How nice it is to be back in South Africa. I am visiting St. Bernadette’s School For Gurls here, where I serve as a school governor. I am also taking the opportunity to help out in the school, as a lot of the staff have been effected by Covid.
I do hope this is finding you well. If you’re being good for your auntie you’ll be taking a few precautions, wearing a mask as well as a nice pair of frilly panties. You know I like all my nephews to be well presented. If you’ve not bought any yet, perhaps you should check out my page of goodies. Have a look and see if there’s something suitable for you there. I think you’d look just delicious being a good gurl for me!
All the pupils here are out playing sports in the spring sunshine today. I do love it when they are out playing fields, and I get out my buns to give them all a treat between games. It’s so good to see them all playing together. I watched one of our most promising pupils, Amanda, beating off the competition to win the long jump. What a sight.
I do my best to keep all the scores tallied.
“Oh, auntie! You’re so good, always getting them down for us,” said Amanda just today, with a little snigger. I can’t think what she found so funny.
I am going to share a little secret with you. I
just love to dress my nephews. Actually, anyone for that matter. I know it’s a
little shocking, but that’s just the kind of girl I am.
The first time I do so is usually for punishment of some sort. Perhaps a transgression,
either real or imagines, but I have the excuse. I usually do something like
tell them that to learn respect they must wear something of my daughters – perhaps
these lovely pink panties that I have conveniently to hand. An hour or so of
that will give them the chance to consider their misdemeanors properly.
I hand them some silk lacy panties from a draw of
her things which I’ve kept since she moved out to go to university. They take
them, looking nervous, and then always look at me with those big eyes of the
totally subservient. I’ve done this many times though. They will find no pity there. I know precisely
what I am doing.
They take them, usually a little unsure, and then one of two things happen. Either they take them and run upstairs and put them on or they drop their pants and slip out of their underwear and slide them on.
I will then generally tell them to pull up their
pants and that I will let them know when they can change back. Of course, I
have a terrible memory and promptly forget. Or so they think.
The next time I decide to do this I will usually
insist they wear tights as well. I have several pairs pink and white tights,
they look very girly. I do so love the way they look. I can usually tell that
my nephews are a little excited by the prospect.
The second time I rarely go very much further, preferring
the poor little scamps to get used to it. And they do. I have sent the little monsters to my
daughters room as a punishment before, only to surprise them after a few
minutes and find them trying on her skirts or a blouse.
By the third time it’s usually evident that they’re
not only excited by the prospect, but secretly craving it. That’s usually when
I insist on calling them by a nice feminine name. Gerald becomes Geraldine, or Jeanie.
Phillip becomes Phillipa or Pippa. I know they love that. The blush on their
cheek tells me so.
I do wonder what these little seedlings will grow to be. I do know that they will bring great pleasure to their friends, though. And in the end, isn’t that what it’s all about?
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As summer gently shimmys toward the exit door, and fall gets in the queue to get into the club of the passing year, we’re slowly seeing the weather change. Even Auntie Kittie has started wearing a sweater now and then, a matter of considerable relief to Max, who types up her material.
“Max is such a dear,” she said the other day. “I’m so grateful he’s so good at putting it in. He’s so thorough.” and then added as an after thought,”… and so quick.”
The poor 20 year old lamb goes the color of a beetroot when he’s embarrassed, and Auntie Kittie will say such things in front of Sylvester and Mistress Meg. And it was Sylvester and Meg who were sitting at my kitchen table this very morning. Sylvester was telling us how in these troubled times we should all be finding ways to lift our spirits. Instead of worrying about the Corona Virus we should be reaching deeply within ourselves and fostering our creativity. Meg was a little skeptical.
I’ve been doing that very thing myself. I’ve been doing a little embroidery, making some of my jeans look a little more feminine by adding a few little designs. It’s really very simple and gives even the most masculine of trousers a nice feminine touch. If you’d like to change your favorite dungarees from the farm yard, or even the ones you wear when cleaning out the slag from the iron foundry this will do just the trick. Even your most stylish denim pants can be personalised and uplifted – and we could all use a personalised uplifting of our denim clad butts, I’m sure you’ll agree.
