tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63657654726774301272024-02-21T05:53:15.122-08:00SteffyC's TG captionsTg Captions and stories about male feminizationCandysteffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08649197393355675085noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365765472677430127.post-35984140418735164852014-08-14T08:39:00.000-07:002014-08-14T08:39:28.336-07:00Auntie's help Chapter 4: Mall Experience<h2 style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><u>Auntie's Help</u></span></h2>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Ch3 - Mall Experience</span></h3>
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Months passed one after another. And Stephen started to be
used to all of those new things in his life: the therapy sessions with his
aunt, the strange vitamin pills she gave him, the tapes on the ipod that he
always listened before going to bed, his new room, the continue rules of the
aunt, and above all: the loneliness. With the hypnosis, session by session, he
started to feel more and more comfortable with that new life, kinda enjoying
some times; almost without being aware of all the little changes he was going
through. But Even though he has spent several months of his new life, he barely
knew other people except for his aunt, who claimed to be also his
"friend". But that wasn't enough and he was counting the days to the
new school start, even with a little fear for what the classmates were going to
think about him.</div>
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It was the late morning when finally he woke up, after
taking few minutes to put in order "his" room, made his bed gently
stroking the pink silk sheets as Aunt Kat has taught him; He went to the
bathroom for a shower. </div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtqMm2_9cUMq3bHirK2N2w5qihkzgYSRc2QBb4gttIENKQ_2G-k5yLcrpDqtTPJ9cFddkrgGq6tRxpIcfnOG62i79dGJyOWb2E5SrfexVp-GlwF3uyOwU6Koi-YRC4D5hsZWrth3XE2zvI/s1600/steph_AHCH4_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtqMm2_9cUMq3bHirK2N2w5qihkzgYSRc2QBb4gttIENKQ_2G-k5yLcrpDqtTPJ9cFddkrgGq6tRxpIcfnOG62i79dGJyOWb2E5SrfexVp-GlwF3uyOwU6Koi-YRC4D5hsZWrth3XE2zvI/s1600/steph_AHCH4_3.jpg" height="212" width="320" /></a>Without think so much, instinctively, he took all of Chloe's
bath products. For first he used a pink bottle of a vanilla perfumed shampoo on
his silky blonde hair. For some reason he absolutely enjoyed that scent,
keeping his eyes closed he felt the warm water running on his skinny body. With
a pleased moan he took the next bottle, filling his skin with that dense
liquid. After some minutes of pure pleasure, with an erection, he came out of
the shower. And after he has dried his body and his longysh hair, in a brief
moment he realize what he has just done. His hair was already dye blond with a
pixie-like cut, now they were silky and smooth, he smelled like a girl and
moreover his body was hairless from his eyes down!! With his heart beating
crazy, he ran again into the shower: the bubble bath was actually an hair
removal scented product! Again at the mirror he took another look at himself,
with embarassment he admitted that he look....well, pretty, cute in more than
one way. Still a boy, but an androgynous, delicate and feminine one. But he
couldn't stop himself...the feminine perfume was insistently in his nose, his
naughty wisp was tickling his forehead...the sweet sensation of his hairless
thigs rubbing each other; everything felt so nice and weird. Just like in his
strange dream.</div>
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With a little blush on his cheeks, he use his i-phone to
take a few selfie of himself at the mirror. This only stupid thing made him so
weird and embarrassed in that situation. Stephen has always thought at the
selfies as a stupid kids thing, or girls at least. But in that moment he needed
these, he needed to see himself in a mirror, to pose like a silly girly teen,
smiling and trying on several different clothes. His little hand started to
stroke his silky body...moving toward his pelvis...</div>
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*knock knock knock*</div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"Steph?! are you there? We have to go to the mall,
remember?"</span></div>
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Aunt Kat said, knocking at the door</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqttSo5k472B2sgt7Z_sBhYXvb9yZmtJkGfkhCPSXLGd_F3JtJFQtsqu4gZFRW4SQ-o0rnlU0_7J33d8iIhlWZq-al6d6oBZxt5NMa6mrX7ZGpKRaem87fk52kxBazzaFrRqHEKDYmOes2/s1600/steph_AHCH4_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqttSo5k472B2sgt7Z_sBhYXvb9yZmtJkGfkhCPSXLGd_F3JtJFQtsqu4gZFRW4SQ-o0rnlU0_7J33d8iIhlWZq-al6d6oBZxt5NMa6mrX7ZGpKRaem87fk52kxBazzaFrRqHEKDYmOes2/s1600/steph_AHCH4_2.jpg" height="320" width="257" /></a><span style="color: #3d85c6;">"Ah...yeah, like...I'm almost ready, Aunt!"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"Don't waste too time! You really need a new wardrobe
before school starts, It's rather cold here!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"I know aunt...just..I'm coming, wait me
downstairs!"</span></div>
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After Aunt Kaitlin left, Stephen took a deep breathe...</div>
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What the hell was he doing before?!</div>
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There was something wrong in him, or at least he felt like
this.</div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"mhh...it seems like someone has developed a good taste
about perfumes here!"</span></div>
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Aunt kat said with a little smile, while she was driving to
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"what?! Oh...well, no aunt..you know, the shower...I..I
just.."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"you've finally discovered the Chloe's stock ehehe he
has had always kind of obsession for those things, you have a great taste, just
