Chapter 1 – Justin Goes to Colorado

This year has already been challenging, and it’s only halfway through.

In February, my dad, Colin Harrison, my uncle Clay Travis, and my cousin Renee Travis died in a tragic traffic accident while returning from a ski trip in Breckenridge, Colorado. My mother Michelle, my sister Ashley, and I gathered in Lyons with Aunt Brenda for the funeral services to bury my uncle and cousin. Mom, Ashley, and I returned to Cincinnati to bury my dad.

After my graduation ceremony, I packed and drove from Cincinnati to Lyons, with a mid-trip overnight stop in Salina, Kansas. I arrived at the farm mid-afternoon on Tuesday, tired but happy to see my all-time favorite aunt. Aunt Brenda, in her mid-40s, stood about five feet six inches, with auburn hair tucked under a sun hat, wearing a sleeveless button-front blouse, denim skirt, and work boots. Her bosom was straining the buttons. What terrible thoughts from her nephew!

Aunt Brenda greeted me as I climbed out of my SUV with a big hug and kiss on my lips. "Justin. I'm so happy to see you. Yes, it’s been a tough adjustment to lose both Clay and Renee, and for you to lose your father, but we’ll carry on." I returned her hug and kiss. "Yes, Aunt Brenda, it’s been a challenge, but life continues. I'm happy to be here to help you in any way I can."

"Well, come on in and relax. We should have a drink to celebrate."

I unloaded my travel duffel and computer bag and followed Aunt Brenda into the house.

"You know where the guest bedroom and office are located. Meet me on the patio for an adult beverage."

I dropped my duffel on the bed and left my laptop bag in the office. I brought my cell phone with me to the patio. "I’ll can call Mom to let her know I’ve arrived."

"Great idea. I'm having a martini. What would you like to drink?"

"I could go for a martini as well."

While the drinks were being shaken, I contacted my mother and put the call on speaker.

"Hey, Justin! How are you doing? Did you get to Brenda's, okay?"

"Yes, Mom. I'm here waiting on my welcome martini!"

"Oh, for crying out loud. Here's your martini! How are you doing, Michelle?"

"Hey, Brenda. Good to hear from you. Ashley is at summer volleyball practice. How are you doing? What do you have planned for Justin this summer?"

"I’m doing fine. It’s been hard to adjust to both Clay and Renee not being here. Many in town have become closer friends than before. I’ve gotten involved with the community theatre and their upcoming Celtic Festival. We might also involve Justin.”

"Okay. I'm happy that Justin arrived safely. It’s time for me to start cooking dinner. Ashley will be starving when she gets home. Love you both. Keep me posted on your activities. Bye."

"Bye, Mom."

"Bye, Michelle. Give Ashley my love."

I disconnected the call, picked up my martini glass, and touched rims with my aunt. "Cheers! Here's to a wonderful summer!"

As we were relaxing with our martinis, an SUV pulled into the driveway and parked beside mine.

"Oh, this is Morgan. She has become a close friend after the funeral. I invited her to meet you and join us for dinner."

"Morgan! Come on through to the patio. What would you like to drink?"

"Thanks, Brenda. Whatever you're drinking will be fine."

Aunt Brenda retrieved the pitcher of martinis and poured another glass. Morgan came through the house and out to the patio.

Okay, I told you my aunt looks incredible with her deep red hair and stunning figure. Morgan could easily pass for a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit model! She looks to be mid-thirties, about five feet six, with a short shag blonde hairstyle. Her bosom is trying to escape from a strapless, form-fitting, black-and-white striped knit bodycon tube sundress and white sandals. As the saying goes, "All the standard equipment, all the optional extras, and packaged well."

Keep in mind, I’m a twenty-three-year-old guy looking at a mid-thirties sexpot. Yes, I had a raging hard-on! I stood to greet her and tried to maintain my composure. Making a subtle effort to appear calm, I dropped my left arm down to cover my crotch.

"Morgan, this is my nephew, Justin Harrison. Justin, this is Morgan Vance. She works at the library and is the Director of the Lyons Celtic Festival. Justin will be here for a few weeks, helping me update all the finance records after Clay and Renee died. We’re relaxing with martinis."

I extended my hand. "Very nice to meet you, Morgan."

Morgan let her eyes dart to my left wrist, smiled, and shook my hand. "Thanks, Justin. Nice to meet you as well."

"Have a seat. Here’s a martini."

We all sat, which was a relief for me, and touched the rims of our martini glasses. “Cheers!”

"I saw you with your mother and sister at the funeral service, but didn't get a chance to meet and talk with you."

