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After a while, I heard her footsteps. She unlocked the door and faced me with her usual line; are you hungry?

But this time, I followed her obediently. After my breakfast, she asked me to stay, and went to her room. When she came back, there was a box in her hands.

O pen it; she said, by handing over the same. And when I did, inside the box, there were two breast forms, smiling at me. And thus, when I removed my cami, she herself inserted them into my bra cups.

With the final piece on, bra turned more beautiful. The vacant space bulged out, showing how pretty it is.

When I wore the cami back, it covered my artificial breast so naturally. Aunt became happy, and left for the office later.

But, somehow, I need to inform mom, and that was my only ticket out from this hell. And the only telephone in the house was inside her room, which she always locked.

Thus, I planned to break inside the same, in the next day itself. In the next morning, I did as she told, and waited for her to leave.

And when she took off to her office, without wasting any time, I used all my lock pricking skill on it. I knew I was in trouble, and struggled to take it out.

What will happen if aunt finds out? I tried a lot, but nothing happened. Soon I lost hope, and left it alone for my unexpected fate.

She seemed confused. Aunt asked me to go to my room, and lock inside. Shortly after, I heard her talking to someone over the phone. After sometime, a car stopped on our porch.

And from their conversation, I found it was someone, who came to fix the door. It took lot more time than expected, and after fixing the lock, he went away.

Soon after, I heard aunt asking me to come down. I became afraid, but still, slowly went downstairs.

Come here; she pointed towards the floor right in front of her. Did you try to prick the lock? Her question was straight forward.

She showed me the broken lock prick. I know it; saying that she pulled out a cane from the nearby shelf top. But she gets hold of me, and gave me a quick beat on by bums.

Aah, aunt, please; I cried aloud and jumped. The soft panties covered my bums did nothing to reduce the pain.

Why did you do it? She asked, and this time, hit me hard with it. Aah; I cried loudly. My bums was on fire, and I jumped in pain.

Tell me, why did you do it? She hit me thrice. I was trying to make a phone call, please aunt, stop it ; I shouted.

Aunt gave me another three more hard fast hits, again. I gave you all the freedom and this how you repaying me? You liar, I will make sure you stay in one place, run to your room; she shouted.

When I turned, the cane landed over my back and I screamed in pain. Thus, I lie down on my front, and struggled with the pain.

Aunt was following me right behind, and I heard the cane swung through the air. The strike landed on my back, which made me stood up in a jiffy. Even with my bra and cami on, the pain was unbearable.

Do you want more? No aunt, no, please; my body shivered, and kept looking down. Her hand landed on my cheek. Answer me; she was on fire.

Now, lie on your bed as you did before; she pushed me aside. My whole body was on fire, when another, big, fast, strike of cane, landed over my cami.

I jerked, cried and tried to get up, but aunt stopped me. Tears flowed down my eyes, and I crushed the bed sheet with my bare hands.

But instead of answering my plea, she gave me another hit, then another, then once again more. I sensed the skin tearing from my back, and for all the time, I hold on to my pink silky bed sheet.

Aunt, please; my sound faded. The pain was too much, and water was flowing from my eyes, nose and mouth. Slowly, I let go of the sheet and wiped my tears.

An hour later, when she came back. I was still lying on the bed, crying like a girl. She sat beside me, and slowly pulled up the cami.

She quickly went downstairs and came back with some medicine. I flinched, when she applied it, and tried not to cry.

After finishing with it, aunt quickly pulled down my panty and inspected my bum. I tried to cope with the pain, and struggled to find some sleep.

But whenever I closed my eyes, the pain woke me up. After a while, the tiredness caught me, and I somehow managed to sleep.

In the morning, when aunt came to my room, I was still in my bed. She asked me to get up, and helped me with it. My back was still paining, but the bums seemed better.

Can you sit? Yes; I nodded my head. Try; she said, and patted on the bed. I tried, and it was indeed painful, but I sit anyway. Seems good, w hat about the back?

Is it still paining? Yes, a lot; I replied. I pulled down my panty and then sat on it. After the embarrassing sitting session, I brushed my teeth, and came out.

