Friday, 31 July 2020

Hooray for Christeen

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Hi Everyone.
  Gosh that came round quickly, though there was a lot of rubbish life stuff in between, but heck Its nearly the weekend and that means, hooray for Christeen.
 So we have four more superb pieces and one wonderfully clever piece, which you will spot when you see it.
 Bless you all and big thanks to Christeen 
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Wednesday, 29 July 2020

It Can't Be Wrong By AndyLatex Part 4

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Hi Everyone
  So here we go with the final part of my little story. I am so glad you liked it and really hope  the final part does not disappoint.
  Small apology for the lack of illustrations within this, but time and tide and work wait for no one  and I think I might create a piece of art around it at a later date.
  Thank you all for being so sweet
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https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2020/07/story-it-cant-be-wrong.html

https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2020/07/story-it-cant-be-wrong-part-2.html
https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2020/07/it-cant-be-wrong-by-andylatex-part-3.html

 Now the bathroom fell in to silence. I stared at my friend real good and she stared back. Blushing. The moment hung, the silence deepened and then from nowhere the giggles began and like little kids we were confined to the room until they passed.

       It could only have been a few minutes, but on our return we both stopped dead, our Maid was complete. Or very nearly. Heels now returned to his feet, he stood quietly between our friends, Natasha tying the ribbons of his apron into a huge bow at his spine, whilst Melissa fussed with his hair brushing and shaping it to a cute fluffy pixie, before pinning the delicate cap into place and arranging the ribbons to fall down his to his neck.
  For a moment I felt guilty for being so silly and sad at missing Andrews final touches, but then he looked at me and smiled such a sparkling smile of delight that all those negative emotions melted away. It was the smile of a child who had everything they ever dreamt of on Christmas day and then it hit me……he was stunning, utterly feminine, yes it was still Andrew, still the young man I had come to adore, but this was his feminine twin. It was like one of those scenes in the movies where the tomboy is forced to scrub up for some event, church or a wedding, unwillingly forced to reveal a beauty they had been so embarrassed by for years, a beauty that no one had ever imagined or seen before ,a beauty that turned heads and caused whispers of delight as she passed. That was Andrew.
    However the moment was not over, for without a wobble or loss of grace Andrew stepped to me. Stopping before me I realised how much taller he was now, almost as if he had grown up.
 He took my hands and said “Thank you”.
There was something so honest, so completely genuine in those two words that almost made me well with tears.  “Are you sure”, I said squeezing his hand gently.
He did not pause “I am”.
  “Then we had better set my Maid to work”, I said deflecting from my fluttering emotions.
“Yes madam”. He smiled
  Andrew’s reply was still tingling in my ears as we lead him downstairs, It was clearly a reply he had learnt from listening to Kim and filled me with such joy.
 However our progress stopped when, as we approached the front door, he squeezed my hand.
“Andrew?”
“Are we going outside?”, He questioned, his eyes, suddenly filled with anxiety.
“Yes Andrew we are, we are going back to my house. You have chores to be done remember?”.  It was then, in that nervous glance from Andrew, that I realised the excitement of the moment had clouded my judgment. How could I have been so thoughtless, he was still a young man, transformed now into a girl, of course he was unsure, of course he was nervous. I mean he knew the neighbours would have seen him coming and going all week, working at our houses. They would have even seen him entering Melissa home this morning with me and now, now he was expected to just walk back, slick and beautiful, feminised and dressed in latex rubber, my Maid, for all to see. What had I been thinking. I turned him to me and once more looked into his eyes. They were nervous yet still trusting and it was a trust I did not want to betray. “But only if you want to Andrew. Only if you feel comfortable”.
   As the decision flickered across his face and in his eyes, it was as if the room had vanished and it was just he and I alone. He gave a nervous nibble at his cherry red lips, an act which I might have chastised him over had it not been so adorably cute and then a smile. “Ok”.
  I smiled, “Are you sure Andy?”
  Again a brief pause, but the “Yes Madam”, was so positive it could not be questioned.
  Suddenly the group returned to our world and each took a turn to fuss over and compliment our beautiful young man.  Petticoats were fluffed, skirts smoothed, ribbons and bows arranged, none of which was necessary because he was perfect already, but they did it just so they could fill his ears with there genuine compliments of his femininity. The funny thing was, that in his heels he now matched Juliet and Melissa for height, which gave him a kind of maturity our slight young man had not earlier possessed.
Anyway, fussing done I placed my hand now on the door handle and at my instruction we paused and Andrew took a breath.
 
