(As a request by a lovely young woman I submit this story to you exactly as it was told to me.)
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My story might not be as erotic as some others but sometimes life is just what it is!
I was sitting around thinking the other day about things that have happened in my life and the fact that I have barely shared any of it with anyone up until now. My concern has always been that people that I know would feel that I was weird or something but by telling you I know that I would feel better getting it off my chest since you may never know who I am personally. You see I am an exhibitionist. I may not have been born this way but as you read you might understand how I came to be one.
My name is Heidi. I'm a very small girl, I mean woman, at only 4'8" tall and a mere 92 pounds. I am an adult (honest!). I have long natural blond hair and blue eyes. My measurements are 34C-22-34 but they say that I have the face of a 15 year old girl. People have a hard time believing that I am as old as I am but when they see my body they can't deny that I must be.
My parents died in a car accident when I was very young. I was forced to move from one foster home to another without ever getting comfortable with anyone or staying very long. I never had any close friends as I moved from town to town and from school to school. The kids at school used to tease me for being small and treated me like I was too young to play with them. Of course that led to my being very insecure and self conscious. I spent most of my time after school at my foster home alone.
When I was 13 someone came to the foster home that I was staying in and asked to speak to me. They told me that I had an aunt and uncle that I didn't know about and that they wanted to adopt me. It took a few weeks for all of the formalities to go through but but the day finally arrived when a woman in a business suit came and brought me to meet, what would come be, my new parents. It wasn't quite what I expected as the car drove into a trailer park and pulled up in front my new home. It was a double wide with flowers in the window box and a nicely landscaped lawn. They would always get upset when anyone called it a trailer preferring to use the term mobile home.
I grabbed my suitcase and lugged it up the front walk alongside my neatly dressed escort. She rang the bell and a woman opened the front door while she dried her hands on her apron. She appeared to be in her early forties, brown curly hair, and a tad over weight. She had a pleasant smile on her face and when she made eye contact with me I felt a connection like I never had with any of my foster parents.
"Hello. You must be Heidi. I am your Auntie Marge. Your mother was my sister and spoke about you all of the time before she passed away. I remember visiting you when you were very young but you probably don't remember that. Please come in!" She backed away from the door to let us in and had us sit at the kitchen table.
The two women talked about the terms of my adoption and stay there as I looked around the room. I found the inside of the house neat and well kept. I had often heard the term "trailer trash" but I saw nothing that would make me think that here. I noticed that the women had stopped talking for a moment and were looking at me.
"Would you like to see your new room Heidi?" Auntie Marge asked as she got up from her seat.
"Yes ma'am." I replied nearly jumping to my feet.
We walked down the narrow hall and she opened the door to my room. It was all set up with a small canopy bed, cute pictures on the walls, and stuffed animals all around. It looked as though a child was already living there.
"Like it?" She asked.
"Is there someone else living here?"
"No, I'm sorry to say. We had a daughter named Beth. Your cousin. She passed away one year ago this month. We wish that you could have met her. She was such a sweet little thing." Marge said as her eyes welled up.
"How old was she?"
"She was five. She was looking forward to going to school with the other kids but never made it. Leukemia. She went quickly. We never had the heart to throw out her things." She choked up and left the room to be consoled by the other woman.
I remained and looked around. I could tell that everything was probably left as it was before Beth died. Now I would be replacing her. It made me feel a bit uneasy for a while. After the foster care lady left I talked to my aunt for a while. She seemed to be a genuinely nice person and we had a very good relationship for our time together.
Later in the day my Uncle George came home from work. He was also in his mid forties, balding, and had a Santa like belly. When he walked into the house he saw me sitting at the table and quickly came to give me a big bear hug. We talked for a while to get comfortable with each other and I found that he was a hard working man and that he too was devastated when they lost their daughter.
"How old are you Heidi?" he asked.
"I'm thirteen."
He had a puzzled look on his face.
