The Stories Your Mother Never Told You — Part 2.

From the dusty journals provided by one of my guests, I have selected a series of entries that disclose the sordid feminization of one poor and unsuspecting young holiday visitor. These distressing entries are provided for educational purposes and as far as I can see must have been written in about 1955. MM

The following day Jack enjoyed the sunny morning, but as is not unusual at that time of year, a small squall came in off the sea in the afternoon.

“Jack, come inside,” his aunt called as the first drops of rain spattered on the windows.

“I want to play outside,” he protested, but Aunt Magdalene insisted.

“I have a different game for you to play today,” she said. “Let’s play dress up.”

Jack was eager to please, but at first not really interested in this game. As he walked up the stairs, he wondered how long it would take for the squall to blow through.

Jack entered Magdalene’s bedroom to find her standing by the wardrobe, with her back to him. She had tossed a blouse onto the bed, and wore no skirt. She stood in nylons and her underwear, back to Jack, looking through her wardrobe.

“Jack, darling, what do you think of this slip. It’s very silky, isn’t it. Here — feel it.”