she slid it down my sides and zipped up the back zipper. "My, my, Martina, you look so sophisticated."
"I feel so womanly."
"Here, put on some heels, you'll feel even more womanly." Miriam fetched my black heels and said, "You should wear these."
The shoes were made of a shiny black patent leather and had a pointy toe and graceful feminine shape. The shoes slipped fairly easily onto my feet and Miriam had to hold me since I was a bit wobbly. "They're comfortable, aren't they?" Miriam asked.
"I think so, but I may be a bit unstable in them. I always had some trouble with my mom's heels."
"They were probably not your size. I'm sure you'll get used to these quickly. Walking on high heels is one of those things women love to hate. We like the beautiful look they give to our legs, but we hate walking long distances in them. With a little practice you'll find that you can walk gracefully in them and actually appreciate the statement they make about your own femininity."
Miriam let go of my arm and I walked around the bedroom. Just like she predicted, with bit of practice I began to understand how to move so that I wasn't in danger of toppling over.
"Go take a look at yourself in the mirror Martina. You're absolute eye candy. You really do have a delicate feminine presence about you. I find it surprising that your mom never mentioned it to me, though I’m sure she would notice it now if she saw you like this."
Miriam's comment confirmed the feelings I've carried around within myself for all these years. I wasn't crazy. Even though I might have been born a boy I knew in my heart that my wanting to pretend to be a girl must have a greater meaning. In fact, it was just the girl who I really was, trying to be herself.
"I'll wash-up now and then get dressed and then we can go," Miriam said.
"Can I watch you dress? I think I could learn a lot from that."
"Sure Martina, in five minutes come to my bedroom and I'll put on a nice show for you," Miriam laughed.
Miriam went off to her bedroom and I went to the living room. I sat down primly on the sofa smoothing out my skirt as I sat down and putt one stockinged thigh over the other and admired the pretty shoes I was wearing. I closed my eyes and let myself drink in the joyous feelings I felt for being so fully made up as a girl. Having a bra with my breasts in them, wearing a girdle to shape my figure and having the delicious feel of nylon on my legs. And I was wearing a lovely scent and enjoyed knowing that I was at the center of it.
After five minutes I went to Miriam's bedroom and she called out to me to come in and have a seat. I watched in fascination as Miriam took off the skirt and blouse she had been wearing revealing her pantyhose and bra. There was something about being a voyeur that was particularly pleasant. Watching her large breasts sway and otherwise bounce and move around in her bra was a thing of beauty. What a glorious thing they were. Miriam went into her bathroom and I followed her. She pulled down her pantyhose and peed into the toilet while I watched. She wiped herself off with some tissue paper and then pulled up her pantyhose and panty and sat in front of the mirror fixing her makeup. While she did so I looked at myself in the mirror which filled me with joy because I could see that I looked so much like a girl. Having a womanly shape with breasts was heavenly. With Miriam's permission I would have to buy a padded girdle to help broaden my hips a bit. It would be nice to also have a girl's bottom. When Miriam was done with her makeup, she retrieved a black cocktail dress of her own from her closet and she slipped it on over her head. Then had me zip up the back zipper.
"All I need is some heels and I'm done," Miriam said. She decided on shoes to wear and then we were standing together, both dressed in black form-fitting dresses. Miriam looked at me and said, "One last thing is we need pearls," and she fetched two strings of pearls from a drawer and she slipped one over her head and one over mine. She also put on matching pearl earrings and said, "Too bad your ears aren't pierced. We'll have to get that done soon. It's so much fun wearing earrings, you'll love them."
Before we left Miriam gave me a purse to carry. I opened it up and saw that it contained a small mirror, lipstick, a tiny vial of perfume and an embroidered handkerchief. She showed me how to hold the bag by putting the long strap over my opposite shoulder. I found it to be fascinating the way the strap went across my breasts. It reminded me of how my mom would carry her purse.
Miriam and I walked to the restaurant. The city was delightful in the early evening with a gentle warm breeze. We were two ladies walking together in our heels, dressed to the nines going out for a dinner in a fancy restaurant. I felt that my mannerisms were getting more feminine each day and the fact that I was wearing only girls clothes now made me feel like I was a legitimate girl. I was behaving like a girl and looking like one.
At the restaurant, the maître d' seemed to know Miriam and she introduced me to him as her young colleague Martina. After we were seated, I said, "I real love being Martina."
Toward the end of the scrumptious dinner, Martina looked up and to his shock and surprise, saw Professor Oppenheim enter the restaurant with an attractive woman who was most likely his wife. "Oh my god, Aunt Miriam, my professor just walked in."
Miriam turned to look at him. "He looks very distinguished. You should say hello to him."
"Hello to him?"
"You were going to have to do it anyway, weren't you?”
"I'm too scared, Aunt Miriam. I'll need time to psych myself up to do that."
Professor Oppenheim and the lady accompanying him were escorted by the maître d' straight toward Martina's table. As Professor Oppenheim was passing, he looked at Martina, walked a couple of paces beyond and then stopped and walked back staring at her. "Do I know you?" Professor Oppenheim said.
Flummoxed, Martina didn't know what to do. "You're Martin, aren't you?" Professor Oppenheim said.
"Yes, professor."
"I'm glad I found you. This is my wife, Cathy." Professor Oppenheim indicated her, and she shook hands with me. "And this is?" Professor Oppenheim said in reference to Miriam.
"Oh, I'm sorry, this is my Aunt Miriam, whom I'm staying with for the summer."
"So nice to meet you," Professor Oppenheim and Cathy said.
"So, Martin, I read your notes about the proofs and I think that you may be onto something. You have my enthusiastic support to continue what you're doing. It is quite an interesting idea you've had. See where it leads!"
"But Professor Oppenheim, I was going to come by tomorrow to show you the proofs. I figured them out."
"Really? This is wonderful news. So, we now need to talk about proving Harry's conjecture. Come by tomorrow. How wonderful."
When Miriam and Martina were alone together again, Martina said, "I can't believe that Professor Oppenheim didn't say anything about me being a girl. How could that be?"
"It shows that he respects your right to be whomever you want to be. Since you're in the middle of a crowded restaurant dressed like a beautiful young lady, it would be callous of him to ask you why you're dressed that way."
"I suppose you're right."
"Anyway, isn't it exciting news about your idea?"
"Oh, yes, definitely. Before when I told him about it, he didn’t seem very interested in it.”
"Well I think it’s clear he very much respects you, so I think you're going to have a very bright future with him."
"I hope so. But I might never get any more good ideas again."
"Pshaw, Martina. You're a brilliant young lady who is going to accomplish great things."
****
The next day Martina visited Professor Oppenheim dressed in a skirt and blouse. When she knocked on the door and then entered and took a seat, Professor Oppenheim got on his feet and walked over to Martina. "So, please explain," he said.
"Explain about my proofs?" I said.
"Yes, that too, but first you owe me an explanation for why you're now dressing like a girl. I'm not criticizing you, but it's a bit much to not expect me to be curious."
"I'm sorry. I was going to eventually let you know, but I hadn't yet had the courage. But since you recognized me at the restaurant, I guess the horse has left the barn."
"Indeed. Assure me that nothing nefarious is going on. Your Aunt didn't force you to be a girl, did she?"
"Oh, no, no, not at all. She's someone who is willing to listen to me talk and that led me to realizing that I've always seen myself as a girl. You see, long before I came here, I've spent at least one day a week pretending I was a girl. Now, I've decided I should be a girl all the time. It's so much simpler for me, then trying to switch back and forth."
"You need to give me some guidance about this. I assume you don't want to be called Martin any longer?"
"Aunt Miriam is calling me Martina and I like that name. So, yes, from now on I think I should be called Martina."
"So, you're out of the closet now?"
"Yes, I guess."
"And your parents know about this?"
"Not yet. At the end of the summer, when I take a trip back home, they'll find out."
"Well, I hope that they're the kind of people that are accepting."
"I hope they are too."
"If there is any way I can be of help, let me know. So, in the meantime, let me see the proofs of the theorems that you came up with."
I explained the proofs to Professor Oppenheim, and he became quite excited. "So now we can start thinking about proving Harry's conjecture!"
I left his office with his blessing for having become a girl and for now devoting the rest of the summer to proving the very difficult Harry's conjecture. My results rejuvenated his excitement and he would be also doing some heavy thinking himself.
****
That night, Miriam said that it was time that we go back to third base again.
"So, I should touch your vagina with my fingers?" I asked
"You could, but I was thinking that you ought to learn how to do that with your tongue. Is that a problem for you?"
"I don't think so, Aunt Miriam. The other day when I took off your panties, I had a good view of your vagina and I felt like I would like nothing more than to put my face on it and lick it any way I can.''
"There are lots of positions that you can be in when licking my vagina. How about we start with you kneeling in front of me. You can place a pillow under your knees to make it more comfortable." Miriam took off her skirt and then stood with her legs apart and I fetched a pillow and then went down on my knees at her feet. In front of me I saw that Miriam was wearing a pink open bottom girdle that had garters with stockings attached to them.
"Wow, Aunt Miriam, I love what you're wearing."
"It's no surprise to me that you love my girdles as much as my bras. Undo the stockings and then feel around for the side zip on my girdle and pull down the zipper. There were three garters holding up each of the stockings and I undid them one by one. Then I felt around for the zipper until I found it and then pulled it down. It was fun to have my hands sliding over the surface of the girdle and around Miriam’s thighs. In the middle of all that lay Miriam's sweet vagina that I would finally get to taste.
"I pulled down your girdle zipper, Aunt Miriam."
"Now undo the clips, just the top three. Then you should be able to pull the girdle past my hips."
Undoing the clips took some effort since I couldn't see them. After some struggle while Miriam waited patiently, I finally had them undone. "Now I'm pulling down your girdle, Aunt Miriam." I held onto the bottom of it and pulled. It moved a little, but then I had to reach onto the back of the girdle across Miriam's rear end. Pulling from the bottom front and the top back and wiggling it a little back and forth I was able to get the girdle to move. My hand moved across Miriam's ass as the girdle slid down and I made a note to myself that someday I would have to spend some time just getting acquainted with her perfectly shaped butt. For now, I was content to pull on the girdle until it released from her tush and fell down to her ankles. Miriam stepped out of it and then told me to carefully pull down her stockings. I did as she said and then she reached down and took off each of her nylons. All that was left was Miriam's panties which I pulled down to her ankles and she stepped out of them also. In front of me was Miriam's vagina, and I wondered what I should do next.
Looking down at me perched at her feet, Miriam said, "I hope you're not scared of my vagina."
"I'm a little scared that I won't measure up to the task of making you feel good. I don't want to disappoint you."
"Nonsense, Martina. You've done so wonderfully with your fingers; it should be even easier with your tongue. So, go ahead and start licking and sucking it now. Aim for my clitoris. It'll feel hard to your tongue just like it did to your fingers."