Aunt asked me to follow her, and I did reluctantly. If you wore a dress or skirt, you need to pull them up first; while walking downstairs, aunt explained.

And due to my aching back, I could only sit straight. After the breakfast, she asked me to get back to my room. And when I did, she followed me.

Two three days passed and my routine continued the same. Aunt checked me, when I pee and after breakfast, locked me in my room.

The next morning, aunt woke me little early. In her hands, there was a small box. It took me a while to collect all the matching colours, so here, take it; she handed it to me.

Slowly, I opened it. They were nail polish, twelve of them, and of course in different shades. You will paint your nails every day with the matching colour, I mean the one matches your bra.

Here is the remover, it will help you to clean them easily; she said, and handed me another bottle. Do your morning things and come down quickly.

After a proper good bath, I wore my pink undies and went down with the matching pink nail polish. Aunt painted two of my nails and asked me to do the remaining eighteen myself.

She then left me there, and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I sat on the chair and slowly began painting each.

After a while, when came back, she asked me to getup, and then took the cane from the shelf top. The moment I saw it, I began shivering in fear, and sweat all over.

Aunt, I did nothing! I took my stand. But instead of telling me anything, she asked me to put the bottle down and turn around.

Aunt, please; while turning I cried. Suddenly, a quick, but strong hit landed over my back, and the pain flowed through me.

Shortly after, another one, much more fast and quick, landed on the same place. That was for the real reason, now come back again, this is for not standing still , which i s like disobey ing me, I will continue this, until you stay in place and keep that stupid mouth shut ; she stated, and pointed to the same floor.

Slowly, with tear filled face, I came back and turn around. I tried to keep myself still, but with a burning back, it was never easy.

I struggled hard, and with the help of both my hands, kept the mouth shut. I somehow stood there and bite my hands, to make sure the scream stay inside.

Because, when I tried to rest my back, I cringed due to pain and thus, sit straight. Sit straight, never on your back; aunt explained.

Slowly, I nodded my head and let out a deep sigh. Aunt asked me to tie my hands behind the chair.

And when I did, one more hit landed over the same place. Aunt please, these things are not easy for a boy; I screamed.

Is that because of the things between your legs? Then better you learn this fast, or I will remove them for sure ; she shouted. I became shocked by her words.

Aunt was literally on fire, and once again the cane landed on my thighs. Together; she yelled. By the time now, I knew that, she would go to any extend.

My hands were still tied in the back, because aunt never gave the permission to take them back. I tried to cross my reddish knees, but it was hopeless.

The pain was too much and they shivered a lot. Keeping them together was my only remaining option. Thus, after with much difficulty, I kept them together.

Aunt looked at my thighs for sometime, and appreciated my work. G ood girl, keep it up, now complete your fingers; she said, by pointing towards the nail polish.

I took the bottle with my shaking hands, and started to paint the nails. When the hands were over, aunt gave permission to move my knees.

And I painted the ones in the leg as well. When it was over, she asked me to stay like that for the rest of the time. Hands over the table, and knees together; she reminded.

It took some time, for aunt to get ready for the office, and all I could do was, sit, nothing else. After got readied, she marched me to my room and locked me inside.

No stupid ideas; she said. I burst into tears, and wiped them with my pink polished fingers. All these days, I was forbid to each lunch.

In the evening, when the time came, she unlocked my door, and took me downstairs for the dinner. I carefully sat on the chair with my back straight, and remembered to keep the knees together.

The dinner served, and we ate together. When it was over, while I was walking upstairs, she stopped me, and handed me a cream pack.

Trust me dear, you will look better without it; she reminded. In the morning, I did as she instructed. My body burned for a while, and when rinsed, the little hairs went down along with the water.

I cleaned my nails and selected black for the day. When I came downstairs, she inspected my hands and legs, and found satisfied.

The breakfast was given and I ate by sitting like a lady. After a while, as always, she locked me in my room and went way.

Your mom will call today, what will you tell her? In the evening, while unlocking the door, aunt asked me. After the dinner, aunt asked me to stay.

Mom used to call late, because of her work, and aunt does know about the time. Thus, just before the call happens, she asked me to stand and took the cane.

