Wait to see what inside

"So, Stephen, I don't want you to be mad at me. I just want you to open your mind a bit and when I show you what I bought you... You have to promise me to try it, if only for a minute ok?"

"What is it?" I asked hesitantly, not wanting to commit to something I was unsure of.

"A gift. Now promise me you'll at least try it." The words themselves were friendly enough, but she said it sternly, like I didn't have a choice.

"Oo... Okay. I promise," I said as her face lit up and she clapped her hands momentarily.

"I want you to try this on. I think it's about your size. Oh and these, these should fit. They're a similar size to what I bought you for Christmas last year."

She pulled the contents of the bag out and handed them to me. Inside was a white evening dress. Sleeve less and short it was clearly form fitting and would stopped just past my ass. She also handed me a white lacy bra and a pair of matching cheeky boy shorts with the final piece being a pair of strappy white four incheheels.

"Go on, try it all on!" She insisted as I staggered confused into the bathroom.

What the fuck. What the fucking fuck am I doing," I said as I slid the soft lacy boy shorts up over my cock. They were tight, but a good fit and as I turned in the mirror it was pretty clear they framed my ass well. Shockingly I realized I actually had a pretty nice bubbly ass, but my cock bulged and stuck out in the front, even soft. I tucked it down between my legs hiding the bulge so it looked more like a plump mound. Next, I grabbed the bra. I had seen enough girls put on bras in movies to be smart enough about that. I hooked it together in front then spun it to the back, the cups hanging open and empty even on the small A cup bra. None the less, I felt my cock stiffen as I looked at myself in women's lingerie.

"This is ridiculous," I tried to tell myself, but I couldn't quite shake the thought that I liked this. Worse, I couldn't quite shake the thought of some black man bending me over and sliding my panties to the side as he thrust his huge pipe up my wanting ass.

Jesus what the fuck, I thought as I tried to shake the image from my mind. Hurriedly I pulled the dress over my head and laced up the strappy heels. "I'll just go out there, tell her that I'm not comfortable in it, that this is ridiculous, that I'm a man and end it," I said as I stood and smoothed the wrinkles in my dress. I was kind of hot though, I thought, as I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I mean I still had some boyish features, but the simple addition of women's clothing really made me look quite feminine. Fuckkk, I thought biting my lip and opening the door. What are you getting yourself into? I stepped out, slightly wobbly in the heels, but a stride or two and I had it down, just had to shift the balance to my toes.

My aunt immediately began cooing and whistling. "Look at you Stephen! Those legs are so long and sexy and you even push the dress out the back with that ass of yours! My god, you need a bit of makeup and something done with your hair, but you are one hot piece of ass!"

I blushed at my aunt's remarks. "You, you don't think this is a bit ridiculous?"

"Oh sweety no! Look at you. Here, sit on the bed. Let me do something with your make-up and hair and then tell me what you think."

"Aunt Jane, no. This is too far. I... I can't do that."

"Stephen. You promised you would try this for me. Just sit down. Let me have my fun and if you don't like it you can go wash it off, ok?"

I sighed and sat on the bed. The problem was not that I would hate it, it was that I was worried I was going to like it too much. My aunt went to work and after a few minutes of brushing, shading and drawing she ushered me excitedly back into the bathroom like a giddy school girl. She squealed as I looked into the mirror and my jaw dropped. I was hot, like... like sexy hot.

"Don't you just love it!? Baby you're fucking stunning! Who would have ever thought?"

"I... Not me," I said as I stared at myself. My eye liner and eye shadow was done slightly dark and smoky. A late evening dinner party kind of look that hinted at class, but was clearly sprinkled with more than a dash of slutty. "What, what do you want me to do like this?" I asked nervously.

"I just want you to go to dinner like that. I think it would be good for you. You kept saying you weren't gay. You're so homophobic. I think it would be good for you to get in touch with your feminine side. Just spend some time like this. I think it will really help you learn a bit more about yourself."

"What? Aunt Jane, I can't go out like this. People will know I'm a guy."

"Steph..." She paused for a moment, "Sarah. Look at you, you're a gorgeous girl. No one will think twice and if they do who cares? You'll never see any of these people again. They don't know who you are. I don't think you would know it was you if you saw a photo of yourself dressed like this."

The name change kind of shocked me, but I was dressed like a girl. I would need a girl name. "I... I don't know though. It's weird."

"Just relax. It'll be fun. Girls date and if you don't have fun we can come right back here after dinner and change you right back into Stephen. Ok?"