I looked up and saw Miriam's breasts rising out from her chest. They appeared to be enormous. It was a nice sight and I told myself that I needed to revisit it the next time I had the chance. I put my hands on Miriam's butt cheeks to hold myself steady, and then moved my face toward Miriam's vagina aiming my tongue for the slit. I flicked my tongue around the entrance to her vagina. I was amazed at the warmth of Miriam's body and after licking her like this for a minute I wiggled my tongue between the lips of her vagina and actively sought out her clitoris. I felt Miriam jump a little when I must have hit a good spot. It was wonderful to hold her rear end with my hands. She had the smoothest and most perfectly shaped butt. My lips were now over Miriam's vagina as if I were kissing it and my tongue encountered her silky wet skin and a not disagreeable taste that was unlike anything I had tasted before. It was an earthy, primal taste with a very slight indescribable and mysterious scent. I moved my tongue around inside the opening exploring different parts with my tongue. From the position I was in I looked up towards Miriam's face and saw that she was looking down at me. Our eyes met for a second and she said, "Very good Martina, you're doing very well."
While I liked the idea of pleasing Miriam, I realized that I also really liked sucking and licking on her vagina. I especially liked having my tongue inside it. There was nothing to be scared of here. It was a delightful experience to be at Miriam's feet with no more care in the world than what part of her vagina my tongue would touch next. I found myself getting more and more aroused by what I was doing, and I made a contented sound like "hmm" as I continued to move my tongue around.
"Aren't you an eager little sucker," Miriam said laughing mildly. "My pussy is just loving your attention." After a few more moments Miriam said, "I'm going to help get you right on top of my clitoris." Miriam gently put her hand on the back of my head and moved it very slightly. "Relax your lips and keep your tongue out and I'll make sure it is on the right spot." Miriam moved my head again a bit closer to the top edge of her vagina and there I must have struck gold since I felt her thigh muscles tense and she said in a slightly raised pitch, "Bingo Martina, exactly there, that’s exactly the spot. Oh, my goodness!"
I zeroed in on the spot and Miriam said again, "Oh my Goodness Martina, your tongue! Yes, just there! Yumm!"
My tongue was touching a noticeably raised section of her vagina and as it did so, Miriam tensed up and her clitoris seemed to swell in size so that it was even easier to locate than before. Now I concentrated on rubbing the raised section with my tongue and as I did so I felt Miriam put her hand on my head and push it in slightly to increase the pressure on her clitoris as my tongue and lips slid over it. I felt the muscles in her legs tightening underneath my hands as they rested on her thighs. It got increasingly wet inside her vagina, and a sweet taste appeared that seemed to increase the more I managed to touch her clitoris.
Miriam said, "Oh my dear Martina, this is really good!"
Miriam's positive feedback inspired me to flick and lick her clitoris vigorously and after a short while I felt her thighs tense up even harder and then her spine seemed to arc backwards, and using two hands she forced my head tight against her vagina and vigorously forced it up and down so she was rubbing my face into it. As she climaxed her vagina flooded with more of the sweet liquid and in an excited voice she said, "Yes, yes, oh yes, oh yes Martina, Martina my honey, oh God," and then suddenly a long deep sigh and her legs relaxed. I pulled my lips away from her vagina and looked up at Miriam. Her eyes were closed, and she had her hands on her waist as if to steady herself. "My goodness gracious Martina. That was so fine. I better sit down," Miriam said, panting slightly, "and catch my breath."
Miriam sat down on the sofa and I sat on the floor at her feet. I silently looked up at her and felt proud that I had made her feel so good. After a few minutes Miriam said, "I think I climaxed three times."
"I'm happy to continue licking on you."
"Whew! That would be great. Just let me catch my breath for a few minutes and savor the pleasure you've already given me." Miriam closed her eyes and leaned back. I laid my head on her thigh and she rested her hand on my cheek.
A few minutes later Miriam raised her hips and put a pillow under her bottom. Then she leaned back and spread her legs wide so that her vagina was above the seat cushion. "This should be a bit easier for you to get your face right up in there on my vagina."
I positioned myself kneeling on the floor in between Miriam's legs and facing her vagina. I looked up toward her face and saw her breasts resting sedately. "Do you mind if I touch your breasts while I suck on you?"
"Of course not." I extended one of my hands up to touch her breasts. Meanwhile I felt her use her hands to gently guide my head toward her vagina and then my tongue toward her clitoris.
I resumed licking her vagina and clitoris. While I was deeply absorbed in Miriam's vagina and she had been letting out almost a continuous moaning sound, the phone rang. From where Miriam was lying, she was able to reach out an arm and pick up the phone from the end table.
While I licked her, I heard her say, "Hi Lillian! So great to hear from you."
I stopped what I was doing and looked up at Miriam who was listening to what was being said by my mom. She laughed slightly and said, "I'm glad to hear that." While she did this, she used her free hand to signal me to continue what I was doing. Then she reached down and gently nudged my head toward her vagina. As I resumed licking her, I listened to her side of the conversation.
"Oh yes, Martin is a great pleasure to have around."
"Yes, yes we are getting along famously."
While Miriam talked her hand nudged my head to a slightly different spot and continued to guide it rhythmically up and down over her vagina. My tongue smothered her clitoris with attention. Even while talking to my mom I felt Miriam's thighs tense and release as if she had had another small climax.
"He's making great progress with his mathematics. Martin and I were in a restaurant and by coincidence his professor walked in with his wife and I met them. A very lovely man and he had only the nicest things to say about Martin's work."
After ten minutes more where it seemed like my mom was telling Miriam about some news of a mutual friend, Miriam said, "Sure, Martin is right here. Let me pass the phone to him. Give my regards to your hubby. Bye bye."
Miriam gently moved my head away from her vagina and said, "Say hello to your mom."
She passed the phone to me and while lying between Miriam's legs I put the phone to my ear and said, "Hi mom!"
"It's so great to hear your voice, Martin," my mom said.
"I've missed you, mom. How is everything at home?" I asked.
"It's nice. Your dad and I have been playing a lot of golf. But tell me about how you're getting along with Miriam."
"She's really nice, mom. I'm totally enjoying myself here." In front of my face was Miriam's vagina and I knew that I was definitely not lying to my mom.
"I'm delighted that it's going so well."
My mom asked me about my research, and I told her that it was going extremely well. "I've proved a few theorems that have really impressed Professor Oppenheim." She asked me some more questions and then she passed the phone to my dad who got on the line. "Martin, how are you and Miriam getting along?"
I told him what I told my mom and then he said, "I can't tell you how proud your mother and I are that you're living and thriving in the big city. It took courage on your part."
"Thanks dad, but Aunt Miriam is fun to live with."
"That's super!" my dad said.
We talked some more and then my dad said, "Well, anyway, you take care and give my love to Miriam."
"OK dad, I will. I love you."
"I love you, son."
After I was done, I handed the phone back to Miriam who hung it up. I said, "My dad sends his love to you."
Miriam said, "Your parents are such sweet people and they should be very proud of you."
"My dad said, 'I love you, son'."
"That's nice."
"But aren't I his daughter now?"
"Well, yes, I guess so, but until he knows that you've become a girl, you can't expect him to not think of you as his son."
"I guess so."
"Never forget, that if you're true to yourself, then no matter what happens you can feel satisfied. You can't live your life for other people, not even your parents."
"I love you, Aunt Miriam."
"And I love you Martina."
We hugged for a long minute and then I said, "Should I continue with what I was doing?"
"No, I'm anxious to make you feel good Martina. I want to play with that boner I've been seeing poking out from time to time in your panties. I bet it's causing you some discomfort after such a long time."
It was true that my erect penis was hurting a little, and that I was anxious to have it relieved. I nodded my head.
"Let me see what's going on in there," Miriam said and reached inside my panty. "Your penis is all rigid. Does that hurt?"
I nodded my head. "I know just the cure for what ails you," Miriam said laughing.
"Can I pee first?" I said. "I really have to go badly."
Miriam laughed, "Of course Martina. Let's have you pee." I got up and went to my bathroom with Miriam following behind me. In the brightly lit bathroom Miriam watched as I pulled down my panties and sat down on the toilet to pee. With my boner I had a hard time getting it to point down into the bowl. While I sat there Miriam took off the rest of her clothes until she was completely naked.
Her perfectly shaped breasts, the pretty swell of her upper thighs meeting at her vagina and her legs were very beautiful and stirred my penis to get even harder than it was. There was a long silence as Miriam watched me. My boner wouldn't go down and so nothing came out. "I'm afraid I can't pee until I relax a little," I said.
"Of course," Miriam said and she turned around and faced the other way. Looking at her beautiful rear end was not helping the situation. Finally, I closed my eyes and thought of what might be the next steps in proving Harry's conjecture that Professor Oppenheim wanted me to think about. For reasons that will forever be mysterious to me, in my mind's eye I suddenly saw a connection between Miriam's beautiful naked body and a way forward in proving Harry's conjecture. It was probably the geometry of Miriam's rear end and her perfect little slit and her full, luscious, red nipples breasts that inspired me. Her perfect beauty mirrored the perfect beauty of the proof that I envisioned. While I excitedly contemplated this new development in my research my penis softened enough to start peeing. The sound of my peeing caused Miriam to turn around and she said, "Congratulations!"
"Thank you, Aunt Miriam," I said, feeling very happy about my mathematical inspiration as well as the fact that I was about to get Miriam's full attention on my penis.
When I was done peeing, I was beginning to stand up when Miriam said, "Stay there Martina. This is a perfect location."
"Really?" I said.
"Sure Martina. Doing it here is kind of sexy, don't you think? Surrounded by these bright tiles and hard surfaces, it sort of puts your penis on display and then I get to devote myself to making it happy. I like that, I want to show you how much I worship your cock and how much pleasure I can give you. So, lean back a bit on the seat," Miriam said. I leaned back slightly with my panties around my ankles and Miriam got down on her knees in front of me and reached her hand in between my legs and took hold of my penis. There was a little drop of pee at the tip that she pushed aside with her finger. Then she gently raised my penis up and leaning forward a bit she lowered her mouth over my penis and began sucking on it. To gain leverage she held onto the side of the seat next to my thighs. The pleasure was extraordinarily intense. Miriam seemed to be an expert at what she was doing. At one point she reached a hand between my legs and held onto my balls. In the intense bright light of the pink tiled bathroom I watched as her blonde-haired head went up and down with each stroke forcing my penis as deeply into her mouth as she could. "Oh God I'm just crazy about your penis Martina," Miriam said in an excited husky voice. I looked across the room in a mirror where I got a view of myself sitting on the toilet and Miriam crouched in front of me sucking rhythmically on my penis. She was right about the setting. It's cold tile surfaces in which the sound of her sucking and my ever-increasing moans of pleasure echoed off the walls framed this primitive human encounter where Miriam relentlessly and passionately engorged herself on my swollen penis. Before I knew it, I could feel myself getting close to cumming and then I shook with a violent spasm and ejaculated forcefully and repeatedly into Miriam's mouth. She kept her mouth glued over my penis absorbing the waves of cum directly into her mouth. When the last bit had come out, she stood up and with a smile on her face she moved the cum back and forth between her cheeks and over her teeth. Almost in a dream like state Miriam mumbled, "Mmm, I love swirling it all around my tongue and over my teeth and then having a delicious swallow." A few second later she swallowed the whole load. "Yummy, Martina."
