Caught III

In I & II I was caught dressing by Mum and sent to Aunt Teresa for adjudication. Within minutes of Teresa leaving for church and her meeting, I was dolled up and putting on my face. I was parading about the living room, dreaming of men trying to hit on me, when I heard, "Well, well, well".

My heart leapt, I whirled and there was Aunt Teresa watching from the study in her Sunday go to meeting best. She had never left or quietly returned. "I noticed the silkies in my dresser in some disarray yesterday", she said. "I thought you might be borrowing my things without permission. So your mother wasn't exagerating one bit, now was she. Oh God, first Mum and now Auntie had caught me dressing up, within a three day period.

"Sit down in that chair", she pointed to her living room chair. Mortified, I did as ordered. Auntie proceeded to grill me for nearly an hour. She told me what with Mum catching me and this little drama today, I was obviously a transvestite. What she wanted to know was if I was gay as well. I denied that of course but she called me a sneak and said she had no doubt I would lie about that too. She demanded I tell her the truth, did I like men? Had I been with a man or men? She made me tell her the story of my transvestism from the first pair of panties to that very day. I owned up to my desire to dress like a woman under her masterful, dominant questioning. I was humiliated beyond belief! More to come!