We really should have looked before we leapt. The moment we stepped outside,there was Lou Jargean and Jennifer Claremont deep in conversation as Karen, Lou’s young daughter, played happily with her ball. Whilst on the other side, the newly moved in Popes where outside cleaning their cars. It was a typical day in our street; typical that was apart from this elegant vision of confidant beauty, in gleaming black latex and heels, whose hand I was holding so protectively tight.
  Not that I needed to have worried, it was as if Andrew had not just gained a new beauty had also gained a new confidence. His back arched, he exhibited a feminine poise and natural grace only heightened by the dagger like heels on which he so elegantly moved.
 It was a confidence perfectly displayed and captured in one moment,for seeing the young girls ball bounce uncontrolled across our path, Andrew, with total grace and balance, bent to pick it up and held it out to the on rushing girl. Karen stopped and stared. For a moment there was a natural standoff, Andrew smiling and the little girl unsure, me looking to my neighbours and they looking back. The moment hung. But then the little one returned the smile and Andrew said hello.
   Now I don’t want to get poetic, but it was as if Andrew was full of rainbows, yes I know a bit over the top, but he just glowed and the natural conversation between he and the now completely enthralled youngster was as natural and relaxed as could be.
“I like your dress”. Andy said, “Very pretty”
“Yours, is funny”, came the giggled reply
“Hmmm yes”, Andrew played along, “yes, It is a little funny isn’t it, But….but  I like it. Not as much as yours though”.
  “It’s new”.
  Andrew gave an exaggerated gasp “Is it? So is mine, fancy that”.
  “You are pretty, where are you from? You sound funny”
For a moment Andrew was stunned, this was not a compliment from one of us, this was an honest compliment, a child who thinks something is ugly will say so and one who think something beautiful will also say so. Andrew smiled and if it were possible his entire body smiled too.
  “Awww thank you, sweetie that is very kind of you. I am from England, a long way away and you sound funny to me”.
  “What’s your name?”
My heart stopped. Flipped and started again. For in a breath of time Andrew replied.
   “Amanda”.
   The Girl beamed at her new friend “Hello Amanda, I am Karen”.
   Andrew placed the sparkling bounce ball in the girl’s hand. “Hello Karen, It is a pleasure to meet you”.
Then with typical childish glea the girl turned away, waving over her shoulder and as Andrew straighten onto his heels, he gifted each of my neighbours a polite and bright hello.
  Now my head was spinning, heck I almost needed Andrew to lead me back to my house.
  The door closed behind us, I took my first deep calming breath, Andrew giggled, “Guess I made an impression”.
  “Amanda”.
   Andrew lowered his eyes, “Yes I am sorry, it…it was just…she…..”
   “Would you fetch me a glass of lemonade please dear?”
  For a second my maid just looked at me, eyes sparking. The delight at my acceptance without question of the name he had chosen clear to see. Then with a dainty bob copied from Kim, he obeyed.
  Kim!!! It must have been the size of the event which made me forget Kim and for a second I thought of calling And….Amanda back, but then I heard the silence from the kitchen, yes you can hear silence and I knew it was too late.
   The pair came out together, Amanda carrying the glass on a tray with Kim a step behind. The wide eyed look on my, now senior, maids face said it all, an exaggeratedly silent Wow !! Repeating on her lips.
   Amanda stopped and offered the glass. “Kim”, I said, trying to regain some kind of superiority.  “This is Amanda my new junior Maid”.
“Yes Madam”, Kim replied with a nod, “She has introduced herself to me and if I may say, she is ……..extremely beautiful”
And….Amanda blushed.
 “Of course you may say so Kim and I have no doubt Amanda will take is as a great compliment from you”.
   “I do madam, Kim is so beaut……”. With a look I silenced my new Maid.
   “Speak only when spoken too please Amanda”. Yes it was an instruction, no it was more,  it was a clear order, but I could tell by the look and smile on is face, he knew it was just a game. “She will be assisting you and serving our friends”.
   Now that did draw a reaction, “She will be assisting”, She, no longer he and for a brief flicker those glossy lips trembled and then the smile returned.
   “Now, if you would be so kind as to show Amanda to her room, I think I need a sit down”.
    I sensed Amanda pause, words needed to be spoken “You may speak”.
    “My room?”
 “I think it best if Kim explains”.
    I waited until the pair, hand in hand, one in satin one in Latex had reached the first upstairs landing, before sneaking up after them. I knew from there I could hear them once they were on the top floor but I did not want to miss any of it and so sneaking around my home like a cat burglar I managed to tiptoe into the office at the top of the stair, the slightly open door allowing perfect sight of my adorable duo
   However the conversation was not quite what I was expecting, But it was typical of Kim’s caring nature. Their heeled footsteps came to a halt half way along the top landing.
“Are you ok?” Asked Kim with genuine concern
 “Er yes I think so…..It’s just, when ….being”
  “Being referred to as She”, Kim broke in, “Yes I understand. It is quite a thing. I could tell you were a little taken aback. But actually it is easier, can be a little confusing and awkward in company, so it is easier. Besides …..Hell you don’t look like any boy I’ve ever seen.
  Amanda giggled, I could feel the mood lighten with Kims words. “Bit of a surprise I must admit. I can’t believe what has happened. If someone had said a week ago I was going to be dressed as a girl I would have run a mile, but…”, Andrew paused, searching for words, “…....it feels so, I don’t know….. nice?”