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I spent the next few days replaying my recent night on third base with Miriam over and over again in my mind. When I wasn't doing that, I continued to think about the consequences of my insight into Harry's conjecture that had occurred to me while gazing at Miriam's naked body. I realized that I may be on the verge of the breakthrough that could lead to the long sought-after proof. Things were starting to fall into place in my mind, though the ideas still needed a lot more work. I'd have to sit down and write out some equations to continue to explore what I have come up with.
Over a few days I wrote out my analysis and explored different directions. Some led to dead ends, some led to positive results that argued for additional research and more thought. It was an exciting time, but each day at five o'clock I left to go home, hoping that this would be a good day for Miriam and me to revisit third base. Miriam had a series of late nights at her office that delayed our getting together in the evenings. In any event, Miriam told me, that the anticipation of a good time can be just as thrilling and enjoyable as the time itself. "So, let's both of us spend a few days reflecting on how much we loved being together on third base and how delicious it will be when we finally do it again!"
In principle what Miriam was telling me made sense, but the reality of waiting to be with her again made for restless days and nights. Finally, late in the week Miriam told me that the stars were aligned so that we could finally get together after dinner that night and have a nice long leisurely visit to third base. I was so excited I was going to bust.
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When we were again together on the sofa, I was so anxious to start with her that I said, "I can't wait to suck on your vagina, Aunt Miriam!"
"I know you can't Martina, and I'm anxious to put your pretty penis in my mouth and suck on it," Miriam said.
"What are we going to do?" I said dramatically.
Miriam laughed, "Actually there is a simple solution, which is also the last way of being on third base that I wanted to show you."
"What could that be?"
"It's where we both give and receive pleasure at the same time."
"How can that be?"
"It’s actually very easy. All we need to do is lie down side by side on the sofa in opposite directions. That way your face will be at my vagina and my face will be at your cock. Then we can lick or suck each other at the same time. It's a lovely and intimate position. So, let's try it."
I was amazed at how much Miriam knew about third base. It also hit me that as smart as I thought I might be because of my work in mathematics, it was amazing how dumb I had been not to foresee the simple geometrical solution Miriam had proposed to get both the boy and girl in a position to receive and give pleasure at the same time.
"Take off your nightie so it doesn't accidentally get some love juice on it," Miriam said. I took it off, so I was only wearing my bra and panties. Miriam stepped out of her panties and sat down with me beside her on the sofa. Miriam leaned over one way and had me lean over the other way. She had me raise my upper leg so she could rest her head on my thigh with her mouth facing my panties. At the same time, she raised her leg and had me put my head between her legs facing her vagina. "Perfect, Martina. Now we both get to be on third base together." Before I could say anything, I felt Miriam take my penis out of my panties and then her mouth absorb my penis and my body jumped with pleasure. I then latched on to her vagina and breathed in the intoxicatingly intense female pheromone-laden scent that filled my nostrils and taste buds. Once again, I felt Miriam place her hand on my head and gently push it, so my lips were on the right spot and in short order her legs tensed up and my head was caught in a vise like grip of her thighs. For a moment I wondered if Miriam was going to flatten my head but luckily, she reached orgasm before she had done so. She continued to hungrily suck on my penis and with her free hand play with my balls and around the lips of my bottom hole. It wasn't long before I could feel myself approaching an orgasm. Miriam was latched on tightly to my penis with her tongue working over it and her lips moving up and down across the end. I helplessly squirmed with pleasure and licked her as hard as I could. With my free hand I held onto her breasts and gently rubbed her nipples. Miriam made no attempt to take my penis out of her mouth as I felt myself getting closer and closer to cumming. Just when I thought I was about to cum, Miriam took my erect penis out of her mouth and let it stand there in the air without touching it.
"I'm sorry Martina," Miriam said, "but I don't want you shooting off just yet. In fact, I haven't even begun to enjoy your penis. I'm going to make it perform for me for a while longer and then maybe I'll let him cum. I love what you're doing with my vagina so keep it up."
To say that I was frustrated was an understatement but frustrated in a most sensual and exciting way. The thought that Miriam controlled when I could have an orgasm thrilled me deeply. I continued to lick and suck her vagina and use my hand to hold her bottom and her breasts. It wasn't long before I felt her legs tensing up and applying great pressure on my head followed by a gasp of pleasure and a total release. By this time my penis had begun to sag a little and when Miriam renewed her sucking on it, I again almost jumped out of my skin with the intense pleasure. It was a miracle I didn't just immediately shoot off, but Miriam seemed to be an expert in getting me close to the edge without letting me fall over. Now, when my penis got rock hard again, I felt her sucking on my balls. I heard her saying, "Balls, balls, I love your balls. I could suck on your balls all day long. But I can't because I want to suck on that delicious cock of yours. Do you have any idea how pretty it is?"
A few minutes later Miriam said, "Suck my pussy harder, Martina! Harder!"
I did as she said clamping my lips over it and vigorously touching her clitoris with my tongue. Before long I felt her have an explosive orgasm, after which she was breathing heavily. Then she said, "Now I'm going to shoot you off, Martina!" She began sucking on my cock and sliding it in and out of her mouth. She built up her speed and dug her hands into my rear end and backside, and I heard her say "Give it to me Martina, I want it. I want it all."
A moment later my muscles spasmed and I let loose my liquid in a series of jets into Miriam's mouth. With each jet I screeched in ecstasy and Miriam gave a contented sound of pleasure muffled by my ejaculating penis wedged in her mouth. When I was done Miriam relaxed and we lay quietly in our mutual positions for a minute.
I heard a soft sound of swallowing and them Miriam said, "What a huge amount of semen Martina. I kept it all for myself and it's so delicious." Miriam put her arm across my butt and hugged me tightly and then I did the same to her. I then slowly massaged her gorgeous rear end, feeling its perfect roundness and then sliding my fingers down into her crack and finally to the sensitive skin between her two holes.
"Oh, Martina that feels so good," Miriam said in a faint voice.
Now with my hand playing around her anus I moved my mouth back to her vagina and began licking it again. Miriam adjusted my head until her leg began vibrating slightly with each pass I made over her vagina. "Oh, so good Martina."
After a few minutes Miriam shuttered in orgasm with her legs powerfully gripping my head. When she released her grip, I felt her tongue licking the underside of my penis and it jumped up into a slight erection. She said, "I love how responsive your cock is. It’s like it's constantly begging for more. I think I'll give him a short rest and then I'm going to suck him again."
I laughed and said, "I can't believe how much fun third base is. I mean I loved first base and second base, but third base is so different."
"Truly," Miriam said.
After a minute I said, "isn't it odd that I like licking on your vagina even though I feel like I'm a girl?
"It could be the boy side of you Martina. On the other hand, there are plenty of girls who like licking only on vaginas and never penises, so you might be like one of them. Of course, your girl side, once she comes out fully might want to explore more of the things that girls do, such as sucking on penises. There are also girls and boys who don't like sucking on either vaginas or penises. Some people don't like third base at all. Doesn't all this variety make the world a more interesting place?"
"I suppose so Aunt Miriam."
I realized that Miriam was giving me very good advice. It would be awhile until I knew who I really was. I did know that I was a girl, but what kind of girl I didn't entirely know. Yes, I was a feminine girl, but would I want to one day be a real girl, and if I became a real girl would I want to be in love with girls or boys? If I didn't want to become a real girl, would I find a girl who would love me as I was?
I felt Miriam playing with my cock again and it stiffened up. "I can see that it’s time for me to suck on your pretty cock, Martina. Before I do, I want you to spend some more time with my vagina. In fact, let me show you a way that girls can get a bit more control of their pleasure.”
Miriam stood up and said, “You lie on your back.” I rolled onto my back and looked up at Miriam. “Now I’m going to straddle you in such a way that you can feast yourself on my vagina. Miriam swung one knee over me and climbed onto the sofa so that she was sitting up with her thighs framing my face, with her back toward my feet and her pussy just inches from my mouth. “Now I can lower my vagina straight down onto your mouth and you can lick me, but I can also slide my hips over your face and lips which allows me to control my own pleasure.”
“That’s really neat,” I mumbled with a face full of Miriam’s vagina. I resumed licking her and as I did so, Miriam got into a rhythm with her hips, so they slid up and back causing her vagina to rub across my mouth and tongue. She continuously adjusted the pressure on my face, and as she got more and more excited the harder she sometimes pushed on me. I had to take whatever opportunities to breathe I could get whether through my mouth or nose. I was feeling Miriam’s full weight on my face and what started as soft moans from her, increased in volume and length until she was loudly calling out “Oh Martin, Oh God,” until she seemed to reach a monumental climax in which I thought her thighs might crush my head. As soon as she was done, she turned around and launched herself over me getting my hard penis into her mouth. As she wildly moved her head up and down over my boner, her vagina once again was positioned over my mouth and I took advantage of this new opportunity to continue licking her. I noticed that her orgasm had flooded her vagina with a delicious liquid that I lapped up as she wiggled her hips over me again. It wasn’t long until I had an explosive orgasm propelling my semen once again deep into Miriam’s mouth and she stiffened up having yet one more orgasm with her vagina pressed into my face.
In the aftermath of our impassioned dalliance, I reflected on what a lovely experience third base turned out to be. I couldn’t help but wonder what new and remarkable expressions of love Miriam will introduce me to when we complete our trip around the bases.
End, Part 4
Home Run
By Pamela
Part 5. HOME RUN
My ongoing investigation of how to prove Harry's conjecture felt like it was paying off. While I had yet to figure out a proof, I could see that pieces of the puzzle were falling into place. I dropped in on Professor Oppenheim again and discussed what I was thinking about. "That's not at all the direction I thought we ought to go. I'll be amazed if that turns out to lead to a proof. It seems like you've chosen a path that at first glance has more difficult issues to get past than other more obvious paths."
I wanted to tell Professor Oppenheim that my work was a result of my insights inspired by Miriam's naked body, but it didn't seem like it would be very smart to tell him that. Instead I said, "I had a flash of insight that led me to do what I'm doing, and I think I'm still making some progress. Like you said, there appears to be a couple of tough points, but I am not yet to a place of giving up on them."
"That's fine Martina. I trust your instincts."
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After a couple of weeks enjoying third base every few nights, Miriam said that she thought that I was finally ready for a home run.
“To be honest Aunt Miriam, I've been a little scared to think that there is something beyond third base. Considering how intense third base is, I can't imagine how amazing a home run must be!"
"I can understand your fear, but a home run is what nature, more than anything else, prepares us for. It's the perfect culmination of all the emotions that travel from first base, to second base and then to third base."
"It's all about the boy putting his penis in the girl's vagina. Am I right?"
