The tale continues \u2026\u2026
Aunty Bev led me into the bathroom and after stripping off her lingerie she ran a shower for us and we washed each other, taking time to lather up and explore each other\u2019s bodies. Aunty Bev decided that all traces of hair were to be banished and set about shaving my pubic area and my bum, which I may add was a very pleasing experience.
After towelling ourselves Aunty Bev began rubbing me all over in a body lotion.
\u201cThis will help stop any shaving rashes and keep your skin feeling soft and smooth.\u201d She added. I must say the whole sensation was delightful.
I sat at her dresser as she replenished our tumblers and as I looked at my reflection I kept mouthing the name Lydia \u2026. Lydia\u2026.Lady Lydia\u2026\u2026Lydia Lass \u2026.. Lydia Love \u2026.. Lydia Luv, OH YES I like that. Aunty Bev joined us with 2 tumblers of what became my favourite tipple, whisky.
\u201cMay I call myself Lydia Luv?\u201d I spelt the surname.
\u201cOf course you can Lydia, after all this is who you will be. Now where to begin?\u201d
Aunty Bev reached over to the cd alarm and pressed play and the beautiful tones of Marvin Gaye filled the room, Aunty Bev softly sang and hummed along as she sifted through drawers and the wardrobes.
\u201cOk, I have a few ideas but first we are going to make you up. \u201c She nodded to the boxes and asked \u201cDid you find the wigs in those?\u201d I nodded.
\u201cI liked the auburn one, the others seemed a lot of bother\u201d Aunt Bev let out a laugh that sounded like crystal hammers on ice bells. I was really in love with Aunty Bev.
\u201cTypical man talk\u201d she teased. \u201cWhen it comes to looking good, nothing is a bother\u201d she preached.
She reached up to recover a box. As she stretched I couldn\u2019t help but be in awe of her body, she was in great shape, and my cock agreed and twitched its approval.
\u201cNow, now Lydia, enough time for that later. Tame that boy clitty, there is work to do.\u201d
Boy clitty, wow I loved it.
Placing the box on the bed she opened it up and carefully pulled out a dark brown shoulder length wig with a straight fringe.
\u201cThis is the one, what do you think?\u201d
\u201cIt\u2019s beautiful\u201d
\u201cNatural, real hair\u201d she stated.
I just nodded my eyes like saucers.
Aunty Bev then began opening drawers at the dresser and before long she had assembled her toolkit and laid it on the bed like a surgeon\u2019s instruments.
\u201cOk young lady, Let\u2019s start with nails, toes first\u201d and Aunty Bev took a bottle of dark red varnish and sat at my feet and began to paint my toes, all the while humming and singing along to the CD. I took gulps from my glass, the whisky lubricating my soul and making me feel warm and fuzzy.
Next Aunty Bev picked up a small box and tipped the contents onto the bed. Nails, false ones. Aunty Bev wasn\u2019t doing anything by halves was she? Once applied then they were given a glossy coat of red varnish. I stared at my fingers part of me wondering if they were really mine.
Having given everything time to dry Aunty Bev topped up the glasses and then began on my face.
\u201cYou have a beautiful shaped nose and chin and those round eyes will help, in fact there is a gentle female quality to your face.\u201d She told me as she began smoothing foundation over my face and neck. Next a spot of blusher before she went to work on my eyes.
\u201cNow don\u2019t panic, this is eyeliner, just look up as I apply it.\u201d Then the eye shadow and mascara, Aunty Bev commenting how my lashes were lovely and long. A little highlighting with the eyebrow pencil then the finishing touch.
\u201cA lady is never properly dressed until she has her lippy on, now open your mouth slightly\u201d she commanded.
A few strokes later and it was done. I was eager to see myself but Aunty Bev insisted not until the job was done.