"Maybe. I honestly don't remember. My mind was in a fog. If I hadn’t been in a swim meet that week, I would have come with Dad and gone skiing with them. Of course, had they been five minutes earlier or later, they would have missed the wreck. Hopefully, we can get to know each other while I'm here."

Chapter 2 – Now It Begins

“How are things progressing for the Celtic Festival?” asked Aunt Brenda.

"We might need another pitcher of martinis. Tiffany Martin was supposed to be a lady-in-waiting at the summer Celtic festival. Her daughter was in an accident and broke her leg. Tiffany told me today that she would be spending time in Gunnison with her daughter and taking care of her grandchildren. The festival is on Saturday. We already have her costume, and now I need to find a replacement."

"Well, that’s a problem. I'm already working the festival. What size is Tiffany?"

"Justin, please don't be offended. I just met you, but you’re about the same size as Tiffany. With your shoulder-length hair, you could be her twin."

"Are you suggesting that Justin stand in for Tiffany? Wearing a peasant dress?"

"Justin. I'm desperate. I promise no one will ever know. You won't have to say anything. I'll do anything. What’s your favorite drink? I'll buy you a bottle. Please!"

"Holy shit! We just met, and you want me to put on a dress for a festival. Aunt Brenda, I think I need another martini. Wow! Before I answer, what are our plans for dinner? I'm starving."

"We’re having a sheet pan dinner with kielbasa. Morgan, please help me in the kitchen. You can make the citrus-and-avocado salad. Justin, you can open a bottle of wine and set the table."

It didn't take long for Aunt Brenda and Morgan to prepare and serve dinner. I filled glasses with ice and water, and poured wine. While we were eating, the discussion turned to what it would take to get me in a dress.

"Did you ever play dress-up with your sister?" asked Aunt Brenda.

"No."

"Did you know your mother used to dress your uncle Clay when they were kids?"

"No."

"She used him as her own Barbie doll, calling him Carla. He admitted this to me while we were dating. We played dress-up from time to time, even allowing Renee to participate. She thought it was wonderful that her dad expressed a feminine persona."

"Wow. I never heard any of this."

"Have any of your girlfriends managed to get you to wear panties or a nightie?" asked Morgan.

"Once or twice, but nothing more than that."

"How did it make you feel? Was it exciting? How did you respond?" Morgan continued.

"It was very intense. And the sex we had was mind-blowing!"

"Would you allow Morgan and me to dress you up to see if you could be the lady-in-waiting?"

"Why do I have a feeling I really don't have much of a choice? What do you want me to do?"

"While you clean the kitchen, Morgan and I will gather some clothes from Renee's closet and meet you upstairs. Renee was about the same size as you, so her clothes should fit. It doesn't appear that you have much body hair, but what you have will need to be removed."

"I was on the swim team, so we kept our bodies hairless. What am I getting myself into? Okay. Go get started, and I’ll clean the kitchen."

After cleaning the kitchen and starting the dishwasher, I went upstairs to meet Aunt Brenda and Morgan. They were in Renee’s room picking out an outfit for me to model.

Aunt Brenda led me into the guest bedroom with a pair of lace panties and a half-slip. “Just relax. No one else is going to see you. Get undressed and put these on.”

“Are we sure we need to do this? Couldn’t I be another character?”

“Don’t be silly. We need to see what you look like as a girl. If you aren’t passible, we’ll have to do something different.” She left me with the half-slip and panties.

I sat on the bed to remove my shoes and socks, then my shirt and shorts, and finally my briefs. I pulled on the panties, which caused me to become very aroused. I moved my penis to one side, so it wasn’t peeking out of the waistband. The half-slip helped to hide the bulge. I went to Renee’s room, where Aunt Brenda and Morgan had laid out several different outfits on the bed.

“Lie down on your back.” Morgan smeared some clear fluid on a pair of breast forms and positioned them on my chest.

“Hold these for a minute to let the glue set,” she instructed.

“Glue? How long does this stuff last?”

“Not to worry, we can use adhesive remover, or not.” She giggled.

After a few minutes, Aunt Brenda came to me with a bra. “Sit up and hold out your arms.” She pulled the bra to my shoulders, fitted it to the breast forms, and fastened it in the back. “We’re in luck. You’re the same size as Renee. For future reference, you wear a 38-C bra. Those breasts look appropriate for your body size. Have a seat at the vanity.”

The breast forms gave me a lifelike bosom.

Morgan started painting my toenails, then fingernails with a shimmering pink polish. When she finished with the nail polish, she began working with my shoulder-length hair. Aunt Brenda started applying makeup.

“Hold still so you don’t smudge your polish. Your nails look perfect. Close your eyes so I can color your lids. Morgan, that hairdo is wonderful.”