I leaned over the kitchen table and turned to Sylvester and said, “What do you think of this?”
Sylvester looked at my jeans as I did so, and said, “That’s really very impressive. I think I should enter you.”
“Sylvester, I…” but before I could speak he went on, as Meg looked on, arms folded and unimpressed.
“I should enter you in the embroidery competition. It’s part of the end of summer cultural fair at the recreation center.”
“Oh, really I don’t think so,” I said. “Most of the people entering are really rather older than I am. They’re quite a conservative lot. I’m really not sure what they’d make of me. I can imagine it would be like that poor South African athlete who they didn’t believe was a woman.”
Sylvester looked a little doubtful. “No, I don’t think it would be like that.”
Anyway that’s what I’m doing. Sylvester tells me he’s working on a book. The Complete Idiot’s Guide To Being A Complete Idiot. A catchy title.
“Are you writing it or reading it?” muttered Meg, ever the acerbic wit.
It turns out that half the people in this competition I’m now entered in are young arts students. I thought they’d all be doddery old buffers like Auntie Kittie’s father, who’s staying with her rather than going into a care home. These days that seems a rather good idea. The old fellow is about 150 years old and sits smiling looking into the far horizon. He seems a kindly old fellow, though the dementia is quite complete and he has little idea of what’s going on. He seems cheerful, though.
I said to Auntie Kittie, the other day when I was round there, “He looks like he’s fondly remembering the things he used to do when he was a young man.”
She frowned and agreed.
“Yes, you’re probably right. He’s remembering flying aeroplanes and bombing Germany. He’s always been a belligerent old bugger.”
I suppose we all have our own journeys.
Have a safe, socially distanced week. The Republican convention should provide a few laughs this week… urgh, I can hardly wait.
“But what is it, Fiona,” she said down the phone this
morning. “Why don’t I come over and you can explain it to me? I keep hearing
about it on the wireless.”
Yes, that’s actually what she said, ‘the wireless’. I told
her not to worry, but to listen to her gramophone rather than the news.
That really does sort of miss the point. I have to say that
for each person failing to do use social distancing we can expect this to last
just a little longer. So, there is a bit of an incentive to get it right. Also,
if you have an elderly parent, and you want there to be a respirator for them
should they get this thing, well, there’s your incentive right there. It works
and reduces the loading on the healthcare system.
Auntie Kittie is a conundrum. While baffled by even the technology to operate a doorbell, she is the only person in my regular circle who understands how to use a Norwegian wine bottle opener I have. It’s an electric device, ergonomically designed and as far as I can make out, entirely unusable. You could die of thirst in a desert with this thing it’s so complicated, and yet she figured it out and had a bottle opened and poured before I’d finished explaining to her that no one knew how to use it.
For those of you who regularly do follow the events here in
Huckleberry Close, you might already have guessed that Sylvester actually does
have a hazmat suit. I sent him over earlier to get Auntie Kitties phone and
bring it back here so Max could install Whatsapp on it. That didn’t go so well.
I had no idea a phone this old could even connect to a wireless network.
Frankly I should be grateful it didn’t have a wire and a rotary dial.
Eventually Max called her and asked if she had a tablet, to
which she replied she would look in the medicine cabinet and I think the phone
got cut off after that.
Some of my neighbours are looking concerned seeing Sylvester
walking up and down Huckleberry close in a hazmat suit. I think I’d better put
the kettle on and make tea. It’s going to be a trying day.
Now, I’m not going to give you medical advice or any more COVID19 news. There’s other sources for that. I would recommend middle of the road reporting such as Apnews.com, BBC , Axios and CBC . These are actual news sites and not entertainment sites. If you believe anything you see on Fox News you pretty well deserve everything you get, I’m sorry to say. That might be a case of Darwinian evolution in practice. All I can say is, don’t be a covidiot.