   “Good, I always say if it feels nice then it can’t be wrong. Have I said you look amazing? I probably have, I mean I admit I thought you were amazing as a boy, yes I fancied you, but now, now you just look, I don’t know……you’re gorgeous and in Latex? Oh My God, that is so like crazy, I knew Ms Erin wanted you in something different to me but when they said it would be Latex, I was like. Oh My God…..What’s it feel like on?”.
  Andrew giggled and turned in the light, bouncing on his heels, making the dress ripple and shine. “Its nice, a little bit sticky right now and that smell, but.. but I think I could get used to it”.
 “Good job too”
  “Why’s that?”
  “Wait till you see what’s in your wardrobe. Now are you ready?” Kim asked
  “For what?”
  “To see your room?”
   “Oh yes, sorry…..but that’s just it, I have rooms on campus”.
   A few more steps, took them to the door.
    “Not any more honey”.
     “Wow!!!” was Amanda’s natural reaction, well it would be if you had just discovered all the contents of your student rooms had been brought and placed into another’s room whilst your back was turned.
   “Everything you need is here and everything you don’t need is In the garage”.
    “Everything I don’t need?”
    “Yeah, mostly your clothes and shoes and stuff, all your college and computer stuff is through there”.
     “My clothes?”
     “Only your old clothes, your new things will be in there with mine and your vinyl pants and your uniforms and heels in there, apparently they need to be in a separate wardrobe because of the smell. Oh and gotta say, your arse in those vinyl pants, my god………”, Kim paused, “Hello, earth to Amanda…you ok?”
    Amanda’s body language changed, his weight shifting naturally onto one heel, causing the Latex of his dress to ripple and shine. The angle of his body changing, softening. His head lowering , almost submissive and shy. “You… ...you mean….I am living here…living here….Like…like this?…I’m going to …like…….a girl”
   “At all times honey. Top to toe, all summer”.
   “No I mean… here with…with… with you?”
   “Only If you would like too?” I held my breath, It was the first time I had heard Kims voice waver, a slight uncertainty in her tone. “I mean it’s a big bed, but you know….. cosy enough for two”.
   “I’ve never…..”
   “Me neither”
   “I’d like that………….. if you would”
   “I would, very much and actually……”, Andrews head rose, as Kim took his hand, his eyes finding Kim’s smiling back warmly, “…….It was me who asked Ms Erin if we could”.
There was a pause, a moment of decision. They moved closer. Latex against Satin, fingers reaching to touch bare skin. I held my breath.
   Suddenly the floorboard beneath my feet creaked, breaking the tension and as the following silence spread and hung heavy in the air, A long pause followed. Then Kim.
   “Ms Erin?”
   “Meeeoowww?”  I suppressed a giggle.
   “Miss Erin, we don’t have a cat”.
   “Girls, I am getting awfully cramped kneeling here, will you two just get on and kiss so I can get back to my day”
  There was pause followed by an exasperated laugh and combined “Ms Erin!!”
   “I’m not paying you two to be all moon eyed at each other”. I countered with lightly playful authority.
   “Ordering your staff to kiss is not really acceptable is it”. Andrew giggled
  “Less of an order, more of a suggestion I would say Girls”
   “I suggest then, that maybe we should make her wait ”
    “Yes we could”, Kim agreed, before, with a squeeze of Andrews hand, adding softly, “Or maybe not?”
    There wasn’t a dominance in the moment, Kim did not seek control, indeed her kiss was offered, her lips moving closer, pausing ,lingering , inviting Andy to accept. For a moment Andy seemed unsure, his eyes flickering from kim's to her lips and back. Was it his first kiss? maybe, certainly his first with another boy. However the moment of uncertainty passed and with an almost imperceptible forward movement Andy accepted  and their lips, glossed and smooth came together. It was not a long kiss, but a soft and tender one and as I watch I thought Andrew was going to leave the floor, such was his reaction to Kim’s soft lips, his breath leaving him in an unabashed and sweetly girlish moan of joy. Yes his first Kiss.
   Their lips parting they remained close for a long moment, head to head. Whispering softly. Hidden words, which made Andrew giggle and nod, the look on his pretty face one of growing innocent desire. A second kiss, gifted softly to Kim’s cheek.
    I let them rest. Satin and Latex mingling in a gentle embrace.
  But then Andrews voice rose in a gasped outburst that made me cover my mouth in an attempt to stifle my laugh.
   “I’m locked into my dress?” He said. “What do you mean, I am locked…. into my dress?”
   “Yeah, It looks like the same lock I had on my dress for the first few weeks. I think Ms Erin likes the idea of control”, Kim’s voice suddenly became blatantly pointed, the words jokingly directed at me, “I think she is a little kinky…But don’t worry honey, ‘cos what she don’t know is……… I have a spare key”.
   Kim’s hand now slipped into Andrew’s, it was a clear signal, a gesture of intent.
  Andrew paused, “I….I don’t know what to do” He signed, his eyes lowered in embarrassment.
   “Don't worry honey," smiled Kim and with a gentle polished fingertip under his chin, raised his face to hers, “Neither do I. But I guess we can make it up as we go and you know what I say”
girls kissing GIF
  Andrew smiled,  “If it feels nice,then it can’t be wrong”
With that and with a last glisten of polished Latex and gleaming heel Andrew was led into the room, the door closing behind.
   I sighed as I stretched, loosening my muscles. “Oh well”, I thought, “It would not do me any harm to make my own dinner for one night”.
    Just for one night though.