like her!"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"I...no...I was just there....and without a thought I
took her things and..."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"So what about your skin?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"skin..?"</span></div>
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He suddenly looked at his hairless skinny arms, blushing and
lowering his gaze</div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"I.. thought it was...a normal bubblebath..."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"Steph, honey, you don't have to justify yourself with
me. There's nothing wrong to want to be a little bit more pretty afterall"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"..."</span> Stephen was just too embarassed</div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"I bet you feel yourself more confortable now, and you
like your scent. We can also buy some products and things for your own,
now"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"I'm not so sure....Aunt"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"aww just don't think about it, I'm here to help you,
we're a family now, remember honey?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"yes aunt...thank you"</span></div>
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At the mall they went for first in several teen clothing
shops, there Aunt Kat always advised Stephen about what style would fit him
better. For some weird reason He wasn't able to argue or to be in disagree with
the aunt's choices. He just accepted what she said and what she wanted him to
wear. All of those outfit were rather androgynous, not really feminine but
surely tight and stylish much more than normal boys clothing. After that,
leaving the shop they passed near to one "Forever 21" shop.</div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"Aww lovely memories here! It was the Chloe's favourite
shop, so many time I came here to buy gift and things for her, come on let's
take a look here!"</span></div>
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She said, holding his hand, leading him at the store</div>
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After almost 20 minutes there, it was clearly that they were
in an only-girls clothing store</div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"Ohh...I've forgot to go to Sephora, I need some things
from there. Meanwhile wait me here, hun, and take a look"</span></div>
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Aunt Kat said, and after a brief kiss on his cheek she went.</div>
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Rubbing his cheek with an hand, Stephen started to wondering
why his aunt was so kind with him that day. Thought about it for a minute and
he realized that he had no wrangle with his aunt from a long time...that was
weird.</div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">"Found something cute for you?"</span></div>
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Confused, Stephen upped his eyes to see a pretty sales girl,
looking at him with an interrogative expression</div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">"You seem doubtful, may I help you with those
leggins?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"Leggins?"</span></div>
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He realized that he was in front of a leggins/skinny pants
rack</div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">"Yeah! Or maybe you prefere skinny jeans...but with
your legs...well, I advice you leggins eheh"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"Oh...I..no thanks..I'm not used to wear those, and
I've had enough shopping for today..."</span> He replied with his cheek blushing
fire red</div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">"You're kidding? Never used a leggins with your
silhouette...you could be a model, let me help you, I've the perfect outfit for
you"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"I don't know.."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">"Trust me, I'll make you stunning as hell!"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"I...I'm n..."</span></div>
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Stephen tried hard to say something, to oppose himself...</div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"well....like, ok, just only one try...but nothing
too...you know...too girly.."</span></div>
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*blush*</div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">"ooh no problem, it's called "metrosexual",
nothing too extreme, just more stylish for a beauty like you! So let's start
with.....</span></div>
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After some minute, Stephen was standing in front of the
mirror in the dressing room.</div>
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moment. At least he worn still his old all-star shoes, and
fortunately he he managed to convince the sales girl to try on only a little
bit skinny jeans...not a leggins. But looking at himself in the
mirror...everything screamed feminine, girly, gay and stuff. His outfit included: a pure white long top, pretty tight to
be honest; a short decorated leather jacket that has no zip, only several
buttons with an only decorative purpose, the jacket sleeves ends almost at his
elbows...leaving free his delicate and hairless arms. As accessories he worn
long black necklace that showed up on his white top/shirt; a little and simple
bracelet on his right wrist; several decorated and pretty feminine rings on his
both hands fingers, and finally a little black girly bag decorated with tiny
studs.</div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">"Ehm...are you ready? There's your mother here"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"Steph, honey, come on, show me what you have found
here, then we're ready to go</span>"</div>
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Oh my god...ho my god....that's, that's a nightmare!!