"Yes, Martina. That's what a home run is. The boy and the girl have sexual intercourse. If a boy gets a girl to have sex with him like that, then he feels like he's hit a home run."
"What about if a girl gets a boy to have sex with her?"
"Well, I suppose that means that she's hit a home run, also. The thing is, like in all the other bases, it is most often the boy that is trying to get the girl to move to the next base, though in the modern era, girls are more often exerting their right to do the same thing to boys, if that's what they want."
"If I have sex with you, Aunt Miriam, does that mean that I would have lost my virginity?"
"Exactly, Martina. You can see from that why hitting a home run is a big deal. A special word exists just to cover this occasion in everyone’s life."
"When did you lose your virginity, Aunt Miriam," I said, and then hurried to add, "I hope that that is not too personal a question."
"It's fine, Martina. I lost mine in college to a boy I can barely remember anymore."
"That's sad, Aunt Miriam. I'm never, ever going to forget losing my virginity with you!"
Miriam laughed. "Yes, I can see it will definitely be a memorable experience for you, judging by the wonderful times we have had together on first, second and third bases. So, let's go for our home run tonight, what do you say?"
"I can't wait, Aunt Miriam!"
"We should make this a very special occasion," Miriam said. "It will be a great opportunity for you to dress up as a cute virgin whom I can seduce and initiate into the world of sexual intercourse!"
"Do you mean what I think you mean?" I said excitedly.
"Yes, Martina. This will be the perfect time for you to dress up in one of the pretty pink party dresses that hang in the closet of your room. And you can wear a crinoline or two underneath the skirt, so you get a lot of volume. Penelope has dressed up like that on many occasions. Some girls love to get big billowing skirts around them. It makes them feel intensely feminine, and I'll bet that you're that kind of girl. Am I right?"
"Yes, Aunt Miriam. I fell in love with those dresses from the first moment I saw them!"
"Good, so pick out any one of them you want to wear and this time you should wear a garter belt with your stockings. It'll be a lot easier for us to have our home run that way."
"Okay, I can do that."
"It you have any trouble, just come get me and we'll figure it out. We'll meet in my bedroom at nine o'clock."
I looked puzzled and Miriam said, "It will be so much more comfortable on a bed than trying to fit ourselves on the sofa. Trust me!"
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I took a bubble bath and got myself clean and perfumed and then used the hairdryer to get my hair done. I put on some makeup and then dressed in panties and a bra. I put on the fanciest panties and bra I could find since I'd be undressing in front of my "boyfriend." I put on a garter belt and stockings and then spent a long time looking at the pink dresses in my closet. Each one was prettier than the next and it was not an easy decision as to which one to wear. Finally, I decided to wear a pink dress with multiple layers of fluted tulle ruffles, and decorated with diamanté and a floral lace appliqué with pink pearls and bows. I put a crinoline on underneath the skirt. The dress had a hidden back zipper that I had to ask Miriam to zip up for me. She loved my choice of dress and said jokingly that it would be perfect for any young girl who was going to lose her maidenhead.
I put on a pair of pink heels and walked out to the living room and sat down. I was an hour early and I picked up a fashion magazine and looked at the pictures of women in it. A calm descended over me, sitting in my puffed-up dress on the sofa, and I felt feminine in a deeper way than I ever had before. I gazed down at the sumptuous pink fabric and the lace details. My hands rested on the skirts with the crinolines bunched up inside. I raised the skirt and examined the pink crinolines. I allowed myself to savor the secure and wholesome feeling that the garter belt and stockings gave me and especially how much the skin of my legs loved when the shear nylon slid along them when I moved my legs. The front of my chest was heavy and if I wanted to, I could interpret the feeling as if I had real breasts filling out my bra. I raised my legs and looked at the high heel shoes on my feet and I admired how pretty they were.
I wondered if I felt like a real girl this moment. I thought about it awhile and decided that I just about did feel like I was a real girl. Most of my boyhood was hidden behind my clothes and hair style. I wondered what kind of girl I would be once I completely got to the point of feeling like a real girl. Would I always be concerned about being pretty? Would I love to shop for new clothes to wear? Would I be careful with my makeup? Would boys find me pretty? But what about girls? Would I rather have girlfriends or boyfriends? Would I want to fall in love with a boy or girl my age? Were there girls my age that would fall in love with someone like me?
****
At nine O'clock I got up and walked down the hall to Miriam's room and knocked on the door. I heard her say "Enter" and I went in. Miriam was dressed in jeans and a man's shirt, with her hair tied back. "I hope you don't mind if I take the boy role in going for a home run," Miriam said.
"Of course, I don't. I'm pretty sure that I'm only equipped to be the girl."
"You look amazingly pretty Martina. That dress becomes you. You remind me of my niece. You could be her twin. You definitely must meet her when she returns."
"I'd love to Aunt Miriam. I feel like I must be a girl just like her."
"You are. Now come sit on the bed, Martina."
I sat on the bed and Miriam sat down next to me and gave me a deep, long, tongue kiss. It was nice being the girl. I had nothing to worry about. Miriam would be in control and I just had to be as feminine as I could be, and that was not hard to do considering the feel of my wonderful dress and knowing how pretty my underclothes were.
Miriam took off her shirt exposing her naked breasts and then took off her pants. She removed her panties and then pushed me back so that I was lying on my back on the bed. "You're so pretty in that dress, I'm going to let you wear it while we have sex."
I felt Miriam's hand on my breast as she felt me up on the outside of my dress. She became more excited and began breathing heavily. I felt her hand on my leg and then moving up underneath my crinolines until it was at the bottom of my panties. With her other hand, Miriam lifted up the skirt of my dress and the crinolines and bunched them up over my chest until they were touching my chin. Her hand reached inside my panties and pulled my penis out, so it was pointing up. It was now clear why a garter belt was much more practical than a girdle in this situation.
The skirt of my dress was partially blocking my view of Miriam and I pushed it away so I could look at her. I felt Miriam hold my penis as if she was seeing how rigid it was. She climbed on top of me with my knees between her legs and the next thing I knew she pushed her vagina onto my penis and her hips started moving back and forth forcing it to slowly and steadily move into her opening. The pleasure as she bore down on me was unworldly. In short order Miriam had pushed her vagina onto my penis as far as it could go, and she then began pumping her hips up and down in a slow steady rhythm. With each movement of her hips my body shuddered and vibrated with the extreme pleasure I was feeling. All I could think of was that as much as I thought that third base gave me pleasure, this was in a new realm of intense feeling. Miriam's hands held my hands pushing me down onto the bed and I looked up over my skirt to see her face gripped by a fierce determination as she continued to take my virginity.
The more I felt Miriam's excitement, the more I became aroused by being the object of her dominance and I willingly let myself be swept along on her seduction. The pleasure was of rising intensity for me and evidently for Miriam as well. She grunted with each thrust she made with her hips and I felt her vagina grind into my pubic bone at the end of every stroke as she craved swallowing every ounce of my cock within her pussy. Suddenly Miriam yelped in pleasure and her hips shook under the throes of her orgasm. She stopped moving for a minute as she took several deep breaths. Then abruptly she began pumping again. In short order she let out a small scream of pleasure and she rested again. "Oh God Martina this is too good to be true," Miriam said. I surprised myself that I had not cum yet, though I was teetering on the edge. The last thing I wanted to do was disappoint Miriam now that I knew that she needed my erect penis in order for our home run trip to be possible.
I felt a wave of love for Miriam fill up my heart. I held her tightly and I slid my hands down until each one held one of her ass cheeks. I squeezed them and let myself enjoy the wonderful feeling of her flesh. She was moving her hips slowly now, enjoying each bit of friction between our private parts. Miriam slowed her hips even more until they barely moved, and I felt her vagina convulse around my penis and she let out a long delicious moan of ecstasy. When her vagina stopped convulsing and relaxed again, she once again began sliding it over my cock. I would have thought that I could not control myself from climaxing, but luckily, I held out.
With Miriam’s breasts dangling in front of me, I left one hand on her rear end and used the other to fondle her breasts and to alternately gently squeeze each of her nipples. “Harder, harder!” she said, and I now used two hands to squeeze both of her nipples aggressively causing her to moan in tremendous pleasure. “That’s so perfect, Martina. My nipples love that attention. Oh, pull them and squeeze them.” I continued to do as Miriam asked and this drove her into ever higher rapture. Two more orgasms swept through Miriam and then on the next one I had no more control and her pounding of her vagina over my cock brought me over the top and I arched my back with a mighty orgasm like none I had ever experienced before. Our cries of pleasure intermingled as I shot a prodigious amount of semen into her loving vagina.
Miriam collapsed onto the bed next to me and we lay there for a good fifteen minutes without stirring. When we were calm again, I said, "I think I like home runs the best of all."
Miriam laughed and said, "I am so happy you said that. It's nice that I was able to snatch your virginity away under such a loving situation."
****
I fell asleep in my dress and stockings with Miriam holding me. Sometime in the middle of the night, Miriam got up to pee and when she came back to bed, I awoke and said, "That was wonderful, Aunt Miriam."
"We have a problem, Martina."
"What's that?" I said, worried.
"I'm still horny and I need to borrow your penis again."
I laughed and said, "I think he's ready!"
"Let's take all your clothes off," Miriam said, and in the dim light she unzipped my dress and helped me off with it as well as the crinolines. Then I undid my stockings and took off my garter belt. "You can keep your bra and panties. I know how much they mean to you."
It was true, without my bra I wouldn't have breasts and then I'd be frustrated. Miriam once again climbed on me and we had glorious intercourse together. The feeling of our mostly naked bodies touching each other was perhaps the most wondrous experience I had yet had this summer. As we enjoyed each other, I reached up and felt Miriam’s breasts bouncing as her hips slid back and forth over my penis. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I had a vision of a chain of reasoning that would lead to a proof of Harry's conjecture. It sprang directly out of my mental image of how my penis was being enveloped by Miriam's pussy while her large boobs swiveled in syncopation with her hip movements.
When I finally came and Miriam was sated, we lay together and I told her what had happened. "That's so exciting Martina, and I am so happy that I played a part in your great accomplishment."
****
The next day I worked without interruption on the proof of Harry's conjecture from the time I woke up until dinner time. My insight from the night before turned out to be accurate and before long it was clear in my mind that I had a complete proof. I sat back and exulted in the feeling of accomplishment which then led me inevitably to reflect upon the reality that I would never have achieved this breakthrough nor any of the previous ones, if it had not been for my firsthand sexual encounters with Aunt Miriam. In effect, she was the living embodiment of all the deep mathematics that was needed to prove Harry's conjecture.
****
The following morning, I gathered my notes together to show them to Professor Oppenheim. I was beyond excited about sharing my results with someone who would appreciate them. I made a point of dressing in my favorite skirt and blouse and fixing my hair and makeup as best as I knew how. Then I walked over to Professor Oppenheim's office. He wasn't busy and he let me in. I started out by saying, "I'm pretty sure I proved Harry's conjecture, Professor Oppenheim."