I wept silently, and nodded my head. And this for not obeying me in the first time ; she said, another big one landed on the same place.

How can I be happy, when my whole back is burning? While wiping my tears, I thought. Shortly after the ordeal, mom called. Aunt told me stay calm and asked me to attend it.

I tried hard to keep my voice normal, and talked her. She promised me to come back as early as possible, and once again told me to obey her.

Aunt took the phone from me, and gestured me to go up. After a while, aunt came to my room. I was sitting on the bed, and the moment I saw her, I quickly stood up.

She asked me to sit, and started; y ou know what, for the next four days, I will be training you. You will learn how to walk, talk, eat, and also a small make-up session, in which you will learn yourself to do your face.

And most importantly, you will learn how to greet others. Now sleep, I want you to get early. She locked the door and walked away. I feared about the things aunt just said, the things will happen to me.

The next four days were turned out hell for me. The training started early from the morning, and continued late in the night, until she became pleased with the result.

Standing like a lady was the first in learning, and she made me stand with my legs together, for an hour. I was told not to move any circumstances, and punished for even slight disobedience.

And when satisfied, walking class began, and I was made to walk miles in the house. Taking things from the floor was another criteria, and she threw a hairbrush to the floor, then asked me to take it.

First time, when I bent down like normal boys do, a huge strike landed on my back. I lost my balance and fell on the floor and another one quickly stood me up.

When the session was finally over, I learned to take things from the floor by bending the knee. She then taught me to eat like a lady, where I was asked to take small bites, and minimal food.

Make-up session was simple, and I learned to apply the foundation, eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara and also how to blend the cheeks.

Most of my tries were utter bad, which made aunt laugh, but in turn gave me tears. Because, for each small mistakes, she beat me mercilessly.

Finally, after lots tries with tear filled eyes, I got it right, which made her turn somewhat happy. She complemented my work, and taught me to do the final touch, by using lipstick and lip glows.

When I thought it was over, I was so wrong, because, aunt kept the most humiliated thing for the last. A curtsy? You are not a normal girl, now do as I say, any questions?

No aunt, please; I moaned. Lower your head, hold your skirt, extend your right foot behind the left, bend your knees, and finally bring yourself back; she showed me.

The steps were simple, but the embarrassment was too much. You will, but for the time being, just imagine you have i t. At last, with much difficulty, I learned how to do the curtsy.

It was almost bedtime and aunt relieved me from the torture. You will greet me twice a day, morning and night, and any disobedience will be punished, you get me?

She reminded. Yes aunt; I replied, and walked upstairs. Couple of days passed and I did exactly as I told. It was a regular day and I woke up early than usual.

I went directly to the bathroom, and remembered to sit and pee. After taking care of my teeth, it was time for bath. I made sure to apply the hair removal cream all over, and had a good bath.

I stepped out of the bathroom, covered myself in the pink towel, and then wore my green undies with matching nail polish. By this time, I had every make-up items in the drawer.

Thus, I sat like a lady in front of my pink framed vanity mirror, to have a minimal daily make-up. When it was finished with my lips painted, I went down, walking elegantly, like aunt taught me, then greeted her by showing a curtsy.

And last, when given, I ate my breakfast, just like the way aunt wanted it. Nowadays, when she was off from her work, I was allowed to walk freely in the house in the day.

And during these times, several works like cleaning, washing, mopping the floor etc, were imposed on me. Similarly, on this dreadful day, she asked me to clean the house.

Aunt was busy outside, her room was wide open and I got my one-time opportunity to make a phone call. I tried twice, and got no response.

I was getting nervous, and each seconds felt like months. Mom did answer it, but aunt was right behind me. I did the most forbid thing and my cami drenched in sweat.

In your room, now; aunt shouted. The training was already taking toll on me, and in between the taunts and punishments, I was really a good student.

Moreover, I was indeed afraid of her, and the consequences of misbehaving. Thus, when I ran upstairs, I literally ran just like a girl, by swinging my hands and bums side by side.

Go there; aunt said by pointing at the window. The trouble was right in front of me, but I was helpless. Thus, I walked towards it and she followed me.