Stephen thought while he started to exit from the dressing room on his
trembling legs.</div>
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After an incredibly long moment of silence, Stephen said</div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"so, how....how do I look...?"</span></div>
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while, strangely, his voice seemed a little bit more acute
and high</div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"My god, Steph! I'm so proud of you...you look
incredible!"</span></div>
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Aunt Kat almost screamed, holding him in a warm hug</div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"You...you think so...aunt?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"Sure I do!! I've told you thousand times to put away those
orrible baggy clothes of yours...and now you're ready to be perfect...stylish!"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">"I agree, much better now!"</span></div>
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(the salesgirl was looking the scene with a big smile on her
lips)</div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"Oh...like...thank you..but I'm not sure, and..."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"Now the final touch, up your head, honey"</span></div>
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without an hesitation, he obeyed to the aunt. Stephen felt a
little tickling on his head, keeping his eyes closed. Aunt kat applied a bit of
foundation on Stephen's skin. Then Steph felt also a sprinkle of a liquid on
his neck.</div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"What is this?"</span> he asked opening his eyes</div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"Your new perfume, silly, ehehe it surely will last
more than the Chloe's one!"</span></div>
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Aunt Kat replied showing a pink bottle called "guess
girl - eau de toilette"</div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"Now on your wrists, rub them and enjoy, I know you're
going to love this!"</span></div>
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smiling</div>
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Smelling himself, Stephen had a brief time of truly
pleasure, reminding him all of his new experiences of the last days</div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"It smells....nice"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"Great, I was sure. Now lets pay your new cute clothes
and lets go!"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"Well....Thank aunt.., I'm going to change my.."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"Nonsense, Steph, you're perfect! Miss, please, can you
put Stephen's old clothes in a bag for me?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">"Sure, ma'am, and please call me Lindsay...I'm a great
passionate about fashion and style; I loved to help Steph...he's a lovely boy.
And let me say, you're such a nice family, please come back soon!"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"Aww nice to meet you Lindsay! Me and Steph are truly
grateful for your interest and help, be sure, we will meet here again really
soon!.......Steph?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"Yes....thanks Lindsay...It was a pleasure for me, hope to meet you soon.."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"forgive him...he's a little shy"</span></div>
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Finally they started to go toward home. But during the whole
walk Stephen felt mortified with every step. His posture has changed a bit with
the new outfits. The sensation of tightness of the top and the jacket; the
weight of the necklace and the rings on his fingers....all of this made him
aware about how strange he would looked like for the others. Practically every
person they met, looked at him for a while. But he wasn't able to sustain that
gaze. He felt incredibly exposed and weak, always almost at the threshold of
the tears; weird and embarassed. He couldn't believe what the hell has just
happened to him, not to mention that school would be started in few days. Stephen couldn't know what was waiting for him, Try as he
might he couldn’t imagine what else could happen to him.</div>
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End of chapter four</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">created and written<br />by<br />SteffyC</span></h4>
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Candysteffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08649197393355675085noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365765472677430127.post-64686286362391376072014-08-02T13:31:00.000-07:002014-08-02T13:31:00.840-07:00Auntie's help Chapter 3: Dreams [sorry for the delay...I'm still here! ^^]<h2 style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><u>Auntie's Help</u></span></h2>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Ch3 - Dreams</span></h3>
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Everything felt so vivid, strange b</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Stephen's dream</span></td></tr>
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ut at the same time warm and
reassuring. Stephen couldn't understand where he was and not even why he felt
so weird, but safe, in that extraneous reality. It was like so many flowers,
feathers and many others warm and smooth things were just wrapped to his body.
He could feel a new incredible sensation going thru his body, a warm beautiful
fur wrapped his silky, hairless, porcelain body. Meanwhile the sweetness of a
delicate fragrance slowly reached his little nose. Enjoying that sweet
vanilla/floral scent, moving slowly his hand along the pretty and delicate
materials surrounding his body; Stephen breathed a deep moan of pleasure.
Everything was so nice, sweet, safe. But suddenly he had a brief moment of
fear: where he was? Why he was enjoying all of that weird situation? Stephen tried
to come out from that silky and perfumed ocean, but more he tried and more he
felt weak, falling again in that strange vortex of sensations. Screaming he
heard his own voice becoming more and more high and acute.<br />
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Finally he opened his eyes.</div>
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He was still wearing his pink i-pod. His new blond hair
covered a part of his view. Removing a strand from his face with his
embarassment, he understood that he has dirtied his boxers, as well as the
smooth sheets of Chloe's bed.</div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">My goodness, you're still in bed! Get up Steff, let's have a
good breakfast. I want you to start your hypno therapy today!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">Well...but Aunt Kat, I'm still not sure that I'm ready,
and...</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Ohh...come on, what's wrong sweetie? We have already spoken
about this, trust me it will help you much more than you could imagine. Now
just get up!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">I...</span></div>
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said Stephen blushing a little</div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">My god...you're wearing your boxers...so what? I've already
had a daughter, honey, don't be shy now. And please, wear the clothes I've
prepared for you, It's pretty cold outside.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">A...a daughter?!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Uff...son, daughter...who cares? I am a mother and a good
