Because I saw the feminine nightgown she had in her hands, and knew who it was for, unresisting, I lifted my arms and let her slide it down my body.
"That is SO pretty on you! Isn't it?" she asked, turning me to see my reflection.\
And I saw a sissified image of what I'd been made into looking back at me.
"That's a girl. You can sleep with me tonight."
I almost protested that I was her uncle, then thought better of it. "I wouldn't have let you if you were a man. But you're not, are you? Just a sissy in a pretty nightgown. Like some perfume sissy?" With my assent, she sprayed just a little around me, then tucked me in bed. Gave me a kiss.