When we were near the window, she gave me quick push, to make me further close to it. Raise your hands; she spoke. I slowly raised them and looked through the window.

No begging? That silence will get you more; while handcuffing me to the window, she said. Then the flogging began.

One by one, strikes landed on me, and my back began burning in pain. Four, five six, seven; aunt counted.

Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve; strikes continued to land on my back. Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, you should have said it before; aunt continued the beating.

By the time the counting has reached seventeen, my balance was lost, legs slipped and the whole body hanged just on the hands. I heard her counting until twenty-three and then I blacked out.

When I came to my senses, I was tied lower. My hands were still handcuffed, but the bums were barely sitting on the floor, with both the legs to one side.

The cane was lying right beside me, but aunt was nowhere to be found. My whole body was burning and throat was dry.

Meanwhile, with my struggling senses, I heard a car. The sound came from the front, and passed to the back. Shortly after, I heard some bangs from the backyard.

The sound felt like, hammering and drilling. And when it stopped, the car went back. Everything seemed silent for a short time and the silence was broken by footsteps.

It was aunt, and she unlocked the door. In one of her hands, there was a carry bag and some chains in the other. You awake?

While unlocking me, she asked. Change into this; she spoke, and handed me the bag. I looked inside, they were nothing other than a set of off white bras, panties and camisoles.

Yeah, I know that look, they are cheaper, and the bras are padded. Aunt said. I was still on the floor, feeling tired, and unable to move the muscles properly.

Seeing that, aunt came forward, and helped me with it. She removed my cami first, and then undressed me of my bra with the forms.

Within no time, I was made to wear the new ones. When the constraints of bra left me, pain flowed like water, and it lasted until the new bra got in place.

No need the forms, because they are padded; she stated. I turned around and changed the panty myself. The clothes part was over, and I was still on the floor, when aunt quickly got hold of my hands.

She pulled both of them to the back, and locked with the handcuff. My legs were the next, and she tied them with another cuff which has a longer chain in between.

With these on, I could walk easily, but will never able to run; I thought. Next, she took a choker, made of black leather with a metallic lock and clasped around my neck.

Aunt then took a long chain and locked it to the choker. I was barely responding to all these, and still on the floor.

Stand up; she said. I tried, but failed due to my tiredness. Stand up; she said once more, and pulled the chain. Aunt swished the cane and a huge strike landed on my legs.

But instead of helping, it made things worse. I screamed in pain and struggled to get up. At last, she herself helped me to stand up and asked me to walk, by pointing towards the door.

Slowly, I tried, but tripped instantly. Aunt get hold of me and helped me to get downstairs. Water, water, please ; I pointed towards the table.

There is no water for you; she said, and pushed me towards the back door. With all the strength got, I walked towards the door.

It was wide open, and aunt helped me to get down the steps. We were on the walkway towards the backyard, and aunt pushed me further. Where is she taking me into?

I thought myself, and stood still. Within no time, the cane landed over me. I jerked and cried. Walk, walk toward s the ruin s ; she shouted.

With the tear filled eyes, I slowly walked through the stone paved road. Lots of trees stood there, and the greenery spread, until it meets the thick vast forest behind it.

Not only that, but also there were some ruins in it, which was the actual original house, more like a mansion or bungalow.

Mom told me that, it was burned decades ago. Most of the roofs were gone and the walls barely stood itself. The plants growing all over, definitely gave it a creepy look.

When I was small, I used to think it as a ghost house. When the township was made, the new house built closer to the front road, and the old one forgot in the woods.

I knew the way towards it, but still aunt guided me with the chain in her hands. With my tired legs, it took some time for me to reach there.

And when I did, aunt marched me to centre hall. She then showed me a hook in the corner, which was bolted to the floor and asked me to walk towards it.

Even though all my strength were drained, still I tried, but slipped and fell to the floor. With my tearful eyes, I tried hard and looked for help.

But instead of offering a hand, she mercilessly dragged me towards the hook, by pulling the chain attached to my neck. Aunt, water, please; I murmured.