When they completed their tasks, I was handed a green sweater dress to wear. The buttons were backward, so Morgan helped. Aunt Brenda put a pair of low heels for me to step into.

“You look fabulous. Look in the mirror. Even though we just transformed you, I can’t see anything that would give you away. How do you feel?” asked Aunt Brenda.

“This is certainly a new experience for me. I don’t even recognize myself. I need a drink and a minute to think about this.”

“Very well. Take short steps. Walk slowly, especially when going down the stairs. What would you like to drink? A martini, wine, or Bourbon?”

“This calls for Bourbon.”

Morgan led me down the stairs and out to the patio. Aunt Brenda brought out an ice bucket, a bottle of Bourbon, and highball glasses. She poured three drinks.

“For our first time, I think Morgan and I did a marvelous job. We can work on walking and mannerisms later. You really do look quite fabulous. Cheers!”

We sipped our drinks. Looking at my glass with lipstick on the rim caused me to smile.

“We can’t call you Justin. How about Jessica? Would that be acceptable?” asked Morgan.

“I can’t think of any reason to object. I’m still very confused about all of this.”

“Please stand over here by the wall. I want to get a picture,” Aunt Brenda requested.

“You aren’t going to post that on social media, are you?”

“No. This is to document where we started.”

“I certainly hope you’ll help me by standing in for Tiffany. I have no idea what I’ll do if you don’t do this. Rest assured that I’ll never betray who you are. If there is anything I can do to repay you, just let me know,” added Morgan.

Anything? I can think of a few “payments” I would enjoy. I said nothing!

“I’m still processing this. I feel very comfortable. It does feel very erotic.”

“Walk around a little to get used to the heels. Once you’re comfortable, we’ll try higher ones.”

I walked back and forth, getting used to the heels as well as my bosom bouncing.

“You’re doing fine. Stand up straight, head back. Lead with those boobs. Take small steps. Put one foot in front of the other.” Suggested Morgan.

Aunt Brenda went back into the house while I continued my exercise. She returned with a pair of pumps. “Try these on and see how they fit.”

I switched to three-inch heels and started walking again. These took a little more practice.

“Those look great on you.” Added Morgan.

I walked around the patio a couple of times, then returned to the table for my drink.

“You’re doing a great job walking in heels. Don’t try to elongate your stride.” Suggested Aunt Brenda.

It’s now eight in the evening. After a long day of driving and a stressful afternoon of being dressed, I’m exhausted. “I think I’ve had enough excitement for today. What else do you have planned?”

“In the morning, I’ll bring the costume to see if it fits. We can go over what you’re supposed to do as a lady in waiting.”

We finished our drinks. Morgan gave me a big hug, meshing her breasts with my breast forms, and kissed me on the lips. As she hugged me, I knew she felt my erection. I returned both the hug and the kiss. “Thank you. That felt wonderful.”

“Thank you. I hope you’ll enjoy being Jessica.” Morgan smiled and left.

Aunt Brenda and I went back upstairs to the bathroom. She helped me remove makeup and undress. She went to Renee’s room and returned with a powder pink nightie. “You can wear this, Jessica.”

The nightie had an underwire bra. I slipped the nightie on, fitting my new boobs into the cups. “That fits you perfectly. Good night, sweetie. See you in the morning. And you don’t have to call me Aunt anymore, just Brenda. There are several outfits on Renee’s bed for you to wear tomorrow.” She kissed me and left, closing the door behind her.

I crawled under the covers and, surprisingly, went to sleep almost immediately.

Chapter 3 – I’m Now Jessica

I woke as the sunlight lit up the room, confused about where I was and why I was wearing a nightie with breast forms. Then I remembered everything from yesterday. What has happened? How will my relationship with my aunt change?

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I started to take a shower, then remembered I would need clothes. With the attached breast forms, I would need a bra. I went to Renee’s bedroom and saw several bra-and-panty sets, along with multiple dresses, skirts, and blouses, on the bed. I selected a matching white lace bra and panties. I decided to wear the same green sweater dress and three-inch heels from yesterday.

After a shower, I shaved and dressed. Brenda would need to do my hair and makeup. Smelling coffee and bacon, I went down to the kitchen, where Brenda was fixing breakfast. She was wearing a form-fitting purple knit top that accentuated her amazing breasts, with a denim skirt. “Good morning, Miss Jessica. Hope you slept comfortably. You look great. I’ll do your makeup and style your hair after we eat.”

“Thanks, Aunt, er, Brenda. With these attached breast forms, I might as well wear a dress.”

“Yes. I think a dress looks good on you.”