one as well, I know how to grow up a teen, that's sure. I'll wait you
downstairs</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Yes, Aunt Kat</span></div>
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Stephen replied, He didn't want be in a wrangle for first
thing in his day.</div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Here you are! How these clothes fit on you?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">I...thanks Aunt Kat, them fit me pretty well...thank you to
have bought them for me..</span></div>
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Actually Stephen didn't feel so comfortable in that
clothing. Sure, nothing too extreme, but his aunt choices were a little bit
different than the Stephen ones.</div>
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For first the sweater was a bit too decorated for Stephen's
taste, and It feels very smooth, like some kind of precious tissue like
cachemire or something. The pants were very far from the "baggy"
style that Stephen has so appreciated in past.</div>
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A tiny snow hat, in the same tissue of the sweater, kept
warm his head and his new haircut in order, except for that blonde tuft above
his forehead and eyes.</div>
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But the worst thing were the shoes, they were too similar
the ugg boots that many girls would like to try. But also in this case, a wool
smooth tissue was covering the shoes.</div>
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Trying to ignore his clothing and the embarrassing memory of
his "wet" dream, Stephen sat to eat what aunt Kat called breakfast: a
tiny bowl of what seemed some kind of dietetic cereals, and a glass of a
strange fruity juice.</div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">Aunt...well, usually I have a little bit more nutritious
breakfast</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Like what?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">eh..I don't know...pancakes, egg, bacon...stuff like these</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">No way. I'm sorry but until you live with me you will have
to follow my way on alimentation. That means an healthy diet. No more fries,
chocolate and others trashy foods. I think it will not a big deal, and you will
thank me when you'll see the effects on your shape.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">Mhh...well, ok Aunt Kat..</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Now I'm going to prepare our session in my studio, I'll call
you when we will be ready.</span></div>
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Finished his breakfast, Stephen went outside for a while,
sitting not too far from the main door. He took some time to think about his
new situation and life with aunt Kat.</div>
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Perhaps he wasn't the best son as he could...but he really
deserved all of that?</div>
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He was in new city, without any friend, in a new house
living with a truly severe and exigent aunt. Too many changings for him, he was
scared, and the constant embarassment wasn't a big help.... his new androgynous
look, those clothes, that girly room...that orrible hair...</div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">We're ready Steff, please join me into my studio!</span></div>
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Aunt Kat said stopping suddenly all of Stephen's thoughts</div>
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Stephen has never been in his Aunt's studio. Many degrees
and titles were on the walls and tons of books were in every angle. But the
general atmosphere was relaxing, the lights were soft and a soft couch was in
front of the aunt's armchair; on the opposite was there was a rather big
monitor screening a lot of colors and light effects.</div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Don't worry Steff, and get comfortable on the couch.</span></div>
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Aunt Kat said</div>
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silently Stephen got himself on the leather couch</div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Now listen me, Steff, what are we going to do here is all
for you and your life. We're going only to analize and eventually solve your
problems. There's nothing to be worry about, just relax yourself and listen my
words carefully. Do you understand?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">Yes Aunt...I'm ready..</span></div>
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Stephen said with a little thrill in his voice</div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Well, let's start.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Now I want you to close your eyes, you're going to open them
again when you will be ready. But for first I want you to relax, let out all of
your thoughts. Your mind is supposed to be a blank table in this step. You
think you can do it?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">Yes, Aunt, I'll try...</span></div>
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Stephen replied closing his eyes, looking for a confortable
position on the couch</div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Good boy, now focus your mind and body only on my words. I'm
going to count from one to five. Just relax yourself and follow me.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">one, take a deep breathe</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">two, let off all of your worries</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">three, you're now in a safe place, you feel yourself more
and more comfortable</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">four, all what you need is to hear my voice, you're tired
now</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">five, from now on you will follow what I'm saying, focus on
it as best as you can</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">the weird pic that Stephen believed to have seen on the monitor</span></td></tr>
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A clear clap sound awaked Stephen from his deep sleep</div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">so...when we will start?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">We have already finished, Steff</span></div>
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truly confused Stephen take a look around and, for a brief
moment, he believed to has seen a pink image or writing on the monitor, in the
dark of the room.</div>
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But lowering his eyes with extreme embarrassing he saw an
erection thru his pants.</div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">I...I'm sorry Aunt Kat...I..</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Ohh don't worry about it, hun, It's pretty normal after the
first sessions. So then, tell me, how do you feel?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">Oh...well...I'm ok, Aunt, I guess...</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">Indeed, Steff, indeed. Not that bad after all, right?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">Yeah...not that bad...</span></div>
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It was late afternoon, and still confused Stephen went to
his new room. Strangely he found himself a bit more comfortable entering there.