Where I had been expecting him to jump to his feet in excitement, instead he said, "Oh, have you, Martina?"
"Yes, here are my notes that outline the whole proof!" I handed the papers to Professor Oppenheim who glanced at them and said, "I'll try to get to them soon, Martina. I hope you understand that there have been hundreds of false proofs over the many decades people have worked on proving Harry's conjecture."
"But, Professor," I said.
"I'm glad you're enthused but, as I said before, your approach has got some major stumbling blocks that no doubt would take years to figure out, if at all possible, and here you are back in a week or so!"
This was such a letdown that I began to cry. I sensed that Professor Oppenheim had gotten up and had walked over to me. "I feel terrible that I've made you cry. I have two young daughters of my own and you seem so similar to them."
While I sobbed, I felt Professor Oppenheim's hand on my shoulder. "Now there, there, Martina, there is no reason for tears. You don't understand how science works. The starting position is always skepticism. That's the beginning. From there, if your ideas have merit, it will be realized eventually, and your work will be appreciated."
My crying continued as some quiet sobs.
"I haven't been fair to you. Give me a few minutes to read through your notes more carefully," Professor Oppenheim said.
I collected myself together feeling terribly embarrassed. "I'm sorry Professor, I can't control myself."
"My youngest daughter is the same way. Sometimes if I look at her sideways, she'll cry."
He said this smiling at me in a conspiratorial tone, without apparent malice. "I guess I'm too sensitive, like some girls are," I blurted out.
Unseen by me Professor Oppenheim gave a slight ironic smile and rolled his eyes. He picked up my notes and began reading them more seriously. I sat silently watching Professor Oppenheim's face for signs of what he might be thinking.
All of a sudden, I noticed his face clouding over in deep thought. His eyebrows bunched up and he formed a pained expression on his face. He put down the paper, looked at me and said, "Oh, shit! Pardon my French." Then he closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair and shook his head rapidly back and forth and opened his eyes again. "I think I see what you've done. It's so clever my mind is having a hard time getting oriented. It’s so unconventional. Unlike anything I've seen before. You actually figured this out?" he asked me excitedly.
I nodded my head, now beginning to feel happy.
"What led you this way Martina? How? What was the inspiration? No one would ever have thought of pursuing this, but it's so clever!"
"I was looking at Aunt Miriam, who you met at the restaurant, and I sort of got the inspiration."
Professor Oppenheim broke out into a huge smile and laughed slightly. "You're saying her figure, her womanly figure inspired you?"
I nodded my head again.
"I am astonished. This is a titanic advance in mathematics - if there is no flaw! So right now, let's get another opinion." Professor Oppenheim picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Hi Steve, its Joel."
"Fine, very well."
"Yes, Cathy is fine."
"Look, are you busy? I have something here that you need to see."
"Yes, a proof by our young scholarship student Martin."
"Great, see you in a minute."
Professor Oppenheim hung up the phone. "The department chairman, Professor Taylor is an authority in this area. Let's see how he reacts to it. Take your papers and let's pay him a visit."
Professor Oppenheim led me through some corridors in the math building and up a flight of stairs until we came to a suite of offices that belonged to Professor Taylor. Professor Oppenheim knocked and we entered, and he introduced me to Professor Taylor, who said, "This is Martin? I don't understand."
"Perhaps you ought to explain, Martina," Professor Oppenheim said.
"Martina?" Professor Taylor said.
"Yes, I've become Martina now. I know I enrolled as a boy, but this summer I decided that I'm really a girl, and so now I dress like a girl. Like I said to Professor Oppenheim, my Aunt Miriam calls me Martina, now, and I think that is a good name for me."
"We live in a remarkable day and age, don't we?" Professor Taylor said.
"Indeed," Professor Oppenheim said.
"So, what do you have for me, Martina?" Professor Taylor said.
"Martina has been working on Harry's conjecture and, it appears she has worked out a proof of it."
Professor Taylor looked stunned. "I assume, Joel, you've looked at it and think it might be the real thing?"
"Yes, I have. Sorry to say, I was very skeptical when Martina came to me earlier, but after sitting down reading what she's got here, I think she's done it."
Professor Taylor sat down with my notes and began reading them. After a few minutes Professor Taylor looked up at me, and then back down at the paper. Then, just like Professor Oppenheim his eyes widened and even a few beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He closed his eyes and shivered. For the longest time he said nothing and then finally said, "My God that's beautiful. The sheer surprise of such an original thought! Whew, my goodness gracious!" Professor Taylor broke out into a huge smile. "How did you come upon this?" he said to me.
I repeated my story about Aunt Miriam, and he shook his head in disbelief. "She must be an incredible woman," he said.
"Well what should we do?" Professor Taylor said rhetorically. "Assuming it all checks out, and we'll get a few other readers in here to systematically go over every part of it, then you'll want to publish your paper. We can help you with some minor editing."
"I think Professor Oppenheim should be a co-author," I said.
"Ridiculous, Martina, this is your work," Professor Oppenheim said.
"But, my inspiration for the final proof only came about because you had me prove the earlier theorems."
"A minor detail. You can thank me in the paper if you need to."
Professor Taylor continued, "We can use some of the online forums to spread the word rapidly amongst our colleagues. We'll also need to have a press conference announcing the result. Is that all right with you Martina?" he asked me.
"Well I suppose it's OK, I mean if you think I should," I said.
"You should. We need to invite your family to come as well as your aunt. We'll pay all expenses."
****
When I got home I anxiously awaited Miriam's return so I could tell her the good news. When she came home, I practically jumped on her the moment she came in the door to tell her about my day.
"I always knew you were a genius Martina," Miriam said.
"Please, Aunt Miriam," I said, "I don't want you to think of me any differently than the way you have."
Aunt Miriam smiled at me, "What a lovely thought Martina. I'll just have to do my best to make sure that doesn’t happen!"
The phone rang and Miriam answered it. Martina heard her laughing a bit and saying, "I quite agree she is something very special."
"He did?"
"It's the least I can do!"
"Yes, we will call his parents and I'm sure they and his sister will fly in."
"Thank you."
Miriam handed the phone to me and said, "Its Professor Oppenheim."
"Hello," I said.
"Hi Martina. I just wanted to make sure that everything is okay with you. We're very excited here. We've shown your work to several other faculty now and the news is starting to leak out into the math world."
"That's great Professor Oppenheim."
We chatted a bit more about the plans for the press conference and other details and then we hung up.
"Professor Oppenheim thanked me for being me," Miriam said laughing. "You told him that I was the inspiration for your work?"
"I did, Aunt Miriam. It's the truth and I hope you don't mind."
"Mind? I'm very flattered."
"Something in my brain sees a parallel between the beautiful shape of your body and what is needed to prove Harry's conjecture."
"Well I can't tell you how honored I am that I had a part to play in your great discovery, my little genius."
"I don't care about whether I am or am not a genius. What means everything to me is that I love you Aunt Miriam and I want to always be having home runs with you."
Miriam came over and gave me a hug. "That's one of the sweetest things anyone ever said to me Martina. You know I love you too, and we will have some opportunities to have home runs together. But your parents will be coming for the press conference and all that that entails. You will have to immediately deal with them seeing you as being Martina and it's anybody's guess how they react. I remain optimistic, but you never know."
"That's scary," Martina said.
"Indeed! I hope you also understand that your parents or anyone else, for that matter, should not find out about our going around the bases together. While Lillian did ask me to help you learn about girls, and what boys and girls do together, I doubt if she had in mind that you and I would have sex with each other. You're young enough to be my son."
"I would never do anything to hurt you, ever."
"I know that, Martina. But remember that you became a girl while staying with me, and I never told your parents about that."
"I'll say that I got you to promise not to say anything."
"Maybe that will work, maybe it won't we'll find out."
"When they go back home then we can resume our relationship."
"To the extent we can, Martina, but it's my job as the older person to make it clear that your long-term goal has to be to meet a girl or boy your own age to fall in love with and perhaps settle down with. Staying with an older woman is not allowing you to get all that there is to get in life."
I began crying and Miriam held me and said, "No matter what happens Martina, I will love you forever, you know that, don't you?"
I nodded my head.
"There is also one more thing I have to tell you, and I'm sorry it has to be when you're already feeling so low."
"What's that?" I said feeling utterly miserable and scared.
Miriam's face darkened a bit and she said, "Penelope is coming for an extended visit beginning in September."
"So, I have to move to the dorm?" I said.
"No, no, Martina. The guest bedroom will be furnished by then, for sure, and I definitely want you to stay here. No, the problem is that we cannot maintain our intimate relationship while she's here. In fact, her coming may be the perfect time to end this chapter of our friendship."
"But, Aunt Miriam," I sobbed and threw myself on her.
"We always knew this was going to happen. I think you're so well qualified now to meet a nice girl or boy, that I'm not worried that you'll end up alone. For one thing, I'm sure you'll hit it off immediately with my niece. You are two peas in a pod. I can imagine the two of you sitting together in your pretty dresses and thoroughly enjoying each other's company."
The image that Miriam planted in my mind of her niece and me together did help soothe a little bit my fears about changing my relationship with Miriam, and I gradually stopped crying.
Miriam continued, "And from everything I hear, you're going to be famous in a few days from now, and that itself will open up all kinds of chances for you to meet nice girls and boys."
"I suppose you're right, Aunt Miriam, though I'm not so sure that girls will like a mathematics nerd like me."
"Don't say that, Martina. Girls love smart boys, that's for sure."
“But do they love smart girls, and girls that once were boys?”
“Yes, they do! If they are as sweet as you are!”
I thought about the events coming in the future and then said, "Can we have a home run tonight?"
"Sure, Martina, in fact, I had been thinking that to finish off our trip around the bases together, it would be fun for us to try some other ways of having a home run."
"Other ways?"
"Yes. You were on the bottom, lying on your back, when we made love before. But there is no reason why we can't exchange positions. In fact, many women prefer being on top because they can better control how their vaginas get stroked by the boys penis."
"I'd love to try that," I said, and then hesitated before continuing, "but, you wouldn't be able to control my position."
"That's true theoretically, but I'm sure that it will be just as nice for me if I'm on the bottom as on the top, and I do want you to experience as much as you can."
"I hope you're not disappointed in me."
"You’ll be wonderful, I'm sure. I can't remember ever having such a delightful time enveloping a stiff penis in my vagina as I had with you. Doing it while lying on my back will be just as nice."
"Thank you, Aunt Miriam. I wish I had your confidence, but I'll try and do my best. I also wish I had a real vagina so I could feel exactly what you feel."
"I'm sorry for reminding you that you have a penis, but, on the bright side, by being a girl with a penis you get to be intimate with girls in a way that is not possible if both you and your partner have vaginas."
"I guess that's true," I said. "So tonight, we should do it with me on top."
"Yes, and there are also other ways of having a home run that we can play with on other nights. One nice one is called "doggy style."
"How do we do that?"
