Becoming A Woman Is A Time Old Tradition, The Rules Haven't Changed
My mother was a prude while I was growing up. Her older sister not so much. My mother disapproved of me seeing my aunt, but she was there and I liked going to her house. She had been married before and that was always a sign of bad things. Note, that you never used the word 'divorced'.
At my aunt's house she showed me a dildo. I was fourteen and she let me hold it, and the told me to open my legs and put it up against me. Like that, then you slowly push it in until it feels good. There were stories about how she got around, and how she entertained men in her house.
I turned sixteen and I had my party and she gave me a g*ft to open when I was alone in my room. It was my very own dildo. And a box of condoms. She penned, that's wrote, a note for me. You my dear are now old enough to be woman, but remember practice makes perfect. And so my life with a dildo started, all alone in my bed and my dildo up between my legs. It felt good. The box of condoms were hidden deep in the back of my closet behind some old books from when I was little.
I suppose that becoming a woman is a little bit more than just laying there, so my aunt let me watch a 'little video' on her 8mm. It was black and white and who knows how old. It was about a young girl in an office and the mean old boss chased her around the desk until he caught her. And, oh my!, he took her pants off (meaning her panties because she was wearing a dress) and with her legs open he pushed his pants down and she looked around her legs to see his dick, and he stuck it in her. My aunt made sure I knew it was acting, because in real life you are on for the ride and you won't get a chance to see his dick until after he pulls it out you.
That day was the day she told me what happened to her. Can you imagine, she started, I was nineteen and the first time alone in the shoe store where she was working. The manager was a man, women liked men selling them shoes and feeling up their feet and their legs and looking up their dress when they were buying. She was there to help, run back into the stock room for another pair. And put the shoes that were tried on back in their boxes and back up on the shelf. That's where she was, on the ladder when he grabbed her, pulled her right down into his arms and hugged her. Meaning he put his hands on her breasts.
She said she swooned, lost consciousness, while he felt her up and she pulled up her dress so he could feel her up down there. She said it wasn't as popular then to call it a pussy, most girls had a personal name for it. Like Ann Margaret, because she said she thought it was as beautiful as Ann Margaret. Oh my!! He stuck his dick in her, she screamed to herself, she fought by herself, but he was so much stronger and he stuck her again and again and again until he slowly released her. NOW, she was a woman. NOW, she could walk like a woman, moving her hips while she walked, NOW she could wear a tight sweater so her tits beaconed men closer, NOW she could play with her nipples, and use that 'old thing' in her.
The way my aunt told it, I got wet. And she told me that my day was coming. Make sure to wear a thick pad when I wasn't in season, so he would drop me. But when I was in season, keep my baby clean and he would make sure my baby was happy. Pick an older man to teach me, a man with experience, that's why a married man is better. A married man really wants a young virgin, and I would never regret it. Stay away from the wolves that run in a pack. A married man, remember that.
She set me up with a married man, and she talked to him about me. She set it up so I would become a woman at her house. She made sure I was in season. He was nice and polite and everything, and he went about it like a doctor does with a patient. A little bit of titty, a little bit of kissing, a little bit of fingering, and then his dick in me. I'm sorry, but it was a lot like having my dildo with me. But the deed was done, technically I was NOW a woman. And NOW I could go out and find a man with passion. A man that wanted to rip my clothes off. You can catch such a man when you wear a tight sweater, and just a push up bra that doesn't cover your nipples. Men really like nipples in a sweater.
