Aunt Ethel then cajoled me. “The kilt won't hurt you, you know.” I said, “But you will all laugh at me in a kilt.” My cousin Ann said, “No we won't; we promise. You lost and now you have to pay the forfeit we have chosen for you." She turned to the pack of grinning girls and said, "We won't laugh at Brian in either my kilt or my party dress, will we girls?” In unison, they all said ‘no.' She added, “No one will know you put it on. We'll keep it a secret. No one from your school or neighborhood is here, so no one will ever know except us girls here at the party.” I remained silent, just shaking my head ‘no.' My Aunt then said, “Enough of the arguing, you've been given a fair choice and you've been warned of the consequences of not paying your forfeit  — you have ten seconds.” I steadfastly sat there like made of stone. Auntie then said, “OK, buster, your time is up. Putting on the kilt was a simple forfeit because you lost your round of our little party game, but now that you refuse to put it on, you know what the alternative is: putting on Ann's party dress." I ignored them and. They weren't going to make me into a sissy in a dress.

"You've had your chance," Ann's mother said, "Come along, mister!” She shoved the party dress into my hands, then grabbing my arm and propelled me out into the hall towards her bedroom. I tried to rebel, but she was stronger than I had anticipated. She stopped dragging me long enough to press her face up against mine and loudly whisper, “Now, listen, you little bastard, you are either going to put on this dress or I'll tell your mother that you exposed your penis to my daughter?” It was true, but how did she know! Well, it was enough to make me stop resisting and let her pull me along. “PLEASE don't tell her that, Auntie; it was Ann who started it! She showed me between her legs first!” Auntie Ethel slapped my face hard. “Are you going to compound your crime by suggesting my darling daughter lied?” Auntie's face was contorted with rage as she smacked my cheeks hard again and slammed me into the wall; on the rebound she hit me again! “How dare you say Ann would DO such a thing? She has no interest in a little pig like you and would never show you her private parts. Get into my bedroom, NOW!” I was given a mighty shove and went flying into her room. “I'll make sure you find out what it's like to be a girl. Take all of your clothes off, now!”

I feared a beating from mother with her dress belt if she found out I had exposed myself to Ann, and I couldn't overpower Auntie, so moments later, with no ability to argue further and no clothes on, I was shaking and sitting on Auntie's bed as I waited for her sorting through some clothes behind me. With nothing on and feeling very vulnerable, I picked up something setting on the bed beside me and draped it over my thighs. I didn't even pay attention to what it was — it was Auntie's pink satin nightie. Then Auntie came around to the front of me holding a small stack of pastel-colored clothing. I gasped because she had taken off her sheer blouse, red jacket and skirt and her black slip. Now she stood shamelessly before me in just a black bra-like contraption and wearing pale blue nylon panties with lace on the hems. She smiled and motioned towards her nightie. “I see you like my sexy nightie. Well, you're going to love all the silky clothes I have for you.” I wanted to complain that I didn't like her nightie and was just using it to modestly cover myself, but I let her comment pass. I was still stunned by her parading in front of me in just her lingerie; besides, I could tell she was in no mood to argue.

“Well, my dear little nephew, let's get started. Step into these nice panties.” I blinked in disbelief as she held out a pair of girls' panties in pale purple satin, nylon panties covered with white lacy frills. “Ple-e-ase, Auntie Ethel, do I have to? Can't I just wear my own underwear or nothing at all?” She spat, “For the rest of this party, you'll be attending as a girl not a half boy and half girl, and you're expected to be properly covered under your dress! I will count to three! Get these panties on, now, or I will have the girls come in here, let them see your silly naked little dick and have them help you put the panties on!” That threat was good enough for me, so I took the fancy panties in my hand, let the nightie covering my hips slide off me and rose from the bed with the intention of standing just for a quick moment to slip into the funny looking panties.

But Auntie Ethel stopped me and had me stand up straight as she examined my genitals. “I haven't seen your dickie since you was a baby; it was tiny then and it's still very little for a boy your age, isn't it? It's funny looking too with that scare on the side, huh? Here, let me help you with your new panties.” My face was now burning with shame as her comments got to me. She knelt down and held open Ann's panties for me to step into, and as she tugged them up my legs, I was shocked when she suddenly shoved my balls up tightly against my crotch and then took my penis and harshly shoved it down and back between my legs while pulling the snug panties up into place to hold my dickie down. Unknown to me, Auntie was an expert at neutering a boy in this fashion. The process of shoving a boy's balls up into his body she had learned with others in “The Sisterhood,” but all I knew at the time was that it hurt and made my head spin. Shocked at her jam packing my nuts, I broke from her and tried to run but my busted balls made me yelp in pain as they plopped back out and I fell to the floor. Auntie laughed and helped me to my feet, but a strange thing had happened, my penis was now rock hard and thrusting itself outward in the front of the lavender panties. Auntie saw it. “Well, my little sweetie, that hard penis of yours in those saucy panties tells me that you love them, love the silkiness against your skinny dickie. She quickly grabbed me from behind and rubbed her pale blue nylon pantied front against my silky lavender pantied butt as she put her arms around me and jacked on my cock within my purple panties. I groaned and begged her to stop; it did feel good, but I didn't want to let her know that. But my erection told her all she wanted to know. She kept jacking on my cock until I had an orgasm — except for a few drops of precum, it was a dry orgasm like I teased myself to while in bed at night, except with her experienced hands doing it, I swooned and panted with unbelievable pleasure. Afterwards, she said, “Oh, I see you don't shoot cream yet. What a pity; I would have enjoyed having you sperm yourself. But from the little stain in your panties, I can tell it won't be long before you'll be gushing your juices into panties and driving yourself silly.”

I didn't know exactly what she was talking about. Of course, I had heard the older boys at school joke about jacking off and shooting their sperm, but I thought what they were referring to were the few drops of precum I drooled out of my dick when I played with it. And I thought Auntie's comment was strange since I knew the stupid panties I was forced to wear had nothing to do with my orgasm -- how silly to think they did!