Confront her and find out what this really is all about. There is no use beating around the bush, you have a wife who depends on you. You need to get your head on straight and get the whole truth from your aunt and not cryptic urges.

I would like to tell you about something that happened to me when I was a boy of 14 years old. Firstly I was a slim "pretty" boy of average height, small boned and with quite feminine features. For as long as I can remember I liked to play dress-up with dolls and put on girl's clothes. Since puberty, this had taken on a whole new excitement. Well you said you wanted me to keep you company and have some fun! We’re together, and I’m having a ton of fun with you!”It was a rainy day, I need to deliver some sweets to aunty’s house. When I reached home no one was there except her. Greeted her and sat in the living area. I was sitting on the sofa right to the passage end line such that while entering from the kitchen can see the living […] More I called to my auntie to ask where my clothes were and she said that my bag must have been left in my family's car by accident and that they had also left their bag with my cousin's jeans at home as well. "You will have to wear something for the next two weeks and that is all there is," said auntie. I put up some protests and went to my room. While I knew I would enjoy wearing the pretty clothes, being a boy I knew I had to pretend that I would not like it. A few minutes later Sue (with whom I was quite close) came in and said that while she knew I would not like to wear the clothes it was the only thing to do, and she and Anne would not laugh at me or anything. Anne came in then and promised not to laugh or tell anyone. She said I should put the clothes on, as there was no one else around anyway. They both promised again not to tell anyone and then left me alone. For example I have a friend whose uncle took advantage of his position of trust and they had a full blown affair (he was married with a kid). I did try and warn her not to go there but she didnt listen! she like you wanted to go further with her uncle. I think you should consider it this way, you need to try and forget her. Or in future being from the society you are from it will cause many further complications for you.

My aunt asked me to set the table. We had dinner and made small talk about nothing in particular. After dinner my aunt asked me to come over so she could have a look at me. She told me that I looked very good. She trimmed my hair and combed it into a much more feminine style. Still, as the months wore on, my eventual return to Hartsdale loomed. In early August, I passed my summer-school exams, which meant that I was eligible to return to Hartsdale for ninth grade. But Aunt Lil knew that it was best to keep me in New York City. Whatever progress we had made would be lost once I returned home. With less than a month before school began, she resolved to get me admitted to the city’s High School of Music and Art. Applicants were required to take a drawing test and provide a portfolio of art. It was highly competitive, but it hardly mattered, because admissions for the coming fall had ended months before. Aunt Lil persisted, and in mid-August we received word that the High School of Music and Art was administering a special, off-season entrance exam to a handful of kids—and that I was among them. A wealthy, attractive, promiscuous 40-something year old woman with a penchant for younger guys and with a husband who's never around???Well dude, see uh, I was hanging out the other day in front of your pad when your neighbor walked out." Vectra, if my friends uncle had run off with her it still would have been wrong. They shouldnt have had sex in the first place it should not have gotten that far. Now it has it means she is the one who will have the burden and guilt (its not like she could tell all to a culture which is reserved) The next morning was a bit chilly, so after putting on my lacy bra panties and camisole I put on a top and a warm full red skirt. Then I put on a cream jumper that came to my waist. At breakfast that morning I saw the others had dressed much the same - I was happy to see I was getting the hang of being a girl because I really enjoyed it.

Aunt Lil went to the principal of Ardsley High and proposed that I attend summer school in Manhattan, where she could supervise me. If I passed my exams, she asserted, then I should be allowed to proceed to the ninth grade with the rest of my class. The school complied with her plan, and by mid-June I was in residence at 50 Park Avenue. Aunt Lil moved into the dining alcove and gave me the only bedroom. This is why I was telling the asker to rethink the consequences of even going with his aunt because in our type of culture this WOULD NEVER be accepted and they would live with shame in that society. as suggested i have serious doubts about her also, when try to connect and think. i used to peep into her bathroom before and finally i started asking questions. once in secrecy i read her personal diary out of curiosity and found that one a specific day she wrote some thing which mentioned that she saw me peeping. the mention date was correct, i guess she was mentioning about me. While I still considered myself a boy, the way I was dressed and acting made this all feel so natural. Sue told us how she would sit in the front seat of the bus because she knew that the boys behind could see up under the skirt of her tunic in the mirror. She enjoyed the idea of all the boys getting hard looking at her. She also liked to bend over a bit more than she had to, teasing the boys.In the morning I showered and put on the padded lacy bra and panties, white petticoat and the pale ye1low dress. The dress was soft and the petticoat made the skirt full swish as I walked. Auntie Joan complemented me on how I looked. I was getting the idea that she was enjoying me being dressed and acting like a girl. I was enjoying it as I well - for the first time I was feeling so complete and full. It was about this time that a very exciting event occurred. My parents and sisters were going to Queensland for a conference but I had to stay with my auntie to finish an exam at school. My Auntie and two cousins were minding a small farm near the quiet farming village of Jamboroo. i didnot know that she was misusing me. in my perspective i was bad. i believe i misbehaved to my fathers sister.

To my surprise and enjoyment, he accepted me as a girl and seemed quite interested in me. We all sat on the riverbank and talked. Luke had positioned himself on the bank below us where if we wished he could get a good view under our skirts. We all took pleasure in giving him what appeared to be accidental but were actually quite deliberate glimpses of our panties and up to our skirts. Luke was obviously getting very excited although he did not realize we had noticed. As someone said, everyone will find out somehow. Someone will notice you going over there a lot or some naught gesture outside her house. All you need is the wrong person to see anything to make them jump to the conclusion and all hell will break out.

by my age of 16 i got a chance and courage to ask some questions about sex to her. she did not talk anything and seeked to be giving less care. Auntie and my cousins decided to go to town but despite the protests, I decided I was not ready yet to let other people see me. After they left I went for a walk and ran into Luke. At first, I was a bit unsure but after I realized he was convinced that I was a girl I decided to have some fun. My auntie Joan was an attractive 35-year-old who was living in Sydney. My cousins Sue and Anne were quite attractive and 17 and 14 respectively. They were all very pretty and feminine in their manner and dress. The farm, being about three hours from Sydney, ten minutes from the village and one hour from the town, was fairly isolated and the weather was cooling off so not many people would be visiting.