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I am so happy to have my niece staying with me over reading
break from the University. Her parents have taken off for a few weeks to the
sun, and I have been positively delighted to have her come and visit for a few
Perhaps you can imagine, she appeared on my doorstep like a lost waif, with hardly any clothes and she’s here for a week. Naturally, the first thing I did was take her off for a shopping expedition to try and get her looking like a woman, rather than a car accident. Really, I just don’t understand this whole ‘ripped jeans’ thing. Far better that she learn to wear something more enticing.
These warm spring evenings are a delight in Montreal. We’re seeing tourists arrive, and the city sheds the cold clothes of the winter and everyone starts to look fresh and excited about the onset of the warm weather.
On evenings like this it’s not unusual for me to pop over and see Fiona, just as I did yesterday evening. I did so to find a small gathering of people in her back garden all enjoying a few drinks and at Fiona’s invitation I joined the friendly party.
“If I were you, Max,” I said, “I would slide my shaft in here…”
I’d sat down at the garden table where a few of us were playing scrabble. Max looked across the table at me and blushed. I can’t think why.
Auntie Kitties approved clothes for her naughty nephews.
So many times I am asked, "can I just wear pink underpants, Auntie?"
I have to explain that when my nephews have been very naughty they have to wear suitable underwear to show their suitable remorse. Just pretending to wear some unisex panties simply won’t do, as I’m sure you’ll understand. With this in mind I have put together a selection of suitable products below that you can choose to wear if you are in training with me.
Now, I know how much my little boys and girls love to wear the clothes I tell them to. So, if you feel so inclined just get the underwear and post a nice post on the Community section of my Patreon to show how very much you are devoted to your favorite Auntie.
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You know how comfortable these panties are? In fact, you probably should have been wearing them all your adult life, shouldn’t you? Of course you should. As one of my naughty nephews, I expect you to wear them daily.
Think of the thrill you’ll give anyone noticing how lovely these panties are. You know you’re a walking advertisement for me, don’t you? If someone stops and asks you why you’re wearing these, you’ll just have to tell them Auntie Kittie said so.
Sometimes a little shapewear helps giving you a little feminine curve. Think how nice you’ll look for Auntie if you start wearing these. And remember, you need to get to the rec centre or swimming pool and change in a public area at least once during the week whilst wearing your special panties,
For some of my naughtiest nephews simply wearing underwear is not enough of a demonstration of subservience. Those of you already wearing panties everyday need to try on something a little difference. This lovely collar is a great example of something that both shows your devotion and demonstrates your complete release of masculinity.
I must say that when I booked this last minute escape to Mexico, I didn’t have very high expectations. Fiona is always going on about her trips to Puerto Vallarta, so I felt I should go with an open mind, and managed to snag a last minute deal. So, this comes to you from the beach, at my all inclusive resort.
It is so lovely to see you here. I am so happy you’ve stopped by. I’d like to talk to you about a little game I think we should play.
You like visiting Auntie don’t you?
And when you visit I like to dress up specially for you. I like the way it makes you look at me. Yes, of course I notice that sort of thing. I notice it and I see how it makes you feel a little awkward. I see how you try not to stare.
Well, maybe I’d like you to dress up too. I have a few special things in mind. I think you’re going to enjoy my game. And in the meantime, if you stare, that’s just fine.
I mean, just looking isn’t so very bad is it? And after all, I’m your Auntie. In fact, I’ll tell you a little secret if you like. When you stare at me it does make me feel quite nice.
I guess you don’t really understand that, but if you like you can look just as much as you want. But you have to promise Auntie something. You’re going to continue to play my game with me.
Now, the first part of my game is that I want you to comment on this post. Why? So everyone can see that you like Auntie. That’s not so unfair is it?
So, if you do comment, I might just post something else for you – and we can play this game a little longer. Do you like that idea?
I’ll tell you what, message me and tell me how much you like playing and I will message you back.
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