He felt the room much more as something familiar and safe. Finally he sank on
the bed, hoping to not have another strange dream.</div>
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End of chapter three</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">created and written<br />by<br />SteffyC</span></h4>
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Candysteffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08649197393355675085noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365765472677430127.post-1209766866099177652014-07-14T19:55:00.000-07:002014-07-14T19:55:20.817-07:00Auntie's help Chapter 2: First Approach<h2 style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><u>Auntie's Help</u></span></h2>
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The days passed quickly one after the other, fortunately,
the stephen's stunt has been almost filed: a group of several incredibly
expensive lawyers, paid by the Hilton's family have saved the young Stephen
from all of the indictments. But apart this, life for Steph wasn't surely easy,
in house the stress with his mother was heavy. Margaret, in according with her
ex-husband, decided to forbid to Stephen see his friends and just to leave the
house. The guy was angry but also ashamed for that trouble, actually thinking
to sit with his mother to have a deal, trying to explain his reasons; when
Margaret suddenly enter in his bedroom.</div>
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There were shouts, debates and maybe some tears; but finally
Stephen was forced to accept the fact that his entire life would be moved to
his aunt's house, on the exactly opposite coast.</div>
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Still little upset from the flight, with a pretty sad kind
of loneliness sensation, Stephen was heading to his aunt Kaitlin, which was
greeting him shaking her arms. Wrapped in an elegant tailleur, she immediately
hugged her nephew kissing his cheek.</div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"You're still the little angel kid who I remembered,
You're not grew up so much, don't you?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"yeah...thanks aunt Kaitlin, I guess... Also you are
well.."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"Come'on lets take your luggage and go home, we have
many things to talk about, I'm sure you will enjoy these next months!"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"yeah...sure"</span></div>
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The trip in car was silent and embarrassing for Stephen, He
didn't know really his aunt. Those few times when he saw her, Kaitlin was
severe, silent, almost distant; not exactly the sympathetic aunt in his family.
But now she was pretty kind and helpful with him. The quiet was interrupted by
Kaitlin's speeches.</div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"Well, Steph...you know I'm always glad to spend time
with you, to know how your life is going. But this time, things would be rather
different. Your mother Told me you have a problem, more than one even and in
these next days we're going to work on these together. You're mother are afraid
for you and for where your choices could lead your young life, and I agree with
her..."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"Problem...don't you think you're just exaggerating a
little bit? I mean, yeah...I've done a mistake, but it is not a big deal I
think, shit happens. I have to go
ahead..."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">“Don't use that language with me, boy! For many things I'm
much more susceptible than your mother, take it seriously! Anyway...what I'm
saying.. well, from now on you have to live just like my son would, that means
rules to follow, proving respect to me and the help I want to give you. I don't
want to sound petulant and testy, but before you learn this and before we can
enjoy our living together. It's all clear, Stephen?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"yeah...and I'm sorry but..."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"Oh, and in addition I'm just planning some therapy
sessions where you can be easily able to define and solve your situation, step
by step." Aunt Kaitlin said, breaking off Stephen upping her hand.”</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">The new Stephen's room</span></td></tr>
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School was still far from start and the first week run fast.
But with his surprise, Stephen was actually settled in the Chloe's room instead
in the usual guests's room. His new bedroom was definitely feminine: fur
pillows, floral images on the walls, pinky color and zebra prints
everywhere...Stephen was embarrassed. How if one of his friends saw him living
in that girly room? Stephen tried to ask to his aunt, if maybe he could move
into the guest room..</div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"No way, Steph, you're going to stay here with me for
more than one weekend. And that room has every thing and confort that you need.
Stop your silly macho baloney and try to be an adult for one time!"</span></div>
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With this and many other situations, Stephen started to
learn how his future months could be. Forcing himself to follow and seemed
agree with any stupid and weird rule of his aunt. He couldn't hang out without
his aunt's authorization, He couldn't use his pc or watch tv except for one
hour once a day, for money he had to ask to his aunt and possibly justify why
he needed it, and moreover he surely
couldn't use his skateboard any more. His stress was enough to lead him to have
insonmia problems, then when he told this to his aunt; she gave him an old
Chloe's I-pod filled with some relaxing tracks to help him to sleep.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">The I-pod that Kaitlin gave to Stephen</span></td></tr>
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He started soon to use that
music, and apart the strangeness of those songs (that sounds like a muffled
suave voice talking constantly) he was glad to return to sleep well. </div>
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The next day, during a kind of vegetarian lunch, Stephen
asked to aunt Kaitlin:</div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"ehm..aunt Kaitlin, I'm here from two weeks adn,
well...I guess I need and hair cut, could you give me the money for
that...please?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"Oh...it sounds like this little punk boy wants finally
to be presentable! I was wondering when you would have wanted do it"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"yes...so?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"You don't need money, I have a friend who has a
barber-shop at the mall, just 30 mins of car from here. And for today I have
also several issues to do there. We can go together, well?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"Yes, aunt, glad to hear it..."</span></div>
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That afternoon, they went to the mall. And with afraid of
him, Stephen saw that that wasn't exactly a "barber-shop", would be
more correct call it a "salon" or kind of. Even though his reticences
- <span style="color: #351c75;">"Nonsense, Steph, Tiff is one of my oldest friends, she is a great professional
with the best sense of style I've ever seen!"</span> - aunt and nephew crossed the doors of
"Dama's", that's the name of that salon.</div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">"OH-MY-GOD!"</span> thrilled Tiffany as she saw Kaitlin
entering in her boutique. <span style="color: magenta;">"You're gorgeous as always, darling! And he should be
your little Stephen, isn't that true? He's cute just like you said! Come on,
sweetie, lets go to work, we have much to do with you!"</span></div>
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Little? Cute? Work? Aunt Kaitlin has already talked to her
about me?! What's going on here? A more and more nervous Stephen thought.</div>
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He was leaded to a red luxurious chair near the sinks. While
Tiffany and Kaitlin was talking and joking Stephen take a look at that place.