Shut up, you bitch; aunt barked at me. She locked the chain to the pretty new hook and beat me again. You are not worthy to sleep under a roof, stay here; she said and placed the cane nearby, then walked towards the house.

Slowly, my senses fade away, and I fell into deep sleep. When I woke up, it was almost evening. I crouched towards the wall and sat besides it, by resting my back on it.

It pained a lot, but I had no other way. It was aunt, she came in, and placed a bowl right in front me. Drink; she said and poured some water into it.

My hands were still tied in the back, thus, I lied down and drank it. Do you want to pee? She asked, and I nodded my head. She helped me to stood up and asked me to turn.

And when I did, aunt quickly pulled down my panty. Do as you wish ; She said. I knew, that the chains were going to stay, thus walked with the panty resting over my leg chains.

There were some bushes growing by, which were in reach with my neck chain intact. I sat behind it and peed. Aunt then helped me to stood up again, and pulled up my panties.

When I turned back, she was walking away. I said. I know, but you are not coming home today; she said, and walked away. They are absolutely beautiful guys that have transitioned into becoming women.

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But, aunt, how can I sleep here? I looked at her with my pleading eyes. So, either you can shut the mouth and stay here or keep complaining and stay outside; she shouted.

With the help of her, I placed my clothes neatly into the pink cupboard. Get freshen up, I will call you when the dinner is ready; she said and went towards to the kitchen.

I sat slowly over the pink bed sheet and swiped my hands over it. It was the smoothest sheet I ever saw.

Slowly, I undressed into my briefs, took one of the pink towels and went to the bathroom. To my surprise, even the soap was pink. After the bath, I came back and changed into one of my pants and shirts.

Hey, dinner is ready; after sometime, I heard aunt calling me. When I went downstairs, she was already readied everything over the table, thus, I sat on my usual place and ate it.

We talked for sometime. But, it was more like a questionnaire, she asked something and I replied with my limited options.

The time went away and when I felt sleepy, she asked me to go to bed. I gave her a goodnight and quickly went to my newly furnished pink room.

A week passed and I got used to my new pinkish feminine room. Daily morning, aunt went to her office and I spend my time alone.

Other than some usual taunts, aunt was surprisingly fine, which was little unusual though. During the weekend, as promised, mom visited. I secretly complained her about my new room, and how feminine it is, but she asked me to let it go.

She said. Is it okay? Any problem with the stay? Is she treating you well? Mom did ask me. Better than before; I replied.

Why did you ask that? I looked at her. Nothing, just asking; mom replied. She did visit my room, and very much liked it.

Which, made me became surprised. Of course she will, after all she is a girl; I thought. Aunt asked her.

You know, the usual reasons, workloads and all. I became little disappointed, because usually, we went together, but this time, I will be stuck here.

In morning, when I woke up, mom was already gone, and aunt was getting ready for the office. I waited for her in the living room, doing nothing.

Come here; after a while, she called me. When I did, she came closer, and took my measurements with a tape. Things went smooth for the next two days.

When aunt left for the office, I roamed here and there. On the third day, aunt came back from the office and gave me a carry bag.

I looked inside and pulled them out. They were briefs, or at least look like them. I usually brought mine with dark colours, but these were like a rainbow in a box.

There were purple, blue, green, yellow, orange, red, pink, white, black and some other shades. And unlike my usual ones, they were smooth and silky.

But aunt, I have lots; I told her with a surprised face. I went back to my room, then removed my things, and changed into the black one.

Are you with everything on? Aunt was right outside my door. Yes, aunt; I replied. And she came in quickly. How does it feel?

She asked me. Odd; I replied. Where is the one you just wore? She looked at me. I pointed to the bed, and she grabbed that as well.

I saw my old fashioned horrendous briefs, were mercilessly thrown to the bin. When came back, she herself placed my new ones to the cupboard. The rest of the day went fine as such.

Other than the eating times, we kept us to ourselves. One more day passed. After my bath, I came out and took my new purple briefs and wore it.

Thus, after wearing one of my shorts, I went downstairs and asked aunt about them. The matching one? I mean the one matches with your panties, sorry briefs; she replied.

