I stared in the mirror for what seemed like eternity, admiring myself, feeling so damn hot and sensual. Most of all, I felt empowered. I was finally a...woman on the outside and a woman within. That moment was when I called myself Stella. The name came to me like a prayer, and like a god, I embraced it. No surprise, my mother caught me wearing her clothes that day. She had the biggest smile on her face and nearly cried when she first saw me. She hugged me tight and said how beautiful I looked,. I would have no idea how long I slept. It could have been days for all I knew but sometime in the dark I jarred awake with the sense I was uncovered although I’d put my old blanket all around me when I laid down on the table.I suddenly became aware I was in motion somehow, I was rising up and I felt very disoriented, not able to gain my full consciousness, couldn’t move under my own power. I knew I was being carried somewhere and that there were no words like I was being spirited away. There. I would sometimes work from home and it is during those times I got really close to Babita.Babita is a gorgeous woman who is extremely fair in colour and basically a bbm without the tummy I would say. Not fat but her tummy was reflective of her age and lifestyle and I love it! She would wear normal slawar suits or sarees. Sarees would drive me off-the-edge and I think she knew it. She would never expose herself or try to seduce me. Her manner of speaking and demeanor was enough to drive me. .please don't, don't make me wear that aunt Madge!" I begged. She stood there for a few moments then put the dress aside. She then had me sit on the bed. I was horrified when she went to the closet and brought out a pair of pink, stiletto high heels!She worked my nyloned feet into them then began buckling them tightly on me so they wouldn't come off. "Such a stroke of luck isn't it Timmy? Even these pretty high heels fit you!" She beamed. She then had me stand once again and as I.