Oh before I go one little thing. I asked Kim the next day, if everything was ok, She gave me a smile I could never begin to describe, It was warm and bright and honest and in but a few soft words melted my heart.
"Andy gets sticky,very very quickly"


The End of the beginning.................for now
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Monday, 27 July 2020

New Art. To Walk A Mile

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Hi Everyone
   Thinking my art might be missing the mark of late, so let's get back to basics.
You may recall this two parter  Georgia and Miami Heat.


Georgia
Miami Heat
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Well here we go with a new two part story.
      Life seems idyllic and relaxed for Jane and her sweetly feminised Nephew, Summer is in the air, her place on the parish council is assured and her eye has been turned by the shy and kind Reverend Mayfield Green. 
      So what could be more pleasing to her than an invitation to the Manor house of the Sisterhood.
      You would think she would have learnt by now.
This is part one. Part two next week, same time ,same channel

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Thursday, 23 July 2020

Weekend with Christeen

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Hi Everyone
 What a week!!! Soooooo sleeeeepy ZZzzzz and I still have Saturday to go. Hope you are all safe and well and looking forward to a few days off/ Well just to make it even better here we are with four brand new tales from the brilliant Christeen.
 Sit back relax It's the weekend.....nearly
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Wednesday, 22 July 2020

It Can't Be Wrong By AndyLatex Part 3

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   My apologise for the somewhat rushed post but I have been on the road and only just got home. It's all about chasing the extra money sadly, a sign of the times.
 However, that will not stop the blog rolling on and so I am proud to bring you the 3rd part of my little story. It Can't be Wrong.
  My biggest hugs
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https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2020/07/story-it-cant-be-wrong.html
https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2020/07/story-it-cant-be-wrong-part-2.html


It Can't Be Wrong
By
AndyLatex
Part 3



  “Kim….Kim is a boy?”
   “Oh course, he is”. Juliet said, giving it her very best to be matter of fact. “You did not realise? Well that will make him so happy because he is always worried about not looking feminine enough. Isn’t he Erin”.
   “Oh Heavens yes constantly, Silly thing, I mean really? but that should settle your nerves a little Andrew”. I said, squeezing his knee. ”I mean if you never realised Kim was a boy then imagine how pretty you will be”.

 It was kind of at that moment we all realised we might have overloaded Andrews brain, first wanting him to be our maid and then telling him the object of his young fantasy was another boy, it was an awful lot to lay on him. So I put the contract aside.
   “Sleep on it tonight Andrew, sleep on it and if you are happy, come tomorrow as usual, but if you are not happy….” I paused in genuine sadness, “Then we will understand, we will all wish you well and shall deposit a thousand dollars to your account for your help this week”.


   And that was that and we sent our sweet young man back to his student halls with a hope that we would see him again the next day and now to my utter joy he was coming up may path.

