A Swiffer is a branded cleaning product. A snifter is one of those big goblets you drink brandy from. I was a sniffer. Also known as Jeremy. Recently promoted to senior at West City High School and headed rapidly for nowhere. No college plans. No ambition. No prospects. I didnt seem to be aiming very high in life. And that was obvious to everyone around me. Especially my parents.

The rest of Christmas vacation was idyllic. Auntie and LaurenLoren and I explored every facet of sissy sensuality that we could. And there were always surprises. Each day, all day, it was hot sex and hotter sex. But I never knew what I would be wearing and who would join me for cuddles. Would it be Loren or Lauren? Auntie had abandoned her boy days, but once or twice a week, she would stay in her room while LorenLauren and I

As Monday afternoon drew near, I became quite concerned about what would happen with Auntie. I didnt want any more slapping or yelling, so of course I complied with all her demands. Which made me pantiless for the first time in years. I have to admit that the yelling and the domination from Auntie excited me a little too. Though I didnt want her wrath again. Just her "guidance," maybe. And a penile visit to her sweet pussy.

Aunt Carmen was married to Moms brother until he ran away with the pizza-delivery girl five years earlier. Most of my life, I had ignored her. In recent years, I was in awe of her. Growing up, I remembered her as a dumpy, childless, frump who never seemed to get along with my Uncle Matt, a real jerk if there ever was one. When Matt left her, it seemed to signal the true beginning of her life. Within a year, she had lost pounds, metamorphed her wardrobe into a collection of feminine delights, and become the prettiest, sexiest, -

I wanted to be angry at Loren, but I wasnt. I was envious of his feminine wiles. And his courage to stand in there and let a man fuck his little ass off. Its one thing to imagine something. Quite another to do it. I was imagining sex with a man. Loren had done it. Randy had gone home around seven on Sunday morning, so an exhausted Loren slipped into bed with Auntie and me soon after. The horny little tart smelled like the restroom at a porn shop.

That night I was so happy about things that at dinner I actually acknowledged my parents existence. They were baffled. But it reinforced their belief that Aunt Carmen was "improving" me. When I got to my room to study...and I really did study...I discovered a bag that Auntie had slipped into my backpack. Wear one pair to bed tonight and the other two to school tomorrow and Wednesday. Study hard, but when you get hard the other item may help you survive until Wednesday." The other item was the sopping panties Auntie had stuck to her wall right before I dove into her bare muffie. Wow! Surprisingly, I didnt really feel much like wanking that Monday night.

The next five weeks were spectacular. I was a changed man. Or girl. Or sissy. Whatever I was. In school, I had become a Rhodes Scholar. Well, maybe not, but I passed all my subjects in the fall semester. After failing all but one earlier on. Mom and Dad were delighted and gave all the credit to Auntie. The real credit wasnt really hers. Or mine. It was Aunties pussy. I decided I couldnt live without it, so I cleaned up my act. Auntie and I fucked like condemned rabbits.