We sat at the kitchen table for breakfast. When we finished, I cleaned the kitchen. Brenda had me sit at the vanity in the master bedroom while she brushed my hair and applied makeup. “Go look in the mirror and see what you think.”

Looking in the mirror, there’s no way anyone would see Justin. Jessica is very beautiful.

“Thanks. You did a wonderful job. No one would ever know I’m Justin.”

“You make such a pretty young lady. I’ll teach you to apply your own makeup. Morgan will be here in a few minutes. I hope the costume fits.”

I practiced walking in three-inch heels around the house. Brenda watched and complimented my progress. Morgan arrived, bringing a clothing bag. As yesterday, she was a picture of beauty. Today she was wearing a blue sleeveless top with a deep V-neck, showing lots of cleavage. Her white walking shorts fit very well. Yes, I was excited to see her!

“Good morning, Morgan. Come on in. Would you like some coffee?”

“Good morning, Brenda and Jessica. Sure, I’ll take a cup. Jessica, you look beautiful. How are you doing walking in heels?”

“Good morning, Morgan. Thanks. Brenda did my hair and makeup, and she’s been helping me adjust to walking in heels. I’m feeling somewhat comfortable.”

“I brought the peasant dress, a push-up corset, an outer corset, a flower headdress, and stockings. Come over to the sofa and get undressed.”

I’m not sure I can get undressed in front of Morgan without embarrassing myself. This dress has a full skirt, which hides my erection. I slipped off my heels and unbuttoned the dress. When I took it off and draped it across the sofa, my panties were tented.

“Well! Are you happy to see me?” giggled Morgan.

“Actually, yes, I’m very happy to see you.”

“We need to get you into your costume. Take off your bra, and I’ll help you into this push-up corset to put your boobs on display. There are attached garters to hold up stockings.”

Morgan helped me into the corset, lacing the back until I could barely breathe. She handed me the stockings. “Bunch the stockings and roll them up your leg.”

I sat in a chair and rolled each stocking up to my thigh. “You might want to pull your panties down before attaching the garters. It will be much easier to go to the bathroom.”

“I don’t think I can pull my panties down with you standing there.”

“Oh, you silly boy. I’ve seen naked men before. I’ll go get my coffee while you attach the garters.” Morgan went back to the kitchen.

I pulled my panties to my knees, attached the garters, and pulled my panties back on.

“Okay. I’m somewhat decent again.”

“That’s a relief.” She laughed. “Step into your pumps.” She pulled the peasant dress over my head. The fitted bosom was low cut, off the shoulder, and my boobs were on display. She fitted an outer under-bust leather corset and tied it tight, then placed a headdress of flowers on my head. Luckily, the skirt was full, so I didn’t need to worry about having an erection.

“You look fantastic. This dress fits you perfectly. Go take a look in the mirror.”

As yesterday, when I was first dressed, you would never know Justin was in the picture.

“I’m amazed. I don’t even recognize myself. I doubt my own mother would recognize me.”

“Stay right there. Let me take a picture.” Brenda took a couple of pictures, added Morgan to the setting, and took some more. “I’m going to send these to your mother.” Brenda sent a text message to Michelle with the attached pictures and a message, “Justin is going to be in the Celtic Festival as Jessica. Morgan is the Festival Director and helped with the transformation.”

A few minutes later, her phone rang. It was Mom. Brenda put her phone on speaker. “Jessica is beautiful. I love the flower headdress. You two did a great job dressing Justin. Did he object much?”

Brenda replied, “We think Jessica will be wonderful at the festival. Justin’s more confused than anything, but Morgan coerced him into cooperating.”

“Keep me posted on her progress. I’m sure Ashley will be excited.”

“I’m doomed. Thanks, Aunt Brenda. I thought you weren’t going to tell anyone. Now my mother and sister are never going to let me live this down.”

“Just take it easy, Miss Jessica. You might even come to enjoy this,” replied Mom.

“You girls have a good day. I’m off to the office. Keep me posted on your progress.”

“Bye, Mom.”

“Bye, Michelle.” Brenda hung up the call.

“Practice walking. The corset will force you to have an upright posture. Take small steps. Don’t get in a hurry,” instructed Brenda.

I walked around the house, out to the patio, and back. Morgan and Brenda were monitoring and complimenting my adjustment. It felt good to have a bosom. I’m glad the dress hid my erection. Mentally, I’m completely confused and conflicted. I shouldn’t feel this way. I could learn to like being Jessica.

“Time for me to get to work. Jessica, you look beautiful, as I knew you would. Let me see your phone, and I’ll add my phone number.”

Morgan and I swapped phones to exchange numbers.

