"Virgin darling," said Aunt Muriel late one morning, "Aunt Geraldine and I want you to wear some prettier blouses and sweeter little skirts. So we're going to do some special shopping for you in the next few days."

Virgin Honeysuckle dropped his sewing - he was making himself a nice apron with lovely hearts all round the neck loop and lovely patch pockets covered in kissing lips - and sprang to his feet. "Oh Auntie thank you, thank you. I'll feel ever so lovely wearing blouses and skirts that are prettier and sweeter." He paused as a thought crossed his mind. "But Auntie, I've GOT some lovely blouses, they're all pretty, like my white lacy blouse and my pink and white striped blouse with a lovely bow at the front - they make me feel so pretty."

"Yes that's true, darling," said his Aunt Geraldine, catching her nephew's hand and holding it to her lips while she pressed half a dozen kisses on it one after the other, "but we mean blouses that are much more effeminate: in soft feminine material with very pretty buttons to fasten them." Virgin's limpid, hazel eyes grew wide with agreement and his lips opened as he swelled with girlish feelings. Aunt Muriel took his other hand and made sure it was kissed just as much.

"You know how your Aunts are so pleased with you," she said, "when you look like a sweet little girl." She reached one of her hands under his skirt, which was as short as all his other skirts, and stroked his panties on the little upright finger she found. "We've got some pretty new lingerie for our little poppet now, darling, ready to wear with your new blouses and skirts. Shall we change you into some of them this minute?"

Virgin was speechless with wonderful flowery feelings. He loved it when his Aunts talked about dressing him in ever more feminine clothes. He felt so rosy each time they took him up to the spare bedroom where his closets filled one whole wall, and took out different blouses and petticoats and skirts to dress him in between them.

Today though they led him into Aunt Geraldine's bedroom where her own blouse closet stood with the door open. Virgin's throat gasped with ecstasy, for spread across the bed were some fabulously sweet blouses of her own. His heart went pitter-patter and he longed for her to dress him in one or two of them, so that he could feel those wonderful aches of girlish niceness that he always got when she dressed him in them.

"Shall we undress you darling?" she said. "And dress you up in some dainty lingerie that you'll love?" added Aunt Muriel.

Aunt Geraldine chose a precious blouse in pink stiffened nylon, with billowing sleeves and long cuffs with three buttons each. As he slid his hands into the deep sleeves and the blouse gathered around him, he saw the long, wide streamers to fasten into a lovely bow at his neck. It would be under a lovely girly collar as wide as the blouse itself, sweetly trimmed all round with pink lace. Oh how pretty he felt in it as his Aunts held his wrists in their hands and smiled lovingly at him as they buttoned his blouse cuffs. "What lovely blouse buttons, Aunties," he breathed as they did him up and turned to his buttons down the front of the blouse. "Mmm, what a lovely blouse collar, Aunt Geraldine," he said, his voice disappearing with emotion.

"When I bought this blouse the other day," replied his Aunt, "I bought it so that I could dress you in it, my little kitten. Does it make you feel nicey-picey?"

"Yes, very nicey-picey," came the soft reply as Virgin's stocking knees slid softly together. Aunt Muriel had brought something else from her sister's closet. It was a new little skirt, far too short for either of his Aunts to have bought for themselves.

"When I bought my pink blouse, darling, to dress you in from time to time, I thought this little girl skirt would look ever so sweet with it. Would you like us to put it on for you, over your pink blouse, darling?"

Virgin almost fainted with the sweetness of the girls' skirt on its satin hanger. It had wide shoulder straps and a deep waist-band, and not much of a skirt at all, it was so short. It opened down the front. "Oh Aunt Muriel, I would love you to dress me in this lovely, lovely little skirt. It's so cute. Any girl would love to wear it, wouldn't she?"

"Of course she would," said his Aunt as she undid the buttons on each strap and slipped it from its hanger. "But it goes with some dainty white petticoats, darling, which button at the back of your waist under your blouse. Here we are."

The petticoats were slippery-smooth, but rather crisp, so that they seemed to stick out around his thighs and stocking tops. Yes they buttoned at the back of his waist - there were two of them, each with two little petticoat buttons - but they opened at the front. And because they were a bit stiff, they stayed wide apart.

"But Aunt Geraldine, my petticoats don't fasten properly," the sissy exclaimed.

"Well they don't fasten, darling, you are right, but that is not something to worry about, because we want them to stay open at the front."

"They are like that on purpose, darling," added Aunt Muriel, "and so is your new skirt. It's so that your Aunts can see how lovely our little angel is feeling in his blouse and skirt. Look, your popsy-poppet is pointing straight upwards for us, isn't that darling!"

It was true as Virgin looked down between the open fronts of his petticoats. His penis was up against his tummy, feeling sooooo gorgeous as if it was a girls'. His Aunts slipped his new, sky blue skirt round his petticoats, feeding his shoulder straps under his lovely blouse collar and bringing them to the pretty skirt buttons to fasten him into it at the front. His skirt had a button and a little girls' zip at the back of his skirt-waist too, and when he was dressed in it, he could look down, like his Aunts, and see how blissfully delighted his popsy-poppet was in his pretty new clothes.

I love being dressed in your blouse, Aunt Geraldine," he whispered, his voice weakened by the feminine feelings that swelled in him, "and in my new skirt with longer petticoats showing. Please can I have some more of them soon, they make me feel like a girl."

"We want you to feel like a little girl, darling," cooed Aunt Geraldine.

"We want your open skirts to show everyone your pretty panties too, darling," added Aunt Muriel. "Let's see how nice you feel when we dress you in these lovely panties we bought for you in the girls' and ladies' lingerie store."

Virgin could hardly breathe, he flushed with such glowing swells of girlishness as his Aunts drew pair after pair of girls' panties up his stockings: pink, black and gold satin and white silk, and soon their darling nephew was showing them some lovely sissy oozing into the gusset of one pair of panties after another.