She had chosen beautiful deep blue underwear, bra, panties and suspenders. There was delicate lace edging and the panties had a see through front.\u201d Janet Reger\u201d announced Aunty Bev and I half expected to see a woman enter. I must have looked puzzled cause Aunty Bev laughed her crystal laugh again and said \u201cThe lingerie, it is by Janet Reger. Good quality, expensive and just right for my Lydia\u201d.
As she hooked the bra behind me she cupped my \u2018breasts\u2019 and tutted. \u201cNow we can\u2019t have this.\u201d I looked and saw the space between cup and body wasn\u2019t very flattering
\u201cDon\u2019t panic!\u201d she cried like the old man from Dad\u2019s Army. She went back to wig box and reached in to the bottom and brought out 2 of the strangest things I had seen. Seeing my bewilderment Aunty Bev looked me in the eye, \u201cThese are false breasts, they will sit and give the appearance of the real thing when in a bra. Now don\u2019t ask about them right now but I will tell you more later. Now let\u2019s get them sitting right. After 10 minutes she was happy with how it looked. She fastened the suspender belt around my waist then asked me to step into the panties. Oh Boy! I could tell they were quality, I had never felt anything that soft against my skin.
\u201cNow stockings.\u201d And Aunty Bev produced a pair of light blue nylons with a seam that ran from toe to thigh. \u201cRHT, reinf***ed heels and toe stockings\u201d this was becoming quite a lesson.
Once Aunty Bev had fastened the last suspender clasp she stood back to admire her handy work. \u201cCan I see now?\u201d
\u201cNo we need the final pieces of our jigsaw\u201d she teased.
Opening the wardrobe door she pulled out 2 hangers. The first had a cream silk blouse the other a black knee length pencil skirt with a slit up the side. Aunty Bev took her time buttoning the blouse which only went up a little past where a cleavage would begin. I next stepped into the skirt and had to shimmy a bit getting it over my hips. It was tight but it fit.
\u201cNow a few embellishments\u201d and Aunty Bev place a heavy silver chain around my neck and a matching bracelet on my right wrist, sliver and pearl drop earrings were clipped to my ears and finally she placed put the wig cap then wig on my head. Still humming to the music she began to preen and tousle the fringe and as she stood back she let a deep sigh and smiled. \u201dNow these, as she bent down and picked up a pair of black patent leather sling backs.\u201d 2 inch heels for now, don\u2019t want accidents\u201d she giggled
\u201cThere, look, look at Lydia\u201d she beamed as she led me to the full length mirror.
\u201cTA DAAA!\u201d
There are still no words to describe my emotions at who stood before me. I was unrecognisable, had curves in the right places, my face, the hair, the nails \u2026oh everything. \u201c I am beautiful\u201d I whispered \u201cI am a beautiful woman\u201d I kept repeating.
I looked at Aunty Bev and she had serious tears in her eyes \u201cYes Lydia, you are beautiful; you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.\u201d
I threw myself into her arms and hugged her.
\u201cNow don\u2019t you cry or get any make up smudged. We aint done yet my girl\u201d She took a bottle from the dresser and gave me a few sprays on my neck. \u201c Nina Ricci, my favourite she added\u201d
Aunty Bev asked me to go down stairs and fix some more drinks and give her twenty minutes for her to get ready and for me to practice in the shoes.
I had had a fair bit of practice recently but this was different. Before I was a young man dressing in my Aunty Bev\u2019s things, Now I was Lydia, my Aunty Bev\u2019s creation .I couldn\u2019t help but have a chortle as I slowly made my way down the stairs ,mimicking the scene from Frankenstein \u201c IT\u2019S ALIVE!!!\u201d<\/p>\n

I walked around the kitchen, catching glimpses in every shiny surface. The hair moved freely and light like a butterfly\u2019s wings, the ends tickling my neck and cheeks. It felt so alien trying to pick up things with these nails but this was all part of the learning curve.
I fixed the drinks and took them to the lounge. I sat on the chair , my skirt riding up a bit and the split showing enough stocking leg to tease, I casually ran my fingers up my calf, over the knee and along the outside of my thigh ,DAMN it felt great.