                                                *************

 
Hello Andy, Come in 
As I greeted Andrew at my door I did not ask him if he was sure, I did not wish to re-apply the pressure. He had clearly been thinking it over all night and I did not want to increase the embarrassment he was no doubt feeling, his presence at me door was all the answer I needed. I just greeted him with the same honest delight I had all week.
  Though I suppose the very fact that Andy had come back should have settled my nerves, but the only worry I really had was how he would react to Kim, now he knew the truth.
  I needn’t have worried, in fact and to my utter delight he blushed such a glow when Kim brought us tea in the lounge that the connection between my beautiful maid and he was perhaps even greater than before. Now I don’t begin to claim I understand modern sexuality and attraction, love whomever you wish, I feel, but there was a tingle in the air, a tingle that just inflamed my naughty side.
  “That’s a very pretty uniform Kim”, I said fluffing the tiny skirt as she bent to serve tea. “You don’t often wear it”.
   “I hope you are not displeased Madam”, my beautiful maid replied, her tone of submissiveness ever so slightly exaggerated for effect.
   “Not at all my dear, you look lovely. Turn for us”. I knew what response I would get to the command and Kim, on the most delicate of heels, gifted us a pirouette of a dancers grace, displaying the tiny salmon pink uniform and white trim to perfection.
  Unsurprisingly after Kim had left us, the atmosphere did seem to change a little, Andrew became quieter and it was clear the realisation of what was going to happen to him was suddenly all the more clear and real and for a moment I was genuinely worried he would change his mind.
  If he had I would not has stopped him, if he wanted to leave he was free, of course he was and I accepted it and would have kept my promise to pay him and wished him well. I did not want to offer him that route, but in my honest heart I knew I had to.
  However, as the words were forming on my tongue, Andrew smiled and too my joy almost whispered.  “He’s so beautiful”.
   Now my stomach fluttered, I felt a glow, a tingle like never before. It was an affirmation of Andrew’s understanding and willingness to be there. I let the moment hang, just for second longer before, in a light tone correcting him.
  “She”, Andrew.  “I always refer to Kim as she. I know Kim is a boy, but referring to him solely as She is a constant reaffirmation of his femininity and beauty and…..”, I deliberately caught his eye, “…. it will be the same with you darling boy”.
   Now, the idea of being called she, or my calling him darling, might well have made Andrew nervous, but he had no chance to dwell on it, for at that moment I patted his knee and said we should be off.
  “To where?”, he asked, “I thought……I thought I was staying….I was …you were going to… I was being ……but….will do i…..”
 If had not intervened at this point I think my poor boy would have tied knots in his tongue.
   “No Andrew, not here, everything is prepared at Melissa’s and then you will return here once dressed”. I stood and offered him my hand.

   Melissa greeted us with her usual joy and ushered us into her wide sun lounge, there already were Veronica and Juliet. It was a minute or two later before Natasha arrived and as she entered, apologising for having to do some random chore, Melissa, Juliet and I shared a knowing look.
    My god why don’t they admit it, there is nothing wrong with it, we are so happy for them. I think maybe it is Natasha who is more embarrassed, The older of our group by some way, but by no means the less attractive, a model in the 1970s, she looked way younger than her 62 years, with legs to kill for, but as I say I think she is embarrassed that a woman her age has discovered the love of another woman so late in life and let’s be frank I think our Veronica has a kinky streak the British would be proud of, after all, as I said earlier, she found Andrews future Latex uniforms online and, now I am not gossiping, but…she also does an awful lot of vacuuming at odd times.
 Oh now where was I….Oh sun lounge.
I suppose it was a little naughty of us, I imagined that the moment we were all together Andrew expected us to whisk him upstairs to a dressing room. However we did not want to rush him and so it wasn’t until after a cup of coffee that Melissa produced the shoes. Simple sleek and narrow heeled, glossy black with gleaming red soles she presented them as if she were on some game show, turning them this way and that, highlighting each detail and as she did, the colour drained form Andrews face.
   “Aren’t they gorgeous”, I said patting his knee, “Slip your shoes an socks off  and we’ll try them
on”.
   Now I don’t know if Andrew was tuned in at this moment, he just seemed to do what he was told as if in a trance. His running shoes and socks came off and were whisked away and before he realised, his feet were being molded into a totally new shape, arched and molded by the perfectly tailored shoes.
  And that was that, again in as matter of fact way as we could project, we went back to our
conversation, leaving Andrew to sit between us flexing his feet, contemplating his new heels. However not wanting him lose himself entirely in them, we drew him back into our conversations, asking him about college life, his life and likes, all the time distracting him form the strange new tensions in feet, until finally, placing her cup down, Melissa stood and with a warm smile and offered hand announced. “I think it is time we got you dressed, don’t you Andrew”.
   For a moment he hesitated, for a moment I thought he would stay in his chair, but with a clear swallow and deep breath he placed his cup beside ours, rose and taking Melissa’s hand was led from the sun lounge. “I’ll give you a shout when we are ready”
   I let the pair depart before turning to my friends, they all expressed the same thought. Not one wobble. Our idea had worked, forgetting he was wearing them, Andrew had taken to his heels without a thought and what was even better, he had the cutest little wiggle.