"I bend over the bed facing away from you and you then come up behind me and put your penis inside my vagina. It's nice for you since you get a great view of my rear end, which I'm sure you love to look at. You can also hold onto it as you move in and out of me."
I felt a rising boner, just hearing about doggy style, "That sounds like a really nice way to do it.” I thought about it a bit and said, “but I’d prefer to be like you, like the girl in doggy style. It would be nice to lean against the bed and have you put your penis in me.”
“Someday, if you decide to become a girl by having an operation, they can probably give you a vagina and then you could do it. Of course, you’d need a man to do it to you.”
“So, if I decide to be a real girl one day, I need to date men?”
“No, of course not. You might be a lesbian.”
“True.”
“Another possibility is to pretend that your bottom hole is a vagina.”
“Really?”
“Really, people do that all the time, both men and women, but it’s really a matter of personal choice. It’s got its advantages and disadvantages.”
“So, a man could enter me like that?”
“Sure, but actually a woman could enter you that way also.”
“How’s that?”
“The girl can use a strap on and put it in your bottom hole."
"What?" I said. "I don't understand."
"A strap on is an artificial penis that girls can buy that attaches in front of their vagina and is held on by a harness. She can use it in the same way that a man uses his penis.”
"Would I like that?" I said.
“It’s hard to say, but that’s something you have to explore on your own. For example, you have to spend a lot of time getting your bottom hole to relax and get used to having a penis inside of it. It could take a month of training to get it so it doesn’t cause you discomfort. In the end, the pleasure can be very intense because your prostate gets massaged by the penis or dildo.”
“There’s so much to sex that I don’t know about. It’s mindboggling.”
“Human beings are complicated creatures. Our primal instincts are so powerful and particularly when we experience pleasure from our vaginas and penises. There are all kinds of other sexual relations that are possible. For example, threesomes.”
“What’s a threesome?”
“It’s three people together having sex. It could be two women and a man, or two men and a woman, or all men or all women. I once experience such a thing.”
“You, Aunt Miriam?”
“Does that upset you?”
“No, I don’t think so. You are the sum total of all the things that happened to you in the past, and I love you now, so I have to be happy with whatever your past is!”
“That’s a very sweet way of expressing it.”
“Tell me about your threesome, Aunt Miriam.”
“Well it was two men and me. The really nice thing about it, that I loved more than anything, was that I was in the middle between the two of them. I was lying on my back. One of the men was having intercourse with me, like the way we do, while the other had his penis positioned so I could suck on it. So, I had two exciting things happening at the same time and I really loved it.”
Martina couldn’t help but think of the possibilities that this revelation opened up for her. “Wow, Aunt Miriam. That seems really neat. I wish there was a way I could experience that, too.”
“Do you mean find a man who will let you suck on his penis while you and I are having intercourse?”
“Oh, no, I was not thinking that far ahead! I just like doing everything that you’ve done.”
“Well, one thing we could do easily, is I can get a dildo, a pretend penis, and while you and I are having sex you could suck on the penis. It might make you feel exactly the same way that I felt.”
Martina thought about what Miriam had said. She would be dishonest with herself if she didn’t admit that at the times she felt most feminine, she found herself curious about experiencing sex with men the same way real women do. She said, “OK, Aunt Miriam. I think I’d like to try that.”
“I’ll go buy a dildo, and then we can try that and see how you like it. For tonight, we’ll try doing it with you on top and me on the bottom.”
****
Before dinner I soaked in a bubble bath and then dressed myself up as pretty as I knew how in one of Penelope's dresses. I put on my own makeup and perfume and when Miriam saw me, she had to laugh. "I think someone is a bit over eager."
"I can't help myself, Aunt Miriam. I can't wait until you invite me into your bed."
"You'll have to wear an apron for dinner, so you don't get anything on your pretty dress."
I put on the apron and helped Miriam with dinner. In view of how anxious I was, Miriam said that I should come to her bedroom at eight. "I'm going to have my way with you Martina!"
When at long last it was eight, I went down the hall to Miriam's bedroom and entered. The lights were off and a half-dozen candles were the only illumination. "See how romantic this is," Miriam said. She was dressed in a close fitting, ivory colored, floral, sheath dress. "I'm wearing my prettiest bra, Martina, and a garter belt holding up my sheer stockings."
“I wish I had x-ray vision so I could see your bra inside your dress!”
Miriam walked over to me and put her arms around me and began kissing me intensely. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and I embraced it, in the same way I imagined her vagina held onto my penis when it was inside her. I felt Miriam's hand reach up underneath my crinolines and land directly on my penis. She worked her hand inside my panties and pulled my penis out. She then slowly massaged it, all the while kissing me. She sat down on the bed and leaned back, lifting up her dress, exposing her panties and garter belt. "Fuck me, Martina," she said, and I got into position above her. She spread her legs apart and guided me to a position where I could put my penis inside her. Once it slid into her, she said, "Oh, so nice Martina." I pulled my hips back and my penis moved back up her vagina and a second later Miriam’s hand pulled me back in by my butt cheeks. "Oh, yes, my dear!" she said. Again and again I pumped until in a short while she yelled out in ecstasy.
While this position was fun, I knew that I’d much prefer being on the bottom and have Miriam forcefully pushing over me from the top. It then occurred to me that I didn’t have to see myself as having a penis entering Miriam. I could just as well imagine that I had a vagina that was impaled over Miriam’s penis. Once this idea settled over me, I realized that as far as my body understood it, I could not tell the difference between my having a penis or a pretend vagina. It was all mental, really. It now became a simple matter to feel like I was a pretty woman that was pushing her vagina down over Miriam’s big hard cock. I even felt like I had a vagina that was grabbing onto her cock and actually feeling the penis sliding in and out. It was amazing how the mind could completely control my interpretation of what I was experiencing. It wasn’t long before I felt my pretend vagina pulsating in an orgasm that felt like Miriam was shooting her cum into me. I rolled off of her panting and feeling elated at the way I could so realistically pretend I was a girl.
After I explained to Miriam what had happened, she hugged me and said, “You know I did sort of feel like I had a big prominent penis that you were hungrily capturing with your vagina. It’s funny how things work out like that.”
***
The next morning, when I called up my parents, they were beyond excited at the good news, and we made arrangements for them and Lei to fly in the day before the press conference.
Between my mathematical success and my home runs with Miriam, it was hard to decide what I was more excited about. In any case I was in a state of euphoria and looked forward to whatever new developments came in the math world and in my experiences with Miriam.
The one thing that was certain was that I was eager to have another home run with Miriam. She was as excited as I was, and we agreed that we ought to try it doggy style that night. It might not end up being our favorite way to have sex, but it was certainly worth experiencing. Miriam suggested we rendezvous in her bedroom right after dinner, wearing just our bras and panties.
I spent the day for the most part thinking about Miriam’s body, and then got distracted by helping her make dinner. When it was finally time to enter Miriam’s bedroom, she eagerly took me in her arms and kissed me and then had me stand next to her so that she could capture my head between her bra cups, with the weight of her breasts pushing against my cheeks. I could have stayed in that position forever, but I felt Miriam’s hand on my penis, and she said, “Good and hard! Now ram me from behind!”
Miriam turned around and bent down over the bed exposing her bottom. I moved up behind her and placed my penis against the lips of her vagina and Miriam said, "Push, Martina, push!" My penis pushed aside the opening of her vagina and entered her. I massaged her ass with my hands as I moved in and out with my penis. When I was in up to the base of my cock, I reached forward with one hand and managed to grab ahold of Miriam’s breast, at first outside her bra and then I got my hand inside and felt her hard nipple. Miriam exclaimed in a low guttural voice of pleasure and I then continued pulling out, pushing in and holding her breast and feeling her nipple. What I was doing turned out to have a powerful effect on Miriam and she had a series of orgasms where her legs and back shuddered. For myself, I concentrated on avoiding having an orgasm by freezing my motion at opportune moments. Miriam was enjoying this so much that I was determined to avoid cumming until she told me that I should.
“Aunt Miriam, I better pull out for a bit, so I don’t cum right away.”
“Good idea, Martina. It’d be great if we could keep up the doggy style for an hour! While you’re calming yourself down, you can get on your knees and lick my pussy. Then you can start up again when you think you’ve regained some control.”
“Great idea, Aunt Miriam!” I was amazed at how she always could think of the perfect solution to any problem. With her back towards me and bent over, I dropped to my knees and stuck my face up toward her vagina and began licking her. Her anus was an inch or two from my tongue and in the heat of my passion I began licking it along with her vagina.
Miriam exclaimed, “Oh, my God, Martina, that is so hot!” Her ass wiggled a bit back and forth as I gripped her thighs and now methodically licked her pussy and then inched my way up and tickled her asshole with my tongue. I don’t think I ever felt such an extreme sense of love as I did with my face buried in Miriam’s rear end. This gorgeous wonderful ass, pussy and asshole were mine to be worshiped.
“How are you doing, Martina?” Miriam asked.
“I’m ready again. I got so carried away!”
I once again continued screwing Miriam doggy style causing her to moan and periodically shake with orgasms. Whenever I felt like I was close to cumming, I sank to the ground behind her and licked her bottom orifices. I particularly enjoyed the taste of her vagina that was wet from the accumulation of my precum and her natural juices. After a two more cycles of having intercourse and licking her my stamina was beginning to fade and I said, “Aunt Miriam, I’ve got to finish now or bust!”
She laughed and said, “By all means, my dear, have at me and cum!”
Thus, given the green light, I allowed myself to have a well-deserved and mind-blowing orgasm, accompanied by a final gasp of enjoyment from Miriam. We settled onto the bed together and I thought how nice it would be if I could continue to gaze at Miriam’s butt, but I decided that I’d have to wait for another day to do that.
***
On the last night before my parents and Lei were going to come to New York, Miriam decided that she wanted to give me a home run that I would not forget for a long time. “How about we do the threesome I talked about the other day? I bought a nice dildo for that!”
“I’d love to try that, Aunt Miriam.”
We got ourselves all fixed up for our evening of fun. Besides my bra and panties, I put on a pink babydoll and Miriam wore a beautiful black negligee that I had never seen before. She said, “Tonight, you’re going to be the girl who has two men in bed with her. One of the “men” will be me, while the other is going to be an imaginary man who is putting his cock in your mouth while you have sex with me.” Miriam showed Martina a life-like dildo with a long straight penis and two pendulous balls attached to it that she had bought.
“Wow, that looks so real.”
“While I’m making love to you, I can put the dildo in your face for you to suck on. You’ll think it’s a real man’s prick. This way, you’ll be feeling exactly the way a girl feels when she has two men who are screwing her together.”
I lay down and Miriam climbed over me and got my penis ready for her vagina. Then she slowly sank onto me enveloping my penis in her pussy while I used my hand to play with her breasts. Once Miriam fell into a rhythm with her vagina sliding over my penis, she said in a husky voice, “Hey Bill, come join me, little Martina wants a threesome.”