I stood at the huge antique mirror above the fireplace, the reflection showed the whole room with me at the centre. I posed, front, back and rear, drinking in this sight of Lydia, no trace of Neil except what lay beneath the veneer. I ran my hands over the silk blouse, cupping the fake breasts. They felt soft and not as strange as I had imagined. My boy clitty began swell, the feeling of it growing against the expensive panties caused giddiness, or maybe it was the whisky? I closed my eyes and drew in a few deep breaths and thanked my luck.
I was brought back to the room by the door opening behind me and in the mirror a vision which will forever be with me took the biggest breath from me.
Aunty Bev stood framed in the doorway in an outfit not dissimilar to what I was wearing, however her blouse was a stunning shade of red and the pencil style skirt was leather, and her shoes were red patent with heels at least twice as big as mine. With her hair pulled up and her make-up it made her look quite stern.
\u201cWell young lady?\u201d
I could only stammer \u201cOh my god, Aunty Bev you look fabulous.\u201d She didn\u2019t walk towards me, more a sassy glide. She accepted the glass I held out to her then planted 2 kisses on my cheeks in a greeting\u201d Thank you darling\u201d and she stood back. Her heels and mine made us almost the same height .
We just looked at each other for several minutes our smiles brighter than the ceiling lights.
Aunty Bev took my hand and led me to the sofa and we sat together on the edge.
\u201c Now then I am going to tell you some things about Aunty Bev, after you can ask me anything, ok\u201d
I nodded and sipped my drink, anxious as to what was coming next. Aunty Bev cleared her throat, took a long drink of whisky then began\u2026
\u201c You were just a baby when Uncle Fin was killed\u201d she sighed and her eyes moistened. I took her hand and reassuringly squeezed it Aunty Bev smiled at me in thanks.
\u201cFin and me were in love since we were 12. Courted right through school and even when he went to uni nothing ever came between us. My wedding day was the happiest of my life. I had had an infection at a young age which resulted in an extremely high possibility I wouldn\u2019t carry c***dren. That didn\u2019t stop our romance and commitment. Now we were so trusting and honest with each other, we held no secrets, and one day Fin confessed tome he enjoyed wearing my underwear at times and we took that into the bedroom and before long we embraced the transvestite lifestyle. I loved Jo, that was fin\u2019s girly name. We shopped together, went away for girly weekends, and joined clubs. It was like having a s****r at times. I know your mum is my best friend and even more a s****r to me since Fin passed but at that time she was courting your dad and all that it brought.
I couldn\u2019t take my eyes off Aunty Bev. She seemed far away as she talked but her hand in mine felt reassuring to us both.
Aunty Bev continued \u201c The wigs and the false breasts are Jo\u2019s, in fact I have pretty much everything Jo owned. After Fin died and the inquest was over I settled down and immersed myself in my job. I could have retired with the compensation and insurance money but I needed to focus on something. I wasn\u2019t interested in having another man in my life and had to get tough with your mum when she tried to fix me with blind dates. I have not neglected my sex life and still have many friends from our time in the tranny scene. Still have some friends around for drinks and things.\u201d
I could sense some of the pains from her honesty to me begin to ease.
\u201cSince you hit your teens I found you deeply attractive but I had to shelve that type of thought since we were almost f****y and I love your mum more than you could know. When you came here a few weeks ago I had to do everything in my power to stop getting you d***k and seducing you\u201d Aunty Bev laughed that laugh and I joined in, finishing our giggles with a sigh.
\u201cI began to notice things out of place, clothes not folded in the right way or shoes where I left them, oh ,I know you must have tried hard but nothing beats a woman\u2019s intuition. Then I found a pair of tights at the bottom of the washing basket and they had traces of spunk on them and it could only have been your spunk. It all slotted together and I knew I would have to bring it out in the open and now here I sit with you and it has exceeded all my expectations.\u201d She squeezed my hand tighter and looked deep into my eyes \u201cThank You\u201d she then gently kissed my lips.