  As planed we waited for the call before joining the pair in Melissa’s open dressing room and as I entered it was clear the reality was more than Andrew had imagined. Standing in a satin robe, he just seemed to be staring at the illuminated mirror and all the different bottles and brushes neatly laid out on the table before it. I then realised we had not ever once mentioned make up. Oh we had said dressing and we had him in heels, but now, now he realised we were going to do the most feminine of things to him and asked ever so sweetly if he “really had to wear make up?”
 Well there really wasn’t any reason why he had to wear make up, after all a maid could function just as well fresh faced, but as I looked into those blue sparkling eyes, I knew I wanted to see them made up.
  “Well yes Andrew”, I said, “I’m very much afraid you do, you see make up is as much part of a maids uniform as an apron or cap. Kim would never be without Make up”.
  With the mention of Kim he offered no further argument, however the deep blush on his cheeks at the mention of my Maid said it all.
  We had discussed it before and had decided a rich and glamorous make up, would compliment our rather explicitly sexy choice of uniform. However in the moment our minds changed as one. We would be subtle and instead of creating a new face, we would simply highlight Andrew’s natural features. Yes we would go to town on his eyes and lips, but they would remain his eyes and lips and not become those of another.
  Fortunately with Melissa, as head of cosmetics at the local department store, we had the perfect person to over see our young mans transformation.
  First and foremost, she took a par of eyebrow shapers and, much to Andrews’s surprise, swiftly crafted two perfect arches, which really suited the trend for strong brows, but also kept a slightly boyish shape.
   That done she started his Make up with a light foundation, as Andrews complexion was flawless, this she smoothed over his face, then down his neck and across his shoulders, giving his skin a soft satin sheen.
Once happy with his skin tone she moved straight onto his eyes. Oh Andrew was so sweet, he followed Melissa’s every instruction like a little puppy.  “Look up, look down, now eyes closed dear”,
  He even softly apologised after nervously moving his face away from her approaching brushes.
  To me there has always been some thing erotic about seeing a pretty face being made up, watching the colours and tones shape and contour the features, highlighting their beauty to create something uniquely feminine. Yet watching Melissa’s skilled touch on Andrew was something else, for in those deep Blue i eyes I could see his every emotion. Nervousness, fear, embarrassment and yes excitement.
  I think it was these emotions that made the finished look of his eyes so stunning. As we had discussed they were very richly made up, A blend of dark and lighter charcoal shaded across the upper lids, whilst the darker blue shade, mingled with a lighter eyeliner, was smudged beneath the lower to bring out the clear blue of his eyes. But Melissa had not quite finished, one last surprise .
 Delicate as spider legs the false lashes were applied with delicate skill, touched softly into place, blended and shaded.
  A moment passed in hushed silence before, at a soft word, Andrew opened his eyes and they were his, for though they were now exquisitely feminine, they were still his, soft and sparkling. Yet with Melissa’s skill now they seemed even larger and kinder. I admit I took a breath. For at that moment I realised Andrew was going to be far more beautiful than we had ever anticipated.
   We looked at each other for a moment, before I asked Andrew how his new lashes they felt. He blinked a few times, making them flutter. He could feel his eyes were painted, they felt different, odd, funny. He looked at me and softly said, “Fine….i think”.
  A hum of approval passed between us, but without giving our young guest the chance to see the effect himself, Melissa moved swiftly onto his lips.
Tilting Andrews head back into the light, she first carefully lined and shaped his naturally full lips, highlighting their feminine shape to perfection. Then, happy with the beautiful bow she had created, she took up a glass like tube, topped by a metallic cap ,from which she drew a fine brush glistening with a gentle semi-nude pink.  Following her instruction to part his lips for her, she drifted the glossy wet brush gently across his lips in two perfectly weighted strokes, coating them in the softly subtle colour, leaving them full and wet, plump and ever so kissable. It was such a skill and Melissa should have been rightly proud of her art, however form where I sat I could see it was like some sensual torment for poor Andrew. A torment not aided by Melissa’s honest commentary on how he had such lovely lips to paint. Poor thing, I did feel for him. But he never complained.
  I don’t mind admitting and I probably wasn’t the only one, but I so wanted to kiss him, not to take him or dominate him, that would have been so wrong, but just, taste those lips, oh they would have been so soft, so sweet. I could imagine them melting onto mine.
  Oh but I could not linger on that thought, time was short and we had a decision to make.
  We had said we would decide on the day, well now the day was here. Do we paint his nails or do we apply long ones. However as I looked at the quite frankly stunning beauty in the chair beside us I felt it was not our choice alone and so with the silent approval of my friends I asked and the swift whispered reply melted my heart.
“Long Please…..like Kims”.
   In truth it was the only choice, Andrew was too beautiful for short nails, but It was also the correct choice. For with their application and a coat of quick dry nail lacquer to match his lips the effect was stunning, slimming and feminising his hands to perfection and as I watch Andrew wiggle his fingers in the light, he smiled. He was going to enjoy being a girl.
 However, a few minutes later, that smile flickered ever so slightly when Juliet appeared with the dress.

