Learning to live as Sarah

By the next morning, I had abandoned all pretense of ever wanting to be Stephen again.

I was Sarah now, one hundred percent, and as I got up the next morning, and went into the kitchen, my Aunt smiled when she saw that I was still wearing the bra and panties from the previous night. She had showered, and was sitting at the table in a white bathrobe.

"Good morning, my beautiful Niece," She said, winking at me, "If you want to freshen up, I grabbed you a few extra pairs of panties, two more bras, and a few more dresses. They're in the bag on the counter."

I thanked her and excitedly checked through what she had bought.

The dresses, for the most part, were cut exactly as the one I'd worn last night had been. However, at the bottom, was one really short blue party dress that would barely cover me, and would certainly give anyone close to me a clear view of my ass as I danced.

As she had promised, there were two more A Cup bras, one black and one white, several more pairs of boyshorts, and one powder blue thong that I couldnt help but realize matched the party dress perfectly.

"Oh wow, thank you. This must have cost a lot..." I said, awed that she would do this, even after all the fun we had had last night.

"Don't mention it, Sarah." She said, still smiling "Besides I put it on your Uncles credit card, so he can deal with it. Besides, you'll need something to wear for the boys the rest of the week. Im surprised they aren't knocking on our door already."

I couldn't help but smile as she said this, and inside I hoped they figure out which room we were in sooner rather than later. I'd come to love the fact that they treated me like any other girl, and I had never felt anything like the bliss their cocks had given me last night. I know both my aunt hadnt either. We were both addicted.

We had no more finished breakfast, when a knock came from the door.