I went back and looked at the drawer aunt mentioned. Just like my new briefs, aunt brought a dozen of them with the same shade of colours.

I found the purple one and took it out. And unlike my old ones, which had broad shoulder straps, these cames with very thin ones. Did you find it?

I was still holding it in front of me, trying to figure out the fashion world it came from. I know what you are thinking, trust me they are not girls ones, these are the new types, do you know anything about fashion?

Thus, aunt went downstairs and came back with a fashion magazine and showed me some pictures. Look here, she started; the girls ones are called camisoles and they usually come with lace on its top part, or sometimes, do comes with frills; she said.

Can you show me some pictures were boys wearing these? Wear it? It will feel better, let me help you; saying that, she herself took the new fashioned undershirts from my hands.

She asked me do the rest myself, and I wore the t-shirt over it. She was right, things did felt different, the fabric constantly caressed on my skin, which made it feel nice.

Does it feel better? I think so; I replied. We ate breakfast and later, she went to her office. I spend the rest of my day by eating, watching TV and playing computer games.

When aunt came back from office, I was already get used to the new undershirts. She went straight to her room, freshened up and came back with a shopping bag in her hand.

Here are the shorter ones I said before , remove your t-shirt ; she handed the bag to me. Aunt, why should I wear two?

I never did it before? I was really confused. What was that colour? She began searching in it. I slowly removed my t-shirt, and looked at her.

Found it, ta-da; she took it and placed it in front of her, to get me a proper look. The instant I saw it, I know, that I was in trouble.

The difference between the so called extreme fashion and exclusive girls clothes was known to me, or at least this one I know.

Aunt looked at me for some time. So you know; at last, aunt sighed. Her words gave me a shock, because I still had a small belief that, the bra looking thing, is a cropped undershirt.

And I never thought of aunt making me wear girly clothes. Aunt, stop it; I pushed her away. I became mortified. The so called new fashion, there is no such thing, they are nothing other than panties and camisoles; she replied with a cunning smile.

I began shivering, and sweating all over. My deepest fear came alive, aunt turned the one she was supposed to be. Aunt quickly grabbed my hand, and pulled it down.

Stop it, you will tear the fabric; she said again. Everything felt same for a moment, then the slowly, the cheek began burning and pain followed.

Tears came out from my eyes, and I cried. How many times I told you to stop it? Who do you think you are? That cami is worth three times than your stupid boy clothes and I did spend a lot of money on all these.

You are living with me, in my house, and you will do what I say , now carefully remove it; she was shouting. Like she said, I slowly removed my new purple undershirt.

Aunt was waiting for me to wear the bra, but within a jiffy, I throw the cami to her face and ran fast to my pink room. She followed me, but I locked myself inside.

Open it; aunt banged on the door. Fine, if you want stay inside, stay, let me make sure of that; I heard her walking away.

Shortly after, she came back, and I heard some metal clinging outside. I understood. She was locking the door.

I was in trouble, because there was no way out. I found my fate was kind of sealed in this pretty feminine room. After her footsteps went away, I removed my new brief, which started to bugging me and wore the shorts without anything inside.

When it was time for dinner, aunt knocked on my door. Are you hungry? She asked. Yes aunt; I replied. Come out and wear your bra, then you can have dinner; she said.

Then so be it; she walked way. In the morning, hunger woke me up. I got freshened up, and wore one of my t-shirts and shorts, of course without the new fashion clothes.

Not again; I said by looking at them. You hungry? She knocked on the door. Are you ready to wear the bra then?

No; I shouted. Her footsteps faded, and shortly after, I heard her car starting. But she just drove away. I looked at the car with my tear filled eyes, until it faded in the view.

The day turned to be longer. And the hunger and thirst were killing me. At last, I went to the washroom and opened the pipe.

And when time passed, I drank more. An hour later, she knocked on my door. Yes; I replied. What about the bra? She asked again. No bra, please aunt; I begged her.

O kay , do as you like; she said and walked away. And just like the day, the night was long as well. When the sunlight reached through the window, I quickly went to the bathroom and did the morning things.

Time passed and after a long wait, she knocked on my door. She asked the same. Yes aunt, please open the door; I replied with my tired voice.

