Spent and satisfied, Claire rolled off me. For a moment she lay beside me on the grass, and then she kissed me softly on the lips. She rose to her fee...t and, before I could grasp what she was intending, she gave me a wave, blew me a kiss – and walked off into the house, leaving me pinned on the lawn, legs wide open and arms stretched above my head. I called out to her, but she disappeared into the kitchen, so I shifted to yelling.‘Claire? Claire! let me go! – what’s going on, what are you doing?. If Aunt Laura noticed the bulge in the pantaloons she saidnothing. In retrospect I now realize that this event was the origin ofmy subsequent crossdressing. Without discovering the exquisite feelingof soft silky feminine clothing I might never have developed into whatI am today.I sat on her bed and stared out of the window thinking of the times Ihad posed for her. She would often put me in dresses and on oneoccasion I?d asked her why. "Because you look like girl," she said inher usual. All the cabinets are closed too. “Maybe I’m just tired,” she mumbles to herself.“Maybe you are,” a voice agrees with her. “Maybe you should have a seat somewhere.”“Who said that?” she asks, spinning around in a circle. She’s never heard the voice before, and if not for seeing the two boys going downstairs, she would assume they were playing a trick on her.“Make yourself comfortable,” the voice continues. “Have you had enough sleep lately?”“I’ve been sleeping just fine,” she replies, not really. Would you like me to lead you to him?" Yes," before she turned he gently caressed her right breast with his left hand. He could feel the soft skin wasn't restrained by a bra, her nipple hardening immediately. She sighed, contented at any use made of her."Oh yes, I do like that," she breathed out in a sultry tone. She offered, "I'd love to make you happy with me."Her eyes locked onto his, pleading to be treated as a toy.Partly because it was too easy, partly because he wasn't the one controlling.