“Cool, Dexter,” Miriam said in a totally different voice, causing me to laugh. “I’ll just whip it out and she can give me a blow job.”
Miriam got the dildo and held it over my face with the balls facing away as if Bill were sitting above my head facing Miriam. “Is that well-hung enough for you Martina?”
“Oh, yes,” I said, getting into the fantasy. “How could I ever fit that in my mouth.”
“I’ll worry about that, you just open up,” Miriam said in Bill’s voice.
While Miriam continued to push her vagina over my hard-on, I opened my mouth and she started putting the dildo into it. I instinctively began sucking on the end and as I did so, Miriam pushed it in further. I had to open my mouth wider and wider as she slowly pushed it in. Looking up I could see the two large balls suspended over my face and the long smooth skin of the penis with slight blue veins just visible.
“That feel’s great, Martina,” Bill said, “you really know your way around a dick.”
The combined attention of having the penis forced into my mouth and Miriam continuously planting her vagina over my own penis, which I pretended was actually her penis being pushed into my vagina, had the desired effect of making me feel like a girl having sex with two men at once. The feeling of helplessness as Miriam guided the penis deeper into my throat causing me to gag a little, combined with the intense sexual excitement going on in my penis, caused me to descend ever deeper into the fantasy until my whole world consisted of the two “penises” that were taking advantage of the holes in my body. The nicest part of the fantasy was that I felt for sure that I was a real girl, that if I were to look at my body, I’d see that I had real breasts and a vagina. With this realization, came the thought that maybe one day, when the time was right, I would seriously consider making myself a girl. I’d get real breasts put into my chest. I’d get my penis replaced with a vagina. That would complement my current efforts in adopting the mannerisms and habits of a girl.
Eventually the excitement that I was feeling got the best of me and I climaxed sending my semen into Aunt Miriam. She withdrew from my penis and took the dildo out of my mouth, and she collapsed on top of me. As we lay there, both Miriam and I pondered separately how we would ever be able to give up such pleasure. I prayed that we would never have to, while Miriam made sure that every detail of what we had done would remain within her memory for as long as she lived.
End, Part 5
Home Run
By Pamela
Part 6. POST GAME WRAP-UP
In a phone call the day my parents were to arrive, Professor Taylor called to my attention that some small articles had begun appearing in newspapers about how a young female graduate student, named Martina, at Columbia had solved a major mathematical puzzle. “I want to give you a heads up in case your parents happen to see one of these stories.”
“Thanks for letting me know,” I said, “but that is not the sort of news that my parents are likely to read about.”
“Perhaps, but as a precaution, you may want to tell them about Martina before they leave for New York.”
“I think that would only make it worse. I’d rather let them find out when they see me. That way I won’t be signaling to them that I feel like I had something to hide from them.”
“You know best. Let’s hope that your plan works.”
After speaking to me, I passed the phone to Miriam who spoke at length with Professor Taylor trying to allay his fears that my parents would react badly. "I've known Martina's mom since college and if there is anyone who would be able to accept her son's coming out as a girl, I think it would be her. Moreover, Martina's mom and dad have long worried about his inability to socialize as a boy, so they may very well be thrilled that, as a girl, she has been able to embrace society."
I did my best to downplay my anxiety concerning my parent's reaction to my transformation. I could imagine them being angry with me and with Miriam, and I had visions of them taking the next plane home. On the other hand, I couldn't see why my rising fame as a mathematician wouldn't work to alleviate their fears. After all, I couldn't both do great mathematics and be crazy at the same time, could I?
I arranged to meet my parents at their hotel after they checked in. I told Miriam that it would be best if I went alone, which would allow their feelings about me becoming Martina to be separated from whatever they might think about Miriam condoning the transformation. When I knocked on the door of their hotel room, wearing a tasteful blouse and skirt, my dad answered and smiled at me not immediately realizing that the pretty girl in front of him was his son. I said, "Hi Dad!" and rushed forward and put my arms around him.
"Dad? Young lady what are you doing?" dad said. "Do I know you?"
"Who is that?" I heard my mom call out.
"It's some girl."
I let go of my dad and ran and embraced my mom when she came up to us. "Who is this girl?" my mom said and then "Oh, my god, she's Martin? Why are you dressed like this?"
"What in the world?" my dad said.
"I'm glad to see you mom and dad!" I said.
"Okay, Martin, is this a joke?" Lillian said.
"No mom. I've become a girl. I'm sorry for not telling you sooner, but I wanted to wait until we were face to face."
"People don't just become girls!" my dad said.
"I agree, Dad, but listen to me. For a long time, I've liked to pretend I was a girl, and then I realized that I'm doing that because I am a girl. So, I decided that I just want to be a girl all the time. I got tired of trying to pretend that I'm a boy. I got weary of it. It doesn't fit who I am."
My mom and dad stared at me in disbelief. Lei in the adjoining room, then entered saying, "Is my genius brother here?"
"Hi, Lei!" I said running up to her to hug her.
"Martin in a skirt?" she said.
"He says he's become a girl," Lillian said. "Did he tell you that?"
"This is the first I know of it. It's so cool. Little Martin is a girl!"
"Actually, you can all call me Martina now. I think that makes more sense than Martin," I said.
"Martina?" My mom said, sinking down on the edge of the bed.
"And look, Martin, I mean Martina is wearing a bra! Where did you get that chest?" Lei said.
"I'm wearing breast forms. I hope one day I'll grow some real breasts of my own, or maybe a doctor can give me some."
"That's the coolest thing I've ever heard of," Lei said.
"Does Miriam know about this?" Lillian said.
"Of course, mom. She's done the best she could with me. She allowed me to talk about myself and what I wanted and felt, and she was supportive. She made me feel that whatever I want to do, as long as it's true to myself, I should be free to do."
"She didn't even have the courtesy to call us!" Lillian said.
"I told her not to. She couldn't have me trust her if she reported to you what I was feeling. I love Aunt Miriam and I couldn't stand it if you're angry with her."
"It's up to us to be angry with her if we want," Martin's dad said. "You don't get to decide that."
"Dear, before we start blaming Miriam for any of this, I need to talk to her and hear her side. She's a dear, dear friend!"
"Whatever!"
"Anyway, I'm so happy now. I love being a girl. I love feeling pretty and I want to be a loving daughter to you both."
"What about your professors?"
"Professor Oppenheim saw me in a fancy restaurant where I was all dressed up in a black cocktail dress and he didn't say anything at all about my clothes."
"You and Miriam dined together wearing fancy dresses?" my mom asked.
"She's a psycho," my dad said.
"The truth is mom and dad; I've been wearing mom's clothes since even before high school!"
"You've been wearing my clothes?" My mother put her hand to her forehead and shook her head.
"So, you see, Aunt Miriam is not responsible for me being who I am. She just gave me a way to better understand myself."
"So where do we go from here?" my dad said.
"Miriam wants to join the four of us for dinner tonight," I said. "Then tomorrow is the press conference."
"It's best if I first see Miriam alone," Lillian said. "Then maybe we can all go to dinner. How does that sound?"
"I'll take you to her apartment, and then I'll show Dad and Lei some of the sights while you talk to her," I said.
****
While my dad, Lei and I took a walk in the vicinity of Miriam's apartment, my mom went up to see Miriam. The two ladies sat in the living room and Miriam served a pot of tea. Lillian said, "Before I tear your head off, Miriam, it's only fair that I hear your side of the story."
"If there was a way I could have picked up the phone to tell you about your amazing son, well really, your amazing daughter, and her search for her identity I would have done so," Miriam said. "But that would have not been fair to Martina. I was her confidant. It was because I wasn't going to share what she told me that made her talk to me in the first place. And besides, your phone call shortly after she arrived encouraged me to do whatever was necessary for me to help her mature sexually. No one was more surprised than me to find out, once Martina began opening up about her sexual fears and ignorance, that she sees herself as a girl. For years and years, she's been playing a game wherein she pretends that she's Martin's girlfriend and has conversations with herself being both Martin and Martin's girlfriend. In hindsight, haven't you wondered just a little bit about Martina's masculinity? She has so many natural feminine qualities. The joy she feels when she unites her inner self with the clothing that goes with it, is truly humbling because I can see how happy it makes her. Until this summer, by being deprived of those feelings, Martina was afraid of girls and moribund with shyness and inadequacy. Now, she's alive and self-confident, besides being a genius."
The self-evident truths of what Miriam was talking about forced Lillian to bit by bit realize that she needed to embrace Martina for who she is, and not what she might imagine her to be. At more than one point, she teared up but at the end of the hour, she and Miriam embraced each other and renewed their friendship. "Don't worry about Martin's dad," Lillian said, "he'll fall into line once I get him up to speed with what we discussed."
****
I showed my sister and dad the parts of the campus that I often went to and then we walked through some of the streets looking at life in the big city. While my dad walked along lost in his own thoughts, Lei asked me about my transformation and she was especially interested in seeing if I regarded myself as being a girl in the same way that she identified herself as being a girl. "I can see that you don't look at boys the same way I do," Lei said.
"Not yet, anyway," I said, "but maybe one day, I'll want a boyfriend. Right now, I guess if I wanted a relationship it would be with a girl, so I think that means I'm sort of a lesbian. The one thing I know is that I want to be the girl in any relationship, even if it’s with a girl."
"Right now, you seem like you're maybe half-sister/half-brother. In time, perhaps your brother part will diminish," Lei said.
"I hope so," I said.
After an hour it was time to head to Miriam's apartment and we joined up with Lillian and Miriam. Lei and my dad were impressed by her expansive apartment. When I showed my parents and Lei my bedroom, they were speechless. "Martin," my dad said, "the fact that you were even willing to spend a minute in this room shows that you aren't a normal boy. Only a girl could even tolerate all this pink and lace and cutesy doo dads."
"I thought the room was a dream come true," I said.
****
The five of us went out to dinner at a nice restaurant. Considering how much had gone on that afternoon between myself and my parents and between Miriam and my parents, the evening went along smoothly. Everyone seemed to be on best behavior, and most importantly for myself, Miriam was off the hook for being blamed for my transformation. The press conference the next day was going to be an exciting event and after dinner my parents and Lei went back to the hotel to rest up after their trip and the emotional strain of the day.
Miriam and I went back to her apartment. After washing up I joined Miriam in her bed, and she held me tightly. "You poor girl, you've had such a day."
"My mom and dad were very shocked to see me dressed as a girl, but all in all I think they took it pretty well. Tell me about your conversation with my mom."
Miriam described her visit with Lillian. "Initially she was somewhat angry, but I made her see that I was in a position where I couldn't very well tell her what you were doing. In all honesty, I've never influenced you as to who you wanted to be - it's all been your own self-awareness that has come to the fore."
"So, she's not angry with you now?"
"No, our friendship has survived this crisis."
"I know its late, Aunt Miriam, but would you mind if we have one more home run before the ceremony tomorrow?"
Miriam laughed and said, "Of course my dear."