“Today is Wednesday. The festival is on Saturday. Here’s the script for the play with your part highlighted. Don’t hesitate to call if you have any questions.” As yesterday, Morgan gave me a big hug, pressing our breasts together, and I knew she again felt my erection with her hip. She smiled knowingly and kissed me deeply. I returned the hug and the kiss.

“Wearing this dress, I can’t do any outside work. I’ll get started on the financial files.”

“That’ll be fine. I can handle feeding the chickens and collecting the eggs. A neighbor now owns the cows, so they graze on their own. You look beautiful. Go upstairs and get started.” Brenda gave me a big hug, also meshing our breasts. She also felt my erection and smiled, giving me a big kiss.

I picked up the dress and bra I had worn earlier and returned them to Renee’s room. In years past, I had helped Uncle Clay with some of the financial records, so I knew where to find everything. After working for about three hours, Brenda came upstairs to tell me that lunch was ready. We sat on the patio and dined on tuna fish sandwiches, potato chips, and iced tea.

“You look great in that dress. How do you feel?”

“I’m comfortable wearing the dress and walking in the pumps. It’s erotic having a bosom. Thank you for doing such a wonderful job with my hair and makeup. I could get used to being Jessica.”

“I do hope you’ll enjoy being Jessica. How are you doing with the financials? Is there anything I need to help you find?”

“Uncle Clay had everything very well organized. Nothing out of the ordinary. Very similar to the reports I’ve been doing for Dad in years past.”

I returned to the office and continued working on the financial records, bringing them up to date since February. Late afternoon, Brenda came upstairs and suggested it was time for dinner.

“You should take off the costume and corset, put on a dress, and we’ll go out for dinner.”

“I’m not sure I’ll be comfortable in public.”

“No one looking at you will have any idea you’re not Jessica. Get changed, and I’ll freshen your makeup. I’ll call Morgan to see if she wants to join us.”

I went into Renee’s room, removed the headdress, three-inch heels, peasant dress, stockings, and corset. I put on a bra, a navy V-neck floral dress, and two-inch-heeled sandals.

Brenda brushed my hair and let me freshen my lips. She drove us to La Mariposa Mexican Restaurant in downtown Lyons. Morgan pulled into the parking area behind us.

“Hello, Miss Jessica. You certainly look lovely this afternoon.” She gave me a soft kiss on my lips.

“Thank you, Miss Morgan.”

“And how is Miss Brenda?”

“We’re doing fine. Jessica has been practicing walking in pumps and working on the financial records. She was hesitant to come out in public, but I assured her no one would know.”

“Absolutely. You have no reason to be concerned. Just relax and enjoy dinner.”

We went inside, were seated in a booth, ordered a pitcher of margaritas, and dinner.

A mid-forties lady came to our booth. “Hello, Morgan. Hi Brenda. Great to see you both. We’re looking forward to the Celtic Festival on Saturday. Very sorry to hear that Tiffany won’t be able to participate.”

“Great to see you, Teri. This is Brenda’s niece, Jessica. She’ll be standing in for Tiffany.”

“That’s wonderful. Such a pretty young lady. Where do you live, Jessica? What brings you to Lyons?”

“I’m from Cincinnati. Here for a few weeks to help Aunt Brenda clean up the financials after Uncle Clay and Renee died.”

“Yes. That was horrible. It’s great that you can fill in for Tiffany. Nice to meet you. Look forward to seeing you on Saturday.” Teri left.

“See. She had no clue,” stated Brenda.

“Thank you. I’m still a little nervous.”

We enjoyed an uneventful dinner and returned home. Brenda made a pitcher of martinis, and we sat on the patio watching the sunset. After we finished the martinis, we went in and cleaned the kitchen.

Chapter 4 – Relationship Changes

Brenda hugged me and asked. “Would you like to sleep with me tonight?”

I was flabbergasted. “Okay. Let me get undressed, and I’ll come to your bedroom.”

I had to rationalize that Brenda is not a blood relative. Her husband was my mother’s brother. She’s an incredibly attractive recent widow, in her mid-forties. Having lost both her husband and only child, she’s probably awfully lonely.

I went upstairs, removed my dress and bra. Scrubbed off makeup and slipped on the powder pink nightie from last night. Downstairs to the master bedroom. Brenda was already in bed, with the covers on one side folded open for me to join her.

She immediately began kissing and fondling me. I began exploring, first her breasts, then working my way to her crotch. She wasn’t wearing any panties, so I began playing with her clit. She responded by caressing my penis. I slid down and began licking her clit until she convulsed with a massive orgasm. She pulled me up into a hug, quivering.

“Thank you. Thank you. It’s been too long since I’ve had an orgasm that intense. Please. Just hold me for a minute.”