\u201cAre you happy?\u201d she asked
\u201cAunty Bev, since I have been living here I have been the happiest I have ever been. It broke my heart when mum told me about moving back. And as for this, us, me \u2026.. Pandora\u2019s box is open and I don\u2019t want to shut it\u201d Aunty Bev smiled and nodded.
\u201cI am so pleased. And as for your mum and moving back, I may have some ideas there but first things first we need to get you comfortable with Lydia and then who knows what delights the pair of us can have.\u201d We both laughed again.
Aunty Bev stood up and straightened her skirt and patted herself down. She took a paper hanky and dabbed the moistness from her eyes. \u201c What time is it?\u201d I gazed at the clock on the mantelpiece.
\u201cWOW it\u2019s after 2 in the morning!\u201d
\u201cThe night is still young darling, Saturday means not having to do much and us girls are here to party she laughed.\u201d
She led us into the kitchen and from the fridge she produced a bottle of something.
\u201cChampagne?\u201d
\u201cNo darling, Prosecco ,next best thing\u201d
Still feeling heady and tipsy from the whisky I hoped I wouldn\u2019t get too d***k. As the cork popped she poured 2 flutes of the cold sparkling wine. CHINK! Our glasses met.
\u201cCheers darling\u201d Aunty Bev toasted \u201cHere\u2019s to you Lydia on your birthday and here\u2019s to us as we start something special\u201d
\u201cTo us\u201d I replied
Back in the living room Aunty Bev had put the stereo on a compilation CD of ballads. We sat, drinkin one hand each other\u2019s hand in the other. We chatted about inane and silly things and made plans for shopping etc.
\u201cWill you dance with me?\u201d I asked
\u201cWhy Lydia I would love to\u201d and Aunty Bev stood up, took my glass and put the mon the mantelpiece. She placed her hands around my neck and I around her waist and we swayed slowly in time to the music.
We danced for a few songs, saying nothing but stealing kisses and tender touches to each other\u2019s face. Bev pulled me in tight and close and the drink, the music and the beautiful woman in my arms began to have an effect on my boy clitty.
\u201cOh my Lydia, what is that?\u201d Aunty Bev teased, and she traced her fingers over my increasingly swelling bulge through the skirt.
\u201cYou make this happen Aunty Bev\u201d I replied \u201c Aunty Bev I really do love you\u201d
\u201c I know you do darling and I love you so much too\u201d she replied and with that she kissed me full on.
The taste of our lipsticks on my tongue. The smell of Nina Ricci filling my nose. The clinking of our jewellery and feeling different fabrics overwhelmed my senses I was in love and now I was in lust.
Aunty Bev walked us over to the sofa and sat me down \u201c Now just sit\u201d she commanded.
She stood back and in time to the music she began to sway and dance slowly. Unbuttoning the cuffs from her blouse I realised she was performing a strip for me; I felt my boy clitty would burst right through the skirt. Slowly she removed the blouse and let it fall from her hands. Her satin black bra was edged with silver and it caught the light as she moved, I was hypnotised. Next she reached round the back of her skirt and I heard her unzip the fastener and the weight of the leather caused it to fall sharply around her feet. I was in awe of her suspenders, 4 straps on each side, shiny silver clasps holding up black nylons similar in style to the ones I wore. She stepped out of the skirt, leaving it in a heap on the floor and walked towards me. I could see she wore a thong that matched her bra. Aunty Bev stopped a few steps away from me and reached up to let down her hair as it fell around her neck and shoulders I swear I could have fainted with desire. Aunty Bev reached out a hand and pulled me to stand in front of her. She didn\u2019t say anything but nodded and raised an eyebrow which I understood meant it was my turn.
Awkwardly to start with I began to move but Aunty Bev took my hand and encouraged me to copy her and before long I was feeling the music.
