Chapter One - Johnny discovers ladies wear.
It was a sad day for Johnny Fairslip when his mother died and he was collected by his Aunt Barbara to go and live with her and her 40-year-old sister, Myrna, at Dresswell Lodge. What made it such a life-changing time for the boy was that Myrna owned a ladieswear store, and life at Dresswell Lodge revolved around ladies' clothes. There were rows of dresses everywhere - in wardrobes and on rails in every room. Rails of blouses stood on the landing and in the hall, with skirts on their hangers on every door and hook in the house. Being an inquisitive boy, he soon found that there were drawers upon drawers filled with ladies corsets and silk lingerie, all of them waiting to be moved to the shop in town as soon as there was room for them."I'm afraid I have had to put some stock in your room, Johnny," said his Aunt Barbara as she showed him where he was going to sleep. "But a young man like yourself is not going to be put off by a little thing like dozens of petticoat slips, as long as they are safely packed away in those chests of drawers. Those fashionable dresses are a bit of a nuisance maybe, and you'll have to push through a couple of dozen satin blouses to reach your bed, but there's nowhere else we can put this stock until a little later." Johnny had never been so close to ladies' fashions, and it gave him a tingle, seeing the sheen on the smooth material and the delicate lace trimming and pretty frills, and he secretly wanted to touch. Part of the exciting thing about them was that Aunt Barbara and Aunt Myrna dressed in clothes just like them. He felt guilty about finding them so attractive, and knew he had to keep his feelings to himself because they were naughty. It was inevitable that so many ladies clothes would sooner or later have an overpowering effect on Johnny. He was young and impressionable, as well as rather delicate for a boy, with almost shoulder length blond hair and rather girlish looks. His Aunt Barbara was strong and determined, tall and blond going on redhead, wearing her hair done up and back on her head, while his Aunt Myrna was a hard-headed business woman. Her hair was more brown and she wore it either flicked up or flicked under at the back of her neck. She always dressed very smartly, wore fashionable glasses and impeccable makeup. The two women had little time to spend looking after an unexpected male cuckoo arriving in their nest, and Johnny was left to amuse himself all day while they got on with their business. Which is how he came to look for opportunities to make himself scarce. In fact he found two extra bedrooms upstairs, filled with stock. It was like finding Aladdin's treasure. He would be undisturbed in there from one meal to the next, and he could explore the wonderful feelings he was getting by looking at the dresses and petticoats that surrounded him. He loved their lovely perfumed smell, the fashionable dress material, ladies' elastics, lace and buttons - they all grew together into a wonderful world he could enjoy for hours. And that was where it all went horribly wrong, because he found so much pleasure in surrounding himself with skirts, dresses and blouses that he began playing with them too often... in fact, all the time. He liked to stand amongst the dress and slide his hands between them, feeling the slitheriness of the silk as he kissed the sleeves or the collars of the dresses. He liked to lift the sleeves of the blouses and use their soft silkiness to smooth his face as he planted kisses on the lovely cuffs. He liked to lift the hems of skirts or dresses, and see what the lovely feminine lining was made of, and he even knelt on the floor and crawled underneath them as they hung on their rails, so that he could be in that most forbidden of awesome place... inside a lady's skirt! Johnny was so besotted with the beauty of ladieswear that he didn't think about what he was doing. He just wanted to taste and see. How long would it be before his Aunts discovered what perverted pleasures their young nephew was indulging in? .....
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