We cuddled. Brenda drifted to sleep. I relaxed and drifted to sleep as well.

The next morning, I woke and snuggled with Brenda. Oh, my goodness. What has happened? How will I reconcile my relationship with my aunt? Brenda stirred and hugged me. “Thank you. Last night was wonderful. I didn’t do anything to satisfy you. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

Brenda got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and returned. “Now, I’ll take care of you.”

She flipped my nightie out of the way, pulled off my panties, and started giving me a blowjob. Once I was rigid, she stopped, mounted me, and began pumping until I exploded. “How was that, Miss Jessica?”

“That was wonderful. Will I be sleeping with you from now on?”

“I would like that. No one else needs to know. Will you be okay with that?”

“No problem that I can think of right now. I’m still totally confused about being Jessica, but I think I like it. Oddly enough, it feels good to have a bosom.”

“You look beautiful as Jessica. I think I like her better than Justin. Go get dressed. I’ll show you how to do your hair and makeup. After breakfast, we can work on your part in the festival.”

I retrieved my panties and went upstairs to Renee’s room to select my lingerie and dress for the day. I chose a grey empire-waist A-line dress. After a shower, I shaved and got dressed. Down in the kitchen, Brenda was wearing a deep-V-neck pink knit top that showed lots of cleavage, paired with white mid-thigh walking shorts.

“That top is fabulous. Really displaying your boobs.”

“Thanks, Jessica. You’re welcome to enjoy the scenery. That dress looks great on you.”

We ate breakfast, cleaned the kitchen, and Brenda sat me at her vanity. She started with a brush and showed me how to shape my hair. Next was a lesson in applying makeup, starting with a very light coat of foundation, mascara, powder, and blush. I closed one eye while she applied eye shadow, then the other, followed by eyeliner. My lips were outlined with lip liner and filled with lip gloss. When she was done, a very beautiful young lady looked back from the mirror.

“Wow. As before, I don’t even recognize myself. It’s amazing what you do with a little makeup.”

“Yes, sweetie. These are some of the tricks of being female. You’ll learn to do your own. With the V-neck on that dress, you need a necklace. Renee had a complete collection. Let’s go find something for you to wear.”

We went upstairs, and Brenda selected a necklace. “You’ll also need to get your ears pierced so you can wear earrings. We can take care of that tomorrow.”

We went back to the kitchen table and started reading through the script for the play. Morgan had highlighted my parts. They mostly involve movement around the stage, with just a few lines of dialogue in response to a question from another cast member. This shouldn’t be too difficult. It mainly means standing and looking like a peasant girl.

After we read through the script a couple of times, I went upstairs to continue updating the financials. Brenda came upstairs to tell me lunch was served. We sat on the patio with ham and cheese sandwiches, chips, and iced tea.

“How are you doing with the financials?”

“Did Uncle Clay discuss any investment details with you?”

“No. He told me we were financially secure. I have a checkbook and debit card for grocery shopping. Clay monitored the balance and transferred money when needed. I deposited both life insurance policy payments into that checking account, so it should be well-funded. Renee paid more attention to the details. She mirrored some of his stock trades in her own portfolio.”

“Did they ever mention a Barrick Mining Corporation?”

“Not that I remember. Why?”

“Barrick is a Canadian gold mining corporation. Uncle Clay had a sizeable investment in the stock for several years. The price of gold is now near an all-time high. With the dividends being reinvested, the value of that holding has grown significantly. You’re a millionaire. Renee also invested in the same stock. Her portfolio is nearing a million dollars. You need to see a lawyer to get her portfolio transferred to your name.”

“Are you certain? I’m in shock. I had no idea.”

“Yes. I’m positive the investment in Barrick is worth over a million dollars today. Other investments have also done quite well. I’ll put together a summary when I finish.”

“Wow. Oh, my goodness, that reminds me. I need to meet with our lawyer to rewrite our trust and will paperwork. I don’t have any siblings. Renee was to get everything. Michelle, you and Ashley are now my only relatives.”

I went back to the office and continued working. Brenda went to the kitchen and started preparing dinner. Late afternoon, I went downstairs to the kitchen. Brenda was chopping a salad. I hugged her from behind, nuzzled her neck, and caressed her breasts.

“Oh, Jessica. That feels wonderful. You’d better stop, or we won’t have dinner. Set the table and open a bottle of wine. We’re having a salad, meatloaf with sauteed mushrooms, mashed potatoes, and green beans. After dinner, martinis on the patio.”

I gave one more squeeze and started setting the table. When that was completed, I made a pitcher of martinis and put it in the refrigerator.