****
The press conference was set up in a courtyard next to the mathematics building. A raised dais was erected facing a hundred chairs where myself and my family, Miriam and many of the faculty were to be seated. Several reporters were in attendance to ask questions and a camera crew was present to broadcast and record the historic occasion.
Professor Taylor started the press conference by giving some introductory remarks about the significance and history of Harry's conjecture. He finished up his speech by saying, "I cannot overstate how honored we are to be in the presence of such an extraordinary young mathematician. Martina will now answer questions. Come on up here, my dear," and Professor Taylor waved at me to come. To sustained applause, I hesitatingly walked up to the podium. Miriam and I had had a long discussion concerning what outfit I ought to wear for my big day, and we had decided that I should wear a modest, beige sheath dress, so that I looked neat and unassuming. Underneath, I was wearing one of my everyday panties and bras and a girdle and stockings. Miriam had made sure my makeup and hair were nicely done.
I looked out over the crowd and thanked everyone for coming. "Before I answer questions, I want to especially thank my Aunt Miriam for all she has done in inspiring me during my search for a proof of Harry's conjecture. Please stand up, Aunt Miriam," I said. Miriam stood up and waved at the audience and sat back down.
When the reporters got an opportunity to ask me questions, they soon learned that it was nearly impossible to explain the significance of my accomplishment in laymen's terms. Thus, the exchange shifted to questions concerning my prior history as a female mathematician and to the role that Miriam played in inspiring me. It didn't take long before I was confronted with responding to the question, "Did you feel that as a girl mathematician you were not treated equally to boy mathematicians in high school or college? Was less expected of you, for example?"
I stared at the reporter like a deer in headlights. I wanted to tell the truth, but I was afraid of what the consequences might be. I looked at Miriam sitting in the front row who clearly had love in her eyes, while I could see my mom and dad rolling their eyes and shaking their heads. The math faculty looked indifferent and Lei seemed to be laughing.
I looked back at Miriam and then decided to take the plunge. I was only living once, and why live that one precious life afraid of being one's self?
"I actually wasn't a girl mathematician."
"When did you go into math then?"
"No, I was a mathematician, I just wasn't a girl."
"What are you saying?" the reporter said, with obvious surprise.
"A few weeks ago, I realized that I'm not a boy, even though I was raised as one. I'm actually a girl and I intend to live the rest of my life as one."
The sheer bravery of my answer, or perhaps foolishness, had the effect of leading my parents into finally accepting the fact that I was now a girl. For better or worse, I was their daughter, and they would be on my side, defending my right to be myself. So, when the press conference was over, my family, along with Miriam and Professors Oppenheim and Taylor ran to embrace me and make sure I understood that they accepted me for who I was.
My family and I then spent a few days enjoying the city together until my mom, dad and Lei flew home. By the time they left, my dad confided in me that he actually liked having two pretty daughters. "It was always troublesome for your mother and I to think of you as our son. This feels so much easier and more natural. I'm glad that you've come to see yourself for whom you truly are."
****
My coming out received more press than my proof of Harry's conjecture. It had the consequence of making me a celebrity, which I didn't want. Of much more interest to me was enjoying my last couple of weeks with Miriam until Penelope showed up. By declining appearances on television, or interviews, except for science publications, I was able to diffuse the most obnoxious parts of my notoriety. Within a short time, the only remaining consequence of my fame was the occasional greeting around campus accompanied by an obligatory "selfie."
One practical consequence of my proof of Harry's conjecture was that I was given a Ph. D. based on the paper that I was writing, and then a full professor position in the math department. The youngest and fastest appointment in the history of the university. Since I had no intention of leaving Miriam's apartment, the question never arose of my being tempted by positions at competing universities.
****
In late August the lacquer furniture for the guest bedroom finally arrived. I saw this as a signal of the beginning of the end of my glorious summer. I would soldier on knowing that my days with Miriam were numbered. On the evening before Penelope was to arrive, Miriam and I enjoyed our last home run together. When it was over, I said, "Do you think we could resume our home run's after Penelope leaves?"
Miriam looked at me with a pained expression and said, "You know that that is not healthy for us, but I'm not going to say absolutely not, since we never know what the future brings. However, I'll bet you that before Penelope's visit is over, you're going to be invested in someone your own age and you won't want to resume our relationship the way it has been."
Miriam's answer gave me a little bit of hope, which is all I needed to keep me from breaking down into a fit of crying. Instead, I shed just a few tears and decided that I'd just have to take each new day as it came, one by one, and be open to the possibility of making new friends. Certainly, I was meeting many new people at the university and who knows, maybe one of them could end up being someone I would fall in love with.
****
The next day, when Penelope arrived and Miriam introduced me to her, I felt a renewed sense of shyness. She was vivacious and pretty with sharp features and long dark hair. By coincidence we were both wearing blue skirts and white blouses. "So, this is the boy who stayed in my room, Aunt Miriam?" Penelope said laughing.
I wanted to explain to her that I was now a girl, when Miriam said, "She's making a joke, Martina. Penelope is just teasing you. She knows you're a girl now."
"It was all over the web!" Penelope said. "Genius boy mathematician becomes a girl!"
"Martina was always a girl," Miriam said. "It just took her a little bit longer than usual to realize it."
"Thank you, Aunt Miriam," I said.
"Well, I am very pleased to meet you!" Penelope said.
"And I've been so looking forward to meeting you!" I said. "I loved your room."
"It certainly takes a special kind of girl to love my decorations!" Penelope said.
"Martina is a bit tearful about leaving it," Miriam said.
"I feel bad forcing you out," Penelope said, "but you are always welcome to visit my room!"
"Thank you," I said. My eyes grew teary and I couldn't talk.
Miriam made up a pretext to leave us alone and I said, "I have a few more things to move out of your room."
We went to Penelope's room and I collected together a few skirts of mine and hung them up in my new room. When I went back for one last look for anything I had left behind, I said, "I really loved wearing your clothes. They are so pretty. When I first saw your dresses and underwear, I just freaked out with how much I loved them. And then later, Aunt Miriam said that you wouldn't mind if I wore your bras and panties and your dresses and I felt so close to you even though I had never met you."
"It really tickles me that you're a girl who actually appreciates my clothes. Usually girls consider me a freak of nature. They hate all the pink and the lace and ribbons. But I've always loved that!"
"You love being a girl, don't you?"
"Yes, I do!"
"And so do I!"
****
The arrival of Penelope caused Miriam and I to go through an almost surreal process of withdrawing from the tight emotional bond we had formed. Every night for a week or more, after I went to bed, I could not stop myself from crying with the frustration of Miriam being so close, but unattainable. Though I had no way of knowing it, Miriam also mourned our separation by weeping as she went to sleep each night. One evening in the living room, when Penelope and I sat on either side of Miriam, she put her arms across our backs and told us how much she loved us. The feel of her arm touching me rekindled my love for her and caused me to cry even harder when I was alone that night. Despite this very slowly diminishing pain, it was undeniably fun for the three of us girls to live together. Penelope and I became fast friends, and Miriam did not give any indication that she disapproved of this connection. In fact, she encouraged us to go out together to see shows and concerts and we obliged her by doing so.
One day when Penelope and I were sitting in a cafe talking, a young man at the next table recognized me and asked if Penelope would take our picture together. After she had done so, she said, "How often does that happen?"
"Less and less. I don't think it’s because of my mathematics that people recognize me. It's because of my coming out as a girl."
"I think you deserve to be applauded for what you did. It was brave. And wasn't Aunt Miriam wonderful in giving you a safe place with which to explore your sexuality?"
"For sure. Aunt Miriam is the most incredible person and I know I love her. It was also really lucky that Miriam had me stay in your room. My love for your clothes, and your decorations, played a big part in me realizing that I wanted to be a girl. How could anyone not want to wear such pretty clothes all the time!"
"That's exactly how I feel!"
We laughed and then Penelope said, "Does it bother you that you weren't born a girl, I mean as far as your body is concerned?"
I thought about her question for a minute and then said, "Yes and no. I think I wouldn't mind at all having a real girl's body, but my boy's body is useful for any girl that may want that, even though they see me as being their girlfriend. Am I being confusing? "
"A little, but I see what you're saying. You offer girls the best of both worlds, for those girls that are looking for that."
"Exactly."
"Aren't you going to ask me if I'm one of those girls?" Penelope said.
I blushed crimson and got suddenly very shy, since Penelope seemed to be peering right inside my most private thoughts. "Are you?"
"I love the fact that you want to be pretty in the same way that I do. I've never really had a boyfriend though I have kissed some boys. So, I guess I don't exactly know the answer."
"It's so nice that we can both be honest with each other," I said. It was becoming clear to me that I was beginning to fall for Penelope, yet it seemed scary to tell her that. Even though we appeared to be two girls dressed in skirts and blouses, and I felt like I was a girl, nonetheless, inside my panties I felt a boner forming. If I was honest with myself, I would have to accept the fact that I was attracted to her and that I would love to explore first base with her. I didn't know what Penelope was thinking at that moment, but I found myself looking at her for a sign that she felt the same way. I was now in the position that Miriam had talked about when I was learning about first base. If I were to give a flirtatious signal to Penelope, would she respond to it?
****
A few days later Penelope and I were alone in the apartment in the evening while Miriam was out and she said to me, "Which of my dresses was your favorite?"
"I loved them all just about equally, though I guess the one with diamanté and all the ruffles is my favorite."
We went to her closet and I pointed to the dress. Penelope took it out and gave it to me. "You go put it on and I'll put on one of my favorite dresses and then we'll meet in the living room!"
"That sounds like fun," I said.
"It'll be our Fall celebration!"
"Great idea."
"Let me give you a crinoline to wear with it," Penelope said, and she fetched a pink crinoline and handed it to me. "Put on your stockings and heels!"
"Definitely!"
In our separate bedrooms, we put on our dresses, makeup and did our hair and then joined up in the living room. We sat next to each other and turned on the television. Penelope was extraordinarily pretty, and I felt as pretty as I ever was able to. Our puffed-up dresses pushed up against each other's and I turned toward Penelope to gaze at her. Inside our dresses we wore the same size bra and our chests looked to be of the identical projection. We both were wearing panties and I didn’t know if Penelope was wearing a garter belt or a girdle. For myself, I had put on a girdle in the hope that it would help constrain my penis if it should awaken, and in fact, I knew that I had a boner concealed within my skirts and crinoline.
Since Penelope had suggested that we sit together dressed up the way we were, I felt for sure that she meant it as a signal that she was also falling for me. I decided that I would have to throw caution to the wind, and flirt with her in the hope that she also wanted to get to first base with me. At an opportune moment, I turned my face toward hers, parted my lips in the way that I had practiced with Miriam and batted my eyes. Here was my offering and I prayed that Penelope would recognize it for what it was. Penelope turned her head toward mine and our eyes locked on each other. She smiled as if she suddenly understood something, and then as my heart pounded in my chest, she moved her lips toward mine and we kissed. I was on first base with Penelope and I knew that a whole new world of love was opening up in front of me.
The End