  I knew he had never seen anything like it, before, hell I hadn’t until Veronica showed it to me. I was happy in leather yeah sure, but Latex rubber? Never, It felt so odd, slippery, and floppy, like nothing else. It also had an aroma like no other, rich and strong and….well rubbery. However away from it’s unique aesthetic qualities It was tiny and I mean tiny tiny and once sitting on its billow of frilled petticoats, the skirt would clearly barely cover the curve of his cute little bootom. Jet black, with a deep neckline and long lace cuffed sleeves all trimmed with white frills,it was a classic Maid dress, just as Andrew had seen Kim wearing, but unlike hers, this dress shone and glistened wetly in the light and it rippled and floated as if alive. Oh Yes this was a classic Maids dress, but this one seemed so much more. This was a statement, the sort of dress capable of consuming its wearer
   We could have dwelt in that moment and lost ourselves in his startled eyes and parted lips, but I knew two things. Firstly time was getting on and secondly and more importantly, we all wanted to see Andrew in that dress.
  I don’t really know if Andrew knew he was being helped to his feet or that Melissa had slipped the little white satin wrap from his smooth body, but for a moment we all breathed in the freshly misted perfume which rose from his satinised skin. He looked so stunned and helpless and sweet, even his poor young manhood was embarrassed to display itself before us. Then gently, Veronica took his left hand and Juliet his right, steadying his slight tremble and my friends began to dress him.
  I watched now with growing excitement as Natasha gracefully knelt before him and helped guide each foot into the softy rippling latex of his new panties. I watched so closely as she drew the smooth material up his long legs. I saw his feminised eyes look to the ceiling as slowly his wet glossed lips parted in a near silent prayer, a whispered “Please no”,  a pray not directed at us, but a private plea for his boyhood not to embarrass him.
  I felt my heart pound. The latex panties where a perfect fit, the stretchy material, whilst moulding his pert little buttocks into 2 smooth globes, also having the effect of completely smoothing  away every hint of his frightened young manhood.
  In one moment our young man had gone.
  Now the two ladies lowered Andrew back to his seat and stepped back as Melissa, slipped a pair of sheer black stocking up his gorgeous legs. I had noticed Veronica had purchased Latex stockings but had decided, the silk would make his legs even longer and the dress look even shorter.
  She was right, she usually was in these matters, the stockings were perfect and once more as he was helped to his feet, less and less of the young man remaining.
     “Ok”, said Veronica, A small bottle in her hands,  “We just need a little of this”.
    I asked the question we all had on our lips but to our surprise and secret delight it was Natasha who replied
“Lube”, she said confidently, “it helps the Latex to slide……on” . Her words petering out as she realised her accidental revelation.
     “We don’t need a lot”, Veronica took over, swiftly hoping to mask her secret lovers embarrassment, “We’ll just put it on your body and arms, just to help out…..there we are all done. Smells nice doesn’t it ”.
   We said nothing, we did not need too, besides, we could sort out are lovers later. Right now we needed Andrew in that dress.
  The aroma of rubber in the room had been strong already, but as the zipper at the rear of the dress was opened and the latex placed before our beautiful boy, it was as if the dress had released a deep sigh. It’s full, rich and sensual breath filling our heads. I breathed deeply, it was sexy. It was an aroma I could have lost myself in and would have done so if it were not for Veronica.
   “Ready?” she asked.
  There was a pause, A thought, before his nod and a soft “Yes”.
   Accepting a balancing hand and with a deep breath Andrew now stepped into the offered dress, letting out a soft “Oh it’s Cold”  of surprise as it was eased up and about his slim frame until, with it about his waist, he could slip his arms into the sleeves. Now unlike the unzipped dress the sleeves were tight, skin tight and we soon understood the need for lube, his painted fingertips and hands stretching the Latex further until finally wriggling out from the white lace cuff.
   Sleeve in place, the back of the dress was eased about him and as instructed he assisted its passage with little wiggles squiggles until the zip could be draw up the back, stretching the Latex tighter and tighter across and about his slim figure. Molding and gripping every contour of his body whilst at the same time creating new ones. For as the stretching rubber about the dresses low neckline tightened, it had the effect of gathering up the slightly loose flesh across his chest and offering it up to the eye as a very sweetly blossoming young cleavage. An effect Melissa cleverly highlighted with a skilful dusting of blush and shade.
 The zipper in place and closed with a secret little lock, which he need not know about, Veronica produced another extra. This time polish, Veronica explaining that the latex needed to be shined up to look it’s best. Now at this I will admit to pushing myself forward. If anyone was going to get to run their hands over our Maid it was me, well to begin with anyway.
  So following Veronicas instructions I poured a little of the clear oil  into may hands and began to smooth it over the dress. The effect was instant on both the latex and wearer, the former taking on a deep mirror gloss and the later letting out the most delightful sight as if I had kissed his very boyhood (that’s a naughty thought, forget I mentioned that) He just seamed to melt beneath my hands, hands which, yes I will admit, did become more of a caress after a while. I mean the dress was tiny and I did take rather longer than necessary. A point noted by my patiently waiting friends.
  “Ok?”, said Juliet with a knowing smile “that looks fun”
  “Yes”, I replied playing along , “That ort to do it fine. I wonder what it is like to be polished like that. As you say, it must be nice, Andrew seemed to like it”.
 I could see Natasha flush and look away.
God, the idea of our beautiful and buttoned up Natasha in Latex being polished and caressed by Veronica. How was anyone supposed to concentrate on Andrew.  It was too much.
  “Er Juliet”,  I said as calmly as I could,  “Will you come and help me wash this polish off my hands, I just need the bathroom door opened”
     “Er sure”.
   Skittering out of the room like giggling school girls we rushed to the bathroom and closed the door
“Fuck I can’t take this”, I said, “Natasha wearing Latex?”
 “And Veronica is polishing her, is doing that glide thing on her”,
“She is Kinking her up. What would the Wi think, not that is has anything to do with them or anyone, but hell, what a thought…Hey, do you think she keeps her pearls on?”
 “You reckon she ties Nat’ up, you know and stuff”
  “Why not” ,I said, “Isn’t it all connected, you know latex and leather and all that BCSA or whatever it is”
  “Got to admit Erin, I am a bit jealous of Veronica, I mean fuck me Nat is hot, she…. God, you know I’m not that way Erin, but I would with her you know… I really would…I mean she is fifteen years older but God, just once I’d like to get those pearls off and lick….……oops”.
 Now the bathroom fell in to silence. I stared at my friend real good and she stared back. Blushing. The moment hung, the silence deepened and then from nowhere the giggles began and like little kids we were confined to the room until they passed.

