She wasn’t really my aunt. Maybe her name wasn’t really Doris, I don’t know. She was one of my mother’s friends, and my mother had lots of friends. They’d come over, drink, blab. Usually the party went on all night. Aunt Doris used to come into my room to make sure I was still alive. Sometimes she flopped on my cot and told me a story. She smelled of booze, perfume and something else, something I liked. Aunt Doris’ stories were on the short and dirty side, but they were the only ones I got. I text the one and only friend I know will be down to go a sex party with two days’ notice. She’s in. As I tried to hide my embarrassment, she held the petticoats up and put them over my head, arranging them around my hips, smoothing the satin top one over the doubled net. "Oh my, they're so pretty," she said, "just look at that lace." The satin overskirt was shorter than the others, on which treble flounces of scalloped lace were sewn. Again I raised my arms to allow her to put on the matching satin camisole top, which had a band of matching lace with a peach satin bow in the centre. She smiled. "I often wanted a sister, and now it seems I won't be around to enjoy her!" She gave me a hug. "Thanks, anyway, for doing this. I guess you might have a great story to tell someday, as not many boys ever get the chance to be a bridesmaid, nor look so pretty! Now, let's get downstairs!"

At last the car came with the bride and my father, who gave us both a wink as we helped her out. As she arranged her dress and train, I whispered to her "You had better know that he is now Anna, and I am Alice." Oh, mum, I look so like a girl - I don't know what to say! I mean, I never knew I could look - er, well, you know; so pretty! It's funny; I don't know what to say!" I felt odd and light headed as I turned to look sideways, drinking in the flow of my dress as I turned. As it flowed out, the movement lifted the hem to show a glimpse of the petticoat lace, and a shiver of excitement ran through me as I realized that I looked quite beautiful. Suddenly, I felt relaxed and very happy, and turned to my mother and shrugged, "Mum, I think it's wonderful what you've done to me; I'm not sure what I feel; I just feel mixed up! I know a boy shouldn't say it, but I think that I like wearing this dress and these girls' clothes, and for some reason I'm enjoying it. Is that wrong?" Only later does she reveal that it’s an exclusive sex party at a renowned London mansion. Burlesque dancers, sketch artists and BDSM apparatus are all on the cards. I now found myself loving the feel of my dress and the swish of my petticoats, and wanted to act more feminine every minute; but was afraid that Peter might notice if I did.Adjustable straps, and some lace at bra top and hem, make these slips lovely to look at and very enjoyable to wear. Aunt Doris showed up at the wheel of a cherry-red custom convertible. She had a white scarf around her hairdo, big sunglasses. She looked like a movie star from Hollywood, which is exactly where she drove from. She parked liked she never really learned to drive. Maybe she’d been drinking. When she stepped out of the car, she went from Hollywood movie star to dorm room smoker babe. Aunt Doris was 50 pounds lighter than the last time I saw her, but none of the weight loss was from hips, keister or bosom. The pounds took 10 years with them. Suddenly I was extremely glad my Aunt Doris had come to see me. If you want to follow Goddess Lynn, you should consider opting for a multiple-month subscription discount, since your wallet is about to get some serious exercise. Otherwise, be sure to behave, and enjoy the sexual wonders that Goddess Lynn introduces you to. #10. Arielle Scarcella – Most Raw & Real Lesbian

My sister was now wearing her wedding dress, and gasped as mother called me in. "Oh, mother, he is simply beautiful; he looks like a girl, and a very pretty one, at that! How on earth did you do it?" She turned to me; "Well, my beautiful little sister, how do you like being a girl then?" When she said that I looked beautiful, I felt a spasm of sheer joy, and I said to her, "I think you look lovely, too; and your wedding dress is beautiful." The house was full of noise, doors opening and shutting, calls of "Have you seen this", "Where's my hat", etc. And so we waltz up to the ballroom-turned-BDSM-dungeon which boasts restraints, padded floors and a grand piano. He pushes me down, and we continue to have sex. College guys, football players and engineering nerds alike, popped from the library, classroom buildings, Student Union and dorms to get a look at the sexy lady with the flashy car. Bronwyn Evans, my college steady date, caught me kissing my Aunt Doris. She walked away as though she hadn’t seen. I was going to have plenty of explaining to do. Or maybe none at all.Peter, my cousin, had to stay with me for the wedding. Like me, he was slightly built, but as friends we enjoyed having a rough and tumble, throwing stones, and poking fun at girls. They seemed boring, as they only talked about clothes and seemed to giggle at everything from behind their hands. Aunt Doris wanted to take me to lunch. At a real restaurant, she said, not a teenage hamburger grease-pit. After that, she wanted me to take her for a ride in the wooded hills around College Town. Alice Exodia is your small titty goth girlfriend from the French side of Canada. She’s been naughty, and quite liked it, so she’s continuing the trend, and showing you just how naughty she can really be. She points out that her wall is explicit, so you can expect to be hard right when you arrive. Downstairs is a sea of leather, fur and silver chains. Men start to flirt and my friend and I hit it off with two guys from a big investment firm (more successful networking than any of my LinkedIn opportunities).