So the bra, will you wear it? Will you wear it or not? Answer me; she shouted with a loud bang on the door. Yes; finally, I said it after a long pause.

I heard her unlocking the door from outside. Now come out and wear it; she said. I slowly opened the door, and peeked outside.

Aunt was standing right in front of it. That was the time which I longed for. With all the strength got, I quickly ran downstairs, pushing aunt to the side.

I was in heaven, but it turned to the hell when I reached on the front door. Because to my surprise, it was locked. Still, you can check it, if you want; aunt smiled.

I was trapped, my legs froze, and I looked at her helplessly. Aunt gave me a gesture to come upstairs. With my heavy legs, I walked slowly towards her.

I was just close enough, when her hand landed over my left cheek. Will you wear the bra? She was on fire. Then stay here; aunt pushed me to my pink room.

She locked the room from outside and went away. I heard her car engine starts and slowly the sound faded. I was tired already, thus, I spend most of the time by sleeping.

I waited long for aunt to come back, because my mind, was already accepted to wear the bra. I waited for some more time and the last thing I remember was a complete blackness, engulfing me.

I came to my senses slowly, with a continuous bang on the door. I was blacked out and It was already morning. Yes aunt; I replied with all the strength I got.

Yes; I mumbled. Are you sure? Yes aunt, I will wear the bra, please open the door; my words lost. Not only that, but also all the doors were locked.

Seeing me not coming out, she slowly pushed the door inside. I was still lying on the bed, trying to find some strength. Aunt came closer and pulled me up.

Get up, go freshen up and come down; she pushed me towards the bathroom. I was in no position to argue. Thus, I did my things and went downstairs wearing one of my t-shirts and shorts.

When I reached there, aunt was waiting for me. She asked me, and I nodded my head. Then wear the matching bra; she handed me the carry bag. I became confused, and looked at her.

The one matches your undies, remove your t-shirt ; she explained. I became scared, and stood froze. Seeing my reluctance, aunt came forward and herself tried to remove it.

Why are you not wearing them? Her hand landed on my left cheek. Her hand landed on my left cheek, again. She slapped me on the same cheek, again.

Third, you will wear them for sure, along with the bra, now go and wear them; she pointed to my room.

Aunt, please; I wept and slowly walked upstairs. I removed my shorts and t-shirt, then took out the blue panty and matching blue cami.

I wore it with the help of my shivering hands, and looked at the mirror. My left cheek turned red, and it was burning a lot. Thus, after wearing my t-shirt and shorts back, I went downstairs quickly.

Remove your t-shirt; aunt said, and I did exactly as told. You selected blue; she became happy. Are you wearing the panty?

Or, should I ask you remove the shorts too? Aunt smiled. Not it, panty; she stated. Yes panty; I repeated. But in fact, she was testing me.

My cami? Yes your cami; she replied with a smile. As I was helpless, the only option was to do as she says. Just like mom said; I thought. Thus, I obeyed her unquestionably, by removing my cami.

Meanwhile, aunt already found the blue bra and was waiting for me. You can go bra-less, when you have your own boobs, now take it; she spoke, and gave me a hard look.

I became scared, and took the most feminine clothing from her hand. Do you know how to wear a bra? No; I nodded my head.

I will show you, just for today, but from tomorrow onward s , you have to do it yourself, understood? She told, and pulled me towards her.

Yes aunt; I replied, and stood like a mannequin, when aunt took my hands one by one and placed the straps into it. No shortcuts, you need to learn this, like a proper lady, now try to hook it back; she said.

I tried, but my hands gave me a hard time. Aunt scolded me and mercilessly pulled my hands back, which in turn gave jolts to my shoulders.

I cried loud, but she asked me to shut my mouth. This is the way we girls do things. If we can bear the pain, you can too; she stated.

After a while, with lots of struggles, I finally managed to hook it. It was tight, but not at all in the cups. They were vacant, and really looked weird.

Like aunt said, I took my cami and wore it, then the t-shirt followed later. I waited near the dining table for long, and finally, aunt placed my breakfast on the table.