We dined, cleaned the kitchen, and headed to the patio. I brought the pitcher and two glasses. “Cheers! It’s been a great day. Here’s to a wonderful evening.” We clicked our glasses. “Oh, sweetie. The evening has only just begun. We’re going to have a wonderful time.”

We finished the pitcher of martinis, rinsed the pitcher and glasses, and prepared for bed. I went upstairs to undress, scrub off my makeup, and put on my nightie. I went to the master bedroom, where Brenda was already in bed.

We were both aroused. Her nipples were distended, and my penis was rigid. I began caressing her clitoris while suckling her nipples. She fondled my penis and rotated to give me a blowjob. I shifted and began eating her pussy. We climaxed at the same time.

Brenda gave me a deep kiss, feeding me a full load of cum. I swallowed. “You’re wonderful. You’re getting good at swallowing cum. Maybe one day you’ll give someone a blowjob and get cum from the source.”

“Are you saying I should give some guy a blowjob? I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

“Sweetie. As beautiful as you are, you’ll certainly find yourself pleasuring a man.”

“Wow. How things have progressed in the last two days. First was getting me into a dress for a festival, and then having sex with you. Now you think Jessica should give some guy a blowjob.”

“I think it could happen.” Brenda began caressing my penis again. I became aroused. When she felt I was rigid, she mounted and rode me to another climax. “How was that, Miss Jessica?”

“Brenda, you’re fantastic. Maybe I should stay here instead of going back to Cincinnati.”

“Oh, I doubt your mother would allow that. I don’t think she would approve of us sleeping together, either.”

We snuggled and drifted to sleep.

Chapter 5 – Festival Preparation

We woke together. She hugged me. “I enjoyed last night. I hope you did as well.”

“Absolutely. You’re wonderful. I was certainly satisfied.”

We got out of bed. I went upstairs to select an outfit for today. I found a cute mauve shirt-dress that went well with three-inch pumps. I wanted to practice with the higher heels today. After a shower and shave, I dressed and returned to the master bedroom. Brenda was at her vanity doing her hair and makeup.

“Just a minute. I’ll let you do your hair and makeup today.”

When Brenda finished, I sat at the vanity and started brushing my hair. Brenda suggested parting down the middle with clips above my ears. I did a decent job applying makeup. Brenda only added a little more color to my eye shadow.

“You did a fantastic job with your hair and your makeup. One thing we’ve missed. You need earrings. We can go to Snyder Jewelers in Longmont. Carissa can pierce your ears.”

We fixed breakfast and cleaned the kitchen. Brenda led me up to Renee’s bedroom and found a purse that matched my pumps. “Put your wallet in here with this lip gloss.” She drove us to the jewelry store in Longmont.

“Hello, Brenda. Great to see you. How are you doing today? And who is this beautiful young lady?” We were greeted by a mid-forties-looking lady with a name tag reading: “Carissa.”

“Good morning, Carissa. We’re doing great. This is my niece, Jessica. She needs her ears pierced. She’s going to participate in the Lyons Celtic Festival tomorrow.”

“No problem. Welcome, Jessica. Please come over and have a seat. While I get my tool, Brenda can pick out a pair of earrings for you.”

I sat as instructed. Brenda looked through the collection of earrings. “I think you need some dangly earrings for the festival.” She picked out a pair as Carissa returned.

“Yes. Those will be beautiful.” Carissa punched holes in my earlobes and inserted the earrings.

She rang up the sale. I presented my credit card. She looked at the name and smiled. “Well, that explains why a beautiful young lady your age didn’t already have her ears pierced.” She chuckled. “You look lovely. Please come back if you need any more jewelry.”

“Thanks,” I responded.

She processed the transaction, and we left.

“She had no clue until you gave her your credit card. You’re a beautiful young lady, and there’s no reason for anyone to think otherwise.”

We returned to Lyons. Brenda took us to the library. We went in and found Morgan.

“Hello, Morgan. How are you doing today?”

“Hey, Brenda and Jessica. Great to see you. Jessica, you look stunning. I love your dress. You’d better not walk down the street. You’ll get propositioned in nothing flat!”

“Thanks. You look pretty good yourself!”

“We went to Longmont to get her ears pierced. I told Jessica she might get approached.”

“I love those dangles. They’ll look great with the costume. Of course, any guy who sees her would be interested. I see you’re wearing three-inch heels. Are you having any issues?”

“No. I’m getting pretty comfortable walking in them. I think I’ll be okay tomorrow.”

“I forgot to tell you. After the festival tomorrow, the cast and crew will be celebrating at my house. There will be burgers, brats, beer, and wine. All paid for by the Festival Committee.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready for a group meeting. What if someone discovers I’m not really Jessica?”