Everything had a sophisticated and elegant look, and most of clients there was
girls or fashionable ladies. Why the hell he was sitting on that chair?</div>
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But before he could say anything, Aunt Kaitlin left the
store, saying <span style="color: #351c75;">"I'll be here in two hours, maybe even less. I left you in
such talented hands" smiling at Tiffany "Just remember to be a good
boy!"</span></div>
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From there, in few minutes, Tiffany was washing up Stephen's
hair with some incredibly scented products; telling him:<span style="color: magenta;"> "there we are,
sweetie, I know all about you, Kat told me so much about you! Just the
rebellious kinda punk city boy, eheh I know the type! But let me say, I love
your hair as well as your face, you have so much potential! Anyway, have you
already thought about what to do with these beautiful hair?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"Mh...thank you...well, nothing special I guess, not to
different from now...just a trim here and there.."</span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">"Get it, some volume and shape work! And, can i suggest
you something, honey?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"yeah..sure"</span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">"well, like, with your facial features I think you
should valorise these gorgeous hair even if they are shorts such as yours, I've
here a new product able to give more...mmh shiny brilliance, in order to have
more emphasis on this. What do you think?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"mmh it isn't something too radical, right?</span>"</div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">"Not at all, honey; I told you, just more
brightness"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"well...yeah..I guess"</span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">"All right baby! so, make yourself confortable, lets go to
start, honey!"</span></div>
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Stephen worn the Chloe's headphones, starting slowly to fall
in sleep.</div>
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At his awakening He saw Tiffany removing some weird
transparent stripes from his head.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">The model picture, her cut is actually pretty similar to the one which Stephen has</span></td></tr>
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Looking around, He asked</div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"where's the mirror?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">"Oh, welcome back, honey! No mirror for now, It is
supposed to be a surprise!"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"but...wait, what is that pics there?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">"What? Oh..this, It's only the model from who I'm
inspiring, Honey"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"No..but...She's a girl! I don't want a girl
haircut!!"</span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">"pff..calm down, honey! I know all of your teenage
styles, this kinds of punk-emo cuts are unisex"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"but..."</span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">"What? I'm afraid It's too late, honey. Don't worry,
just let me finish with few snips and there we go"</span></div>
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Stephen was pretty nervous when finally Tiffany bring back
the mirror.</div>
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He was blocked for a brief minute, staring himself. Tiffany
has given to him a pretty androgynous haircut, feminine in more than one way.
His hair weren't been cutted so much and the result was a kind of pixie cut
that framed his delicate face with a pretty wisp/bangs on one side of his face.
But the worst part was that the new "product" of Tiffany has actually
given him a bright bleach blondysh color to his hair. If before, Stephen wasn't
surely the "manliness portrait", now he has a feminine androgynous
style. Not still girlysh, but no to far from.</div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">"So..?"</span> Tiffany asked cheerfully</div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"I...I'm.."</span></div>
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In that moment Kaitlin entered</div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"Wow Steph! You look so nice, stylish I guess! Great
job Tif, you were right...He's simply adorable!"</span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">"It was a pleasure, Kat, He was already a beautiful
model!"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"Well, now we have to go, Stephen, take your stuff,
thanks again Tiff!"</span></div>
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near the exit, Kaitlin suddenly grabbed Stephen's arm</div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"how do you say, Steph?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"I...Thank you Tiffany..."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"And?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"I love my hair, thanks to you..."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75;">"well done, good boy, well Tiff, we'll probably meet
again really soon. Thank you for your help!"</span></div>
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End of chapter two</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">created and written<br />by<br />SteffyC</span></h4>
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Candysteffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08649197393355675085noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365765472677430127.post-86136732943973061032014-07-13T17:13:00.000-07:002014-08-02T19:38:46.620-07:00Auntie’s help Chapter 1: Family Matters<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">The "little" Hilton's house</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Ch1 - <i>Family Matters</i></span></h3>
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For the Hiltons, last years haven't been so easy, not since
Mr. Hilton has divorced from his wife, leaving not only his house but also his
17 years old son, Stephen. No economic issue, at least: to Margaret (Stephen's
mother) and his son remained that incredibly huge house in east LA and however
Margaret has always been an hard worker; co-founder of one of the biggest
advertising agency of the city, Ms.