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Monday, 20 July 2020

New Art and writing. All I Desired

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Hi Everyone.
    Bit of a big one today, This is a new piece of art, Inspired by an old image I posted on Patreon a while ago.
   However I created it without words in mind, which is rare for me and was unable to find the dialogue for the scene and so I used it as a preview treat  on Patreon and asked for ideas.
    Well reading them tickled me so much it lead me to write a short piece , which does not have a direct connection with the art, but was, like the comments on Patreon, inspired by it.
     I have added the comments from Patreon at the bottom and they make wonderful reading.
 The story is told from Jane's point of view and centres around a meeting between Jane ,Andy and the exotic Madam Suhani.

    Hope you like this, apologies for the messy concept again, but you can't deny there is more than enough content here  LOL.
 Life is a bit disjointed right now, but better than last week and to all of you lovely people who have Emailed me,I promise to get to you as very soon as possible.
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Andy



All I desired
By
AndyLatex

       “May I say she is absolutely divine, stunning. How old is she?”
“One and a half, though from acceptance two”
        “Oh Such a sweet age. Just beginning to bloom, with so far to go. What a thrill”
“Well actually I have chosen to keep him in Bud”
         “Really”. I think my words took Madam Suhani  by surprise, but it also placed a wonderful smile on her deeply glossed lips.
“Yes I think they suit him, they are just so sweet”
          “But, If I may ask, In the future?”
 “Well that is why we have traveled to you Madam Suhani. The Sisterhood have very strict rules, They had encouraged me to “extend” Andy’s feminisation into other areas, but I was insistent that he remained a boy, even with his tiny buds I could flatten them with a tight bandage and Andrew would once more pass as a boy, be it though a very feminine one and the very idea of changing him in any way was apparent.
   However I know your culture has far more understanding. You are a more sensual and that is how I see Andy, I want him to……to glow ”
           “Madam Fullerton-Jones, I can assure you Andrew glows, he has a natural light, but yes the sisterhood can be, very unbending in their views and I am delighted to meet someone who understands us so well. So many of the boys are given breast just for show, but buds are just so wonderful and as you so rightly say, sensual. At this time we call it second childhood, for even as your nephew is no longer a child, he is growing again into a new life, new body, new spirituality, being reborn. He is at his most beautiful of times and naturally you wish to keep him so”.
“I do Madam”
              “I sense Arunima”
 “Yes your people recommended it”
              “Glow of Dawn, nothing gives such an aroma. However you are aware that such hormones are very high and by capping the possess now all that extra femininity is spread throughout Andrew’s body. His skin will become fresher, eyes brighter.  It even adds slight but clear changes to his body and features such as hair and lips.”
 “Yes Madam I am aware, but they are the delicate changes I desire in Andrew”.
     I was so impressed with this stylishly suited and modern Indian woman. She was a bridge between the old sensual ways and the new science and as she shifted in her seat, her long legs crossing smoothly crossing, she gazed at Andy, but only saw a young woman dressed in modest western attire, yet all fashioned from the same glistening and wet latex.
            “I imagine, although it is exquisitely presented, your nephews choice of attire is not, strictly a personal choice. I sense the Sisterhood”.
“Yes Madam, it was a demand of the Sisterhood. In order for their help and guidance they insisted Andrew take a very singular style and that was the wearing of Latex at all times. However over time it has become less of an issue and to be honest Andy out of Latex would be very strange”
              “You need not fear Madam Fullerton-Jones, we will gladly maintain this code whilst Andrew is in our care”.  At that moment and probably for the first time since he had entered the cool temple like office Andrew, who sat between us, shifted in his seat, the faint sound of Latex, as it cracked against the smooth leather of the sofa. “Dear, dear, we are talking about you as if you are not here Andrew. My apologise”
  Now the woman shifted her eyes back to me.
                “However there are side effects to capping, which I think, by the look in Andrews eyes, is why you are here today. How long has