The tightness of the bra, was too much, but eating something was my foremost preference. Thus, I ate it unquestionably.

When the time came, I ate the lunch, which she pre-cooked along with the breakfast. Even though I wore it until then, the bra irritated me so much that, I removed it quickly, and when the constraints detached, I felt like I was in heaven.

I should have done this from the morning itself; I thought. The rest of the day I stayed in front of the TV, and just before aunt came, with much difficulty, I wore everything back as such.

Seeing everything intact, aunt became happy and left me alone. It was like nothing ever happened. In the night, after the dinner, I went to my room, and stayed there.

The bra was still bugging me, and I wanted to get out of it. Thus, I locked myself in, and removed my undies then slept peacefully.

In the morning, right after my bathroom session, I came out and selected the white undies. Aunt did inspect me, and when found satisfied, served me breakfast.

When she went out, I quickly removed my bra, and enjoyed my day as such. And just like yesterday, I wore it right before she came back.

It was a Friday. Aunt went out in the morning and I removed my bra right away. When the lunch was over, I felt really sleepy. Thus, I played some music and fell to the couch instantly.

Slowly, sleep engulfed me. Everything felt fine, until I heard someone shouting. It was aunt, and she was standing right beside me.

The bra, which I was supposed to wear the whole day, was now hanging in her right index finger. What are you doing? Why are you not wearing it? I quickly stood up and bowed my head.

Her hand quickly felled over my face. Answer me? She shouted. What about yesterday? The day before that? And the day before it? Are you wearing it?

Her hands quickly felled over my cheeks again. What about the nights? Her face turned red. She slapped me again and again. I cried a lot, and tears flowed down my eyes like never before.

Wear it now; aunt shouted, and handed me the bra. Without much option left, I took it from her, and wore it reluctantly.

Other than my new additions, aunt pulled out everything from the cupboard. My shirts, t-shirts, shorts, pants, jeans, socks, shoes, everything were lying around.

She asked me to select each one from everything, which I liked the most. I took one from each, but she stopped me. Finally, I selected one of my favourite t-shirts and shorts, along with one of my sandals.

She quickly grabbed them from me, and took them to her room, then came back with empty handed. Now remove the ones you are wearing; she shouted.

I removed my t-shirt and went for a towel, but aunt stopped me. No need for that, do it now; she shouted. Do as I say; she beat me.

Crying feeling lost, I removed my shorts, and stood in front of her motionless. Aunt quickly grabbed both, and looked at me.

I did have my panties, cami and bra, but still try to cover my front with the bare hands. Aunt took all my clothes, along with the ones I just removed.

She took them outside, and locked securely inside the storeroom. After a while, she came back and locked my door from outside. I kept my face on the bed and silently wept.

Like the days before, the bra was still bugging me, and when sleep came, I tried to remove it, but something stopped me.

What if she comes in the middle of the night to check? I thought, and left it as such. In the morning when aunt came, I was already freshened up and wearing the three, i.

Come down, your breakfast is ready; she said. Aunt, please, give me something to wear; I pleaded. Aunt, please; I began to cry.

Then stay here; she quickly locked the door and went away. I heard her car starting, and slowly, the sound faded. A skirt? What just aunt said?

I thought a lot about it. My tummy ached a lot, and I made up my mind to go downstairs in the evening.

In the next morning, with my starved stomach, I freshened up and selected the yellow colour. I wore the three very neatly, and waited for her.

After a while, I heard her footsteps. She unlocked the door and faced me with her usual line; are you hungry? But this time, I followed her obediently.

After my breakfast, she asked me to stay, and went to her room. When she came back, there was a box in her hands.

O pen it; she said, by handing over the same. And when I did, inside the box, there were two breast forms, smiling at me. And thus, when I removed my cami, she herself inserted them into my bra cups.

With the final piece on, bra turned more beautiful. The vacant space bulged out, showing how pretty it is. When I wore the cami back, it covered my artificial breast so naturally.

Aunt became happy, and left for the office later. But, somehow, I need to inform mom, and that was my only ticket out from this hell.

And the only telephone in the house was inside her room, which she always locked. Thus, I planned to break inside the same, in the next day itself.

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