Hilton, wanted barely accept the maintenance allowances by his
ex-husband. Certainly we cannot say that Margaret Hilton wasn't a good mother,
or that she wasn't able to take care of her son nevertheless, in the last
times, things with Stephen started to be tricky. Her work and the divorce has
pushed her into more issues than she expected. Her days were more and more busy
now. "I'm starting to miss him" she happened to think looking at his
only son, while holding his skateboard, Stephen left the house without say even
one word to her. <span style="color: #e06666;">"It is my fault?...what did I wrong with him, he really
hates me so much?"</span></div>
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Stephen Hilton was a quite normal boy as many others, he had
blond straight hair long enough to seem the skater/punk rebellious type.
Although he has always been shorter and skinnier compared to other guys of his
age, and this has been a kind of problem for him, especially at school. We
could say that the blossoming of manliness has been a little in late, for him.
But in that moment Stephen hadn't the will and time to think about that, the
only Stephen's desire was to find enough money to go away, away from his
mother, away from that stupid house and from that boring life. Where? It wasn't
important , the point was to leave that rich and hypocritical life, search his
own way, meet new people, do what he want. For all of these kind of
"teenagers" issues, unfortunately, Stephen chose the wrong way.
Meeting new people from the "underground" LA, he started to be what
we could call a little "drug dealer. Sure it was only weed, and in very
low quantity and only for people he knew. But this situation led Stephen to a
weird serial of coincidences which will led him to future events that he would
never has thought.</div>
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Everything has started that Friday.</div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">"That's enough, Steph, get up off your bed NOW!"</span>
these was the first words that Stephen, still with his eyes closed, has heard
that morning.</div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"Oh come on mom, let me sleep...what's going on?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">"And you've the brave to ask me, you..you, Me and your
father have given you all...all you have desired! And for what? to be always
tricked behind our back?</span>"</div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"Shit...mom calm down, I've no idea about what are you
talking about!!"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">That Rick...or Nick or whatever, that stupid friend of
yours, the police has catched him for possession and selling of drug!!</span> Margaret
have had to stop for a brief moment, she was out of her mind. At the same time
Stephen's thoughts started to swirl in his mind: what, Rick, could have told
about him? Surely the police have interrogated him, but...</div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">"Police says that you could be involved, they're
analyzing the evidences right now. Steph...look at me, is that true?"</span></div>
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With a trilling tone in his voice, Stephen replied</div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"Mom, I'm...it was only a little bit of weed, I
mean...nothing serious at all! It's just that...</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">"My God, Stephen..."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"Jesus, mom... don't look at me like this, I've told
you....only several smoking evenings with my friends. Do I look like a drug
dealer?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">"I do not know what to say, Steph, we...we are a
family, you've never had money trouble! Holy God, why do you have done
something like this to me?</span> - Margaret was close to the tears.</div>
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Even though all of his feelings about his mother and his
family, the young Stephen just couldn't see his mother in that state. He just
had not any single word to justify himself. He continued to stay silent,
looking at the carpet below his feet.</div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">"I just don't know what to do now, Kat! I've finished
the ideas...am I such a bad mother?" </span>Margaret was talking with her sister
Kaitlin Fuller Smith. Kaitlin was a successful psychologist resident in the New
York area. Unlike many sisters, Margaret and Kaitlin have always been close. In
the last years the Margaret's calls have been more steady, creating a kind of
therapist-patient relationship where Marg could vent herself, and Kat could keep
in touch with her family.</div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">"You're not, Marg, believe me teenagers are the worst
thing to being a parent, I've already passed on trouble like this...remember,
with my Chloe?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">"Ohh..but it was completely different, Chloe has always
been such a delicious girl!"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">"Just don't let me talk about her first loves...or that
terrible last year at high school, and that damn prom dance!"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">"You know, sometimes I think that I would prefer to
have those problems. But this...this is on another planet...Holy Jesus, drug dealing!!</span>"</div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">"Maybe I should talk to him"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">"And the worst part is that I actually don't know how
to do with my work. There's this new advertising campaign that is going to
start next week, I'm the director, you know... But I'll have to quit, to keep
an eye on Stephen especially during this shitty situation about the
drugs..."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">"Oh...and yes, as if that wasn't enough, if the police
investigations will go ahead, surely, the school is going to expel
Stephen"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">"I have an idea! why don't you let Stephen come to me,
to stay for some time? The house is so big since Chloe went to college, I
mean..in my job I've already had to do with other difficult teen, maybe I can
help him."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">"Yeah..maybe you could help him. But Kat, you
know...his friends and all of his things are here, and in addition he has to
finish the school..."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">"Marg, listen to me, the friends that he has are the
same that probably are leaded him where he is now. And then, he's young, after
all, I'm sure he'll find new friends also here. And for the school, remains few
semesters, and don't have you talked about a prospective expulsion? We can
enroll him on a good school here, and a change of air can help him, I'm
sure"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">"Well..should be only some months, and maybe stay far