Aunty Bev Stood back and watched me, I was building up confidence and before long I was unbuttoning the blouse and letting it fall, next the skirt was unzipped but as it was a snug fit, I hard to work it down which caused me to shake my ass a bit, Aunty Bev applauded that.
We stood looking at each other We smiled, both swaying in time to the music, then we embraced and as skin touched skin and nylon touched nylon we locked in a passionate kiss. Our hands allover each other\u2019s body. My boy clitty was aching to be free and Aunty Bev sensed this as she got to her knees and faced my bulging panties, she ran her tongue down the encased shaft of my boy clitty before slipping it out from the side of the panties. I stood watching her as her ruby lips enveloped my boy clitty all the way down, traces of lippy were left on the shaft. Slowly she worked on me then her hands were clasped round the cheeks of my smooth ass keeping me in place I could feel her fingers slip inside the fabric and before I knew it she had slid a finger in my bum hole, I jerk in surprise which in turn set of a chain reaction of delight. Aunty Bev held tight with me deep in her mouth and her middle finger deep in my bum, the sensation was electrifying and I could feel the rush of my cum swirling from my balls around the pit of my stomach and finally gushing forth from my swollen boy clitty, Aunty Bev locked her eyes upwards to mine and they smiled as I filled her mouth with more sticky,musky cum. Satisfied she had taken every last drop she stood up knowing what was next I met her lips with mine, open and willing for some of my juice, Aunty Bev obliged and shared the spoils generously.
\u201cHmmmm you came even more than the last time I am sure of it. \u201dAunty Bev seemed impressed. \u201cNow do me with your tongue again like before but this time from behind.\u201d Aunty Bev turned to the mantelpiece and held the edges as she parted her legs and ben over a little. I got to my knees and held her ass in my hands, slightly parting as I ventured my face towards her pussy. She was dripping and the sweet musky odour that filled my nostrils began to waken my well used boy clitty. My nose rested below her bumhole and I reached her wet lips with my tongue, lapping up that wetness. I pushed my tongue inside her and realised she had reached down and was working away on her clit. Her hips bucked and swayed and I did everything I could to keep up with her, her moaning becoming more and more frantic, I was getting harder. And reached for my swelling boy clitty.
\u201cNO!\u201d Don\u2019t waste it, get it inside me please\u201d Aunty Bev begged. So Standing behind her I pushed her down a bit and as I entered Aunty Bev again she seemed to explode in spasms of her climax. Muscles tensing and moans so deep it almost scared me then from deep within her pussy muscles began to squeeze me , sensations never felt before took a hold of me and before my legs buckled under me I let go my third lot of cum deep in my Aunty Bev and then gravity took over.
We both lay on our discarded clothes on the hearth rug in, an embrace, our breathing heavy, our bodies shaking and our lusts fulfilled.
After what seemed like an eternity we stood up somewhat unsteady and as the bl**d began to reach the areas it needed for us to function we drained our glasses and picked up our clothes and retired up the stair.
We carefully got undressed and as reluctantly put the wig in the box Aunty Bev gave me a knowing hug \u201c only till later my darling, only till later\u201d I smiled at her and kissed her tenderly.
Aunty Bev sat me on the dresser and taking some wipes she began removing the make up,then did the same for herself.
\u201cFrom now on, you sl**p in this bed with me, is that ok? \u201c
\u201c Yes please Aunty Bev, thank you\u201d
\u201cAnd not in any PJs or sl**p shorts either\u201d and she went to a drawer and pulled out a pink baby doll with matching panties and an almost identical one in white for herself.
We climbed into bed together and lay in each other \u2018s arms until exhaustion took us both in a deep sl**p.<\/p>\n

Thank you for reading my story and I promise you there are many more tales to tell of Lydia Luv and her Aunty Bev plus some fabulous friends and lovers met over the years.
Love to you all <\/p>\n

Lydia
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