“One more time. You have nothing to worry about. No one will have any idea that you aren’t as advertised. Besides, this is Boulder County, the most liberal area in the state.”

“Okay, if you insist. We’ll see you tomorrow at ten o’clock.”

Morgan hugged Brenda and me. We returned home for leftover meatloaf and after-dinner martinis. After we cleaned the kitchen, we undressed, scrubbed off makeup, and went to bed. When I entered the master bedroom, Brenda was already in bed.

“I have a surprise for you tonight.” She announced.

“Really? What would that be?”

She flipped the covers off to show a realistic-looking strap-on dildo. “I think you’ll enjoy this.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Start by giving me a blowjob. Suck gently and use your tongue.”

I kissed her and moved down to take the dildo in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head, then began slowly taking a little more into my mouth with each downward motion. “You’re doing great.” After pumping back and forth for a few moments, Brenda began to buck her hips, driving the dildo even deeper down my throat. I continued sucking until Brenda pushed me off. “Are you sure you never gave a blowjob before?”

“No. This is another experience you’ve introduced me to. What’s next?”

“Take off your panties and get on all fours.”

I obeyed. Brenda lubed her fingers with KY jelly and probed my anus. Another first!

“How does that feel?”

“I’m okay. Never been down this road before.”

She gently pushed the dildo into my anus. It was uncomfortable at first, but it actually became pleasant after the initial penetration. Brenda pumped in and out, gently at first, then more aggressively. It didn’t take long before I climaxed and collapsed with the dildo still inside me.

“How was that, Miss Jessica? Do you feel like a woman now?”

“That was intense. After the initial penetration, yes, it felt good.”

“I’m glad you liked it. We can do this again. I’ll bet you would enjoy the real thing sometime.”

“You think I should give a blowjob and get fucked by a man?”

“Yes, dear. You’re way too beautiful not to attract men.”

Oh, my goodness. What have we done? Where will all this lead? I thought to myself.

Brenda removed the dildo and strap-on harness. I went to the bathroom and brought a damp cloth to wipe the cum off the sheets. We snuggled together, kissing before drifting to sleep.

Chapter 6 – Festival Time

We woke still cuddling together. Brenda began fondling my penis as we kissed. When I was rigid, she rolled me onto my back and mounted me, riding until I climaxed.

“Good morning, Miss Jessica. Was that good for you?”

“Waking with you is a dream come true, Miss Brenda.”

“Did you enjoy last night?”

“Yes. As you said, we can do that again.”

“Good. I’m glad you liked it. Time to get moving. We have to be at the park before ten.”

We kissed. I went up to the bathroom, took a shower, and shaved very closely. I put on panties and took the under-corset down to have Brenda lace me up. “Go ahead and get dressed. I’ll help you with your hair and makeup. We want you to look perfect today.” I kissed her again.

Back upstairs, I rolled the stockings up my legs, removed my panties, attached the garters, and pulled my panties back up. I slipped on the costume dress, stepped into three-inch heels, and inserted dangle earrings. Downstairs, Brenda was making breakfast. After we ate and cleaned the kitchen, Brenda sat me at her vanity.

“I’m going to braid your hair to look more like a peasant woman. Your makeup will be a little more dramatic, with rouge on your cheekbones, and plump lips.”

When Brenda finished with my hair and makeup, she wrapped the leather outer corset in place and tied it tight, then she pinned the flower headdress to my hair. We drove to the Planet Bluegrass facility. Morgan looked fabulous in a low-cut peasant dress, showing plenty of cleavage. She was getting everything organized. “Good morning, Miss Morgan. You look gorgeous in that dress. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Thanks, and good morning, Jessica and Brenda. You both look beautiful. Brenda, your ticket station is set up, so you can start collecting money. Jessica, you can go backstage and meet the other cast members.”

I went behind the stage area and met ten others. One man was wearing a crown, so I guessed he was the king. I introduced myself. “Hi. I’m Jessica, Brenda’s niece. I’m standing in for Tiffany. Morgan gave me a copy of the script.”

“Welcome, Jessica. I’m Robert, and the lead in this play. You’ll be eye candy, and you’re doing a fine job already. You can wait here until your cue. Morgan will be back here directing. She’ll tell you when to go onstage.”

Morgan came backstage. The play started. When it was time for me to go onstage, Morgan gave me a wave. I went onstage and answered when I was asked a question. The play lasted for about an hour. The entire cast went to take a bow. Brenda was standing in front of the stage, taking pictures of everyone. She took a couple extras of just me. Morgan thanked everyone and reminded us to meet at her house for burgers and brats.

*** To Be Continued ***