Dear Readers, before I finish off with my holidays thought of coming out with another story. I enjoy writing erotic stories as it gives me a high! Also what better way to share my fantasy other than putting it in words? Fantasy does not do any harm; in fact it stimulates your brain all the more, but fantasy should remain as fantasy!
I do really hope you enjoy what you read.
Once again, before you read, I request you, please bear it in mind the following:
This story is only a work of fiction, not to be experimented/tried with. Please ignore all the grammatical and spell mistakes; I just want to entertain you. Please vote this story and all the other stories you read written by other writers on 'Literotica.' It encourages us.
In this story, I wanted to try something different. I have consciously made an effort not to use any taboo words. I enjoyed it while writing, but I don't know about you! Your feedback will tell me about it.
I appreciate all the comments you give me, all the comments other than 'anonymous' will be promptly replied.
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For an eighteen and half year old girl, I should say I am not all that feminine like my mother. My mother is a definition for femininity. She dresses so immaculately yet so elegant. She is so neat, she has such a beautiful hair, and not even a single hair is out of place.
Though weekly once she vanishes for hours to her beautician cum dress designer, somehow it never occurred neither to me nor to my mother that I should also be going.
You can very well say I always dress in a shapeless jeans and an oversize shirt. To be very honest I didn't even know the exact size of my bra! I was a sort of tomboy. None of the boys were very keen to chase me.
All it changed when I accidentally stumbled on to the lingerie collection of my mother! My my, what a collection she has! Touching those panties and bra's itself gave me a new kind of feeling. When I just tried one of those bras on me, the sensation gave me a sexy feeling.
Then and there I decided to have some of my own collection! But how?
On a Saturday morning I asked mother, "Mama, can you give me some money?"
Busy reading the days newspaper, "What for honey? Have you finished off with your pocket money so soon?" But I didn't find any trace of annoyance in her tone.
"No Mama, but that is not sufficient for me, I need to do some purchases."
"How much you need baby?"
"I think 5K should be okay." I was not sure.
Mother almost jumped out of her chair, "5K! What you are going to purchase with that kind of money honey, a car for yourself?"
I had determined to get what I wanted, thought of taking mother head on. "Mama, not for a car or anything like that. I want to buy some decent lingerie to wear! Do you know what kind I am wearing? Do you know how the boys at my school treat me? Have you ever thought what kind of dresses your daughter wears? At least have you ever thought your daughter is also a female like you? That too when you are so neat, immaculate, having the best of the dresses and lingerie collection? Throwing some pocket money at me, do you think it is sufficient for my requirements? For the money what you give, this is what I can afford." Saying this I removed my gown and showed her the bra and panty I was wearing. Spending all the pent up fury, I sat near Mother, I wept covering my face with my hands.
Mother must of got a shock of her life. She took time to digest on what I had accused her with. As it sunk in her, she must have realized her mistake. She took me in her arms, "Oh my poor baby, my darling, I am so sorry. It is the biggest blunder I have ever done. I won't forgive myself for this. How can I treat my own daughter like this? No excuse, no excuse. I am so sorry honey for putting you through this kind of agony. I am truly sorry." She profusely apologized as she kissed me.
Holding my head to her bosom, "Honey, don't worry, let me make up for my folly. I will take you to Aunt Linda. Hope you remember her. You used to like her when you were a small kid. She is the best. And we are going there in another half an hour. Go get ready, let me call her and tell her that we are coming." Definitely she meant what she said.
My mother and aunt Linda were closest friends. She is a topnotch beautician and a very famous dress designer. Almost all the famous people visit her. It is not easy to get an appointment with her on such short notice! But I had confidence on my mother and went to my room to change in to my usual tomboy clothes.
While driving me to aunt Linda, mother was very talkative may be because of the guilt within her. "Baby, aunt Linda is going to transform you, just listen to her. Allow her to do what ever she wants to do on you. Don't feel shy or have any inhibition. Just give yourself to her. And you will not regret this day in your life."
I was very excited but also tense. "Yes Mama, I will." I could not get another word from my mouth, as it was very dry with excitement.
As we wrung the bell, aunt Linda opened the door. I followed mother inside.
"Hey Linda, this is Jenny, my daughter. Honey this is aunt Linda." Mother made a formal introduction.
Aunt Linda held me at arms length and looked at me from head to toe, and then she made a survey of me by making a round around me.
"Lovely! Lovely! I have never seen another beautiful creature like this. Just wait Henna, just wait, I am going to transform this young lady in to the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. She is a pure uncut diamond. You don't know her. My trained eyes can see what's beneath this creature." Saying this aunt Linda gave me a hug and kissed my cheek.