"Funny. You really don't much older than Beth did."
"I know, Sir. I get that all of the time. I'm thirteen. Really!"
They became the loving family that I never had before. I became very close with my Auntie Marge and we were inseparable when I was home. They were very protective of me as I was to come right home after school and spend most of my time inside of the house. This didn't bother me much because I never did have any friends per-say and loved the bond that I had with my aunt. The one thing that did bother me, however, was the way that they treated me as though I was still five years old and it made me feel that they wanted me to be their own daughter, Beth.
They had me wear clothes that were designed for a younger girl. For bed they had me wear what amounted to only a t-shirt. I was not permitted to wear panties to bed so that from the time that I got ready for bed to the time that I dressed the following day I was naked below the waist. I'm sure that this may have been all well and good for a five year old but I was thirteen and felt very self conscious about strutting around the house with my privates showing. I didn't understand it but I excepted it none the less.
Let me say this before it goes on much further, my aunt and uncle never molested or physically abused me. They never touched me in an inappropriate way so there was not anything incestuous in our relationship. That is not to say that things didn't get eerily close before I moved on.
As I said, from the time that I moved in at age thirteen to the time that I headed off to college at eighteen it was just normal for me to walk around the house half naked. By the time that I turned sixteen I started puberty. My body was late in every way. I still looked like I was twelve but my breasts started blooming at a very slow rate. Still in denial about my growing older, my adopted parents would not allow me to wear a woman's bra.
My auntie noticed that I was beginning to grow pubic hair as well as some fuzz under my arms.
"Oh my. We can't have this. A young girl like you shouldn't have hair growing down there yet. We had better do something about this before your uncle sees it."
I thought that I must be different from the other girls and I really didn't need the girls at school to ridicule me about this so when my aunt took me into the bathroom to shave it off I was thankful. She first had me soak in the tub for a while before she put shave cream all over the mound of my vagina. The hair was light and wispy but she was concerned that my uncle would see it and think that his little girl was growing up too fast. She ran the razor over the surface slowly and carefully. It didn't take a minute before she was done. After wiping the area free of the remaining shaving cream she ran her hand over it to check for stubble. I was relieved that she had noticed this before it could become an issue and after shaving under my arms as well as my legs I got dressed in time for my uncle to come home from work.
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Part 2
My Auntie Marge developed cervical cancer and the following year was a nightmare. She passed away on my eighteenth birthday making what could have been one of the happiest days of my life into my worst. My uncle and I had a very hard time dealing with the loss as she was everything to us. I did my best to fill her shoes and help my uncle. We became very close and although, as I said before, he had never molested me he began to look at me differently. My body was now becoming fully developed and even with the fact that I was small my boobs became very noticeable.
The first time that anyone besides my family saw my privates was early on a Saturday morning. I was in the living room watching TV wearing only my bedtime t-shirt when there was a knock on the back door. It was the cable man coming to make some repairs as we were getting bad reception from time to time. My uncle let him in through the kitchen and explained the problem before pointing the way to the living room where I was.
I was engrossed in some silly show as usual when he entered the room alone. He was a young man probably around twenty. I sat in my usual position with my feet up on the sofa and my knees pulled up against my chest. My arms were wrapped around my legs as my chin rested on top of my knees. He walked into the room and was standing between me and the TV before he stopped and turned toward me.
"Hi there............ Oh my!" His eyes were as wide as saucers as a broad grin appeared on his face.
I didn't think about it at the time but because of the way that I was sitting he had a perfect view of my vagina and butt. It was as if framed for his viewing. He started to look nervous as he tried to look away but couldn't. I didn't understand what the problem was.
"I'm sorry. Should I move?" I asked.
"Oh no. Please don't. You're fine just like that." He said quickly trying to keep me from spoiling his view. "How old are you?"
"I just turned eighteen is that OK?"
"Oh that's great! I was afraid that you were a lot younger than that. Eighteen is good."