from LA could be good, after all...You really would do so, Kat?"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">"Sure! I would be happy to spend some time with my
nephew. Perhaps he could be little worried about my severe rules. But when
He'll return you'll barely recognize him!"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">"Oh my god...you've saved my family, I think you're the
best sister indeed!"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">"mhh, well, I'm definetely agree, darling! ahahah"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;">"ahahaha"</span></div>
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End of chapter one</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">created and written<br />by<br />SteffyC</span></h4>
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Candysteffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08649197393355675085noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365765472677430127.post-26652558594016634832014-07-13T10:25:00.000-07:002014-07-13T17:42:22.606-07:00Auntie's help - a new TG captioned story is coming<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hi at all of you, sweeties!<br />
I'm afraid most of you will be bored by this post, since there will not be new captions, not at the moment.<br />
Anyway, this is supposed to be a sort of "pre-production" post on my next story.<br />
Just to let you know about what this new work will be. After my first approach to captioning, with Alex's story; I've understood that to post only captioned images isn't enough, or at least not enough to write stories which I'd like to. Too many issues, while working on Alex's captions, has pushed me to try a new way to tell you this new story.<br />
Practically, in next days, I'm going to create posts that have caption, yes surely, but also a longer written section that I hope will match well with the classic images and captions. A change like this maybe will be kinda annoying for who, previously, has enjoyed my captions... because maybe most of you, usually prefer stories more quick to read accompanied by pics in the same caption panel. But, on the other hand, this allow me to go much more deeply into the story, into all of the characters, their thoughts and tons of other stuff.<br />
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But probably, right now, you're just wondering about what this story is going to be. Well, with no spoilers, I can say that this new plot will be more focused on the "forced" aspect of the feminization. So.. prepare yourself to some pretty humiliating situations where the acceptance factor, if it will arrive, will arrive really late. The story is going to talk about a boy, our protagonist, which has a little tricky past and both of his parents aren't able to take care of him. Thus, they force their son to move to his aunt's house, and live with her for several months.<br />
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Well...I know, rather banal plot, but I always loved story about situations like this. And It's time to try to write my own now...maybe focusing more on the aspect I've always liked.<br />
As Always the story is going to proceed in a pretty slow way, in order to let you to see and understand also the smallest evolutions and changes in the character's life and in his mind.<br />
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Another last thing, and will be all. I've opened this pages from about only one week, I guess. And I've been truly shocked to see how many of you have been interested to read my silly and stupid works on here! Almost 10.000 visits so far...incredible; I want only to thank all of you!! I'm glad to know that many of you have choosen to use a little bit of your time for me and what I love to write about!<br />
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10.000 thanks and kisses<br />
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<br />Candysteffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08649197393355675085noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365765472677430127.post-61369352979066744212014-07-06T05:10:00.001-07:002014-07-06T05:11:21.615-07:00Alex - part5<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Candysteffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08649197393355675085noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365765472677430127.post-3391078185139668822014-07-05T22:31:00.000-07:002014-07-05T22:31:34.338-07:00Alex - part4<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Candysteffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08649197393355675085noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365765472677430127.post-45738272824709097092014-07-04T09:17:00.000-07:002014-07-04T09:17:39.793-07:00Alex - part3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Candysteffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08649197393355675085noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365765472677430127.post-77269113916870669222014-07-04T01:50:00.000-07:002014-07-04T01:50:45.350-07:00Alex - part2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Candysteffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08649197393355675085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365765472677430127.post-32430553238527469442014-07-03T23:11:00.002-07:002014-07-03T23:26:55.336-07:00Alex - part1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Candysteffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08649197393355675085noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365765472677430127.post-30001221712780747422014-07-03T20:31:00.000-07:002014-07-13T17:42:42.796-07:00New adventure begins!So...How to start;<br />
Well ...I'm Steffy and I'm a big fan of that sweety world which tg captions are.<br />
I've always been interested in feminization story, in any form!<br />
And with this page i'm going to give my small attempt, I'll just try to create captions, and maybe stories...why not, which I ever wanted to read.<br />
I'm not particularly interested to write in situations that could be really "hard" and...well...physical, if you know what I mean.<br />
I generally prefer write about the mental process of male feminization, about shame status of boys who are going to be girls, forcibly or not.<br />
Thus perhaps these pages will not affect many people; but this is a thing that I wanted to do from a long time.<br />
And yes, I'm not American or English and this isn't my language; but I've decided anyhow to write here in english because it's probably better in this community....<br />
so keep a little bit of patience with me and my future horrible grammar mistakes xD<br />
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And that's all;<br />
Stay tuned<br />
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Kisses,<br />
SteffyCandysteffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08649197393355675085noreply@blogger.com2