Jesse stared at himself in the mirror, dressed in the custom made fat suit his Aunt had bought him to approximate her huge dimensions. It was a chore to put on each morning and the facial prosthetics itched on occasion, but Anna Belle insisted if he wanted to be a real southern lady.
And he did not.
But it was easier than telling her the truth, that he had been making fun of her. And because he was a coward, Jesse was forced to dress as an overweight woman until he could put on enough weight to really look like a fat woman. “What have I gotten myself into?” Jesse sighed to the mirror.
“Jesse, honey-belle! It’s time for y’all to get intah your dress for the day!” auntie Anna Belle yelled to him.
Trudging down the hall Jesse made his way to her room, where she beamed in her dress and sun hat, holding out in front of her what at first could be mistaken for a tent but was actually the dress she had picked out for Jesse to wear that day. Her smile and bright eyes hoped that he liked it and she giggled like a schoolgirl when his slightest of head nods confirmed it for her. She couldn’t help herself and Auntie Anna Belle cut some fine cheese in excitement. “Why, pahdon me,” she apologized, “I just couldn’t help but let out a little of my…!”
“Dairy-Aire. No problem Auntie, no problem,” Jesse assured her with feigned interest.
“Why aren’t you the gentleman,” she snickered as she put the dress down and grabbed the panties they would need to start. It wasn’t long until Jesse had his panties, pantaloons, corset, and shoes on. Heels hurt his ankles, but he was slowly getting used to them.
The burgundy red, poofy dress with ruffles and matching parasol and sunhat were waiting to finish up Jesse’s dressing session. He struggled with the high-heeled booties but once he had them on he was the spitting image of Anna Belle. “My, oh my but aren’t you the cock of the walk. I do declare that when I see you all dolled up like this, well, you know what they say about sincerest form of flattery!” Anna Belle’s chronic flatulence contributed its thoughts to her sentiment in a loud manner all its own. “Well, I have to declare my apologies for my derriere’s Dairy-Aire!” she frowned a bit, a far away look in her eyes, “Hopefully you too will join me in my apologies.”
“Because I’ll fart a lot?” Jesse inquired flatly as he adjusted the large bust hanging off his chest.
“Well to put it crudely, yes. But more because it will mean we’re really twins! That you’ve gotten your wish, to be just like your Auntie Anna Belle!” She grabbed him by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes, barely holding back tears of joy, “And you will nevah, my dear nephew, know how much that will mean to me!”
It was that sweet southern guilt that kept Jesse dressed as his Auntie’s twin. Not being the most assertive of people to begin with, Jesse had decided to just live with the consequences of his single greatest mistake. Jesse just sighed again and smiled weakly at his Auntie, “Let’s go get breakfast. You can tech me how to hold my pinkie out.”
Anna Belle smiled and farted, “Just follow me and my lady musk, my dear nephew and soon enough you’ll be breaking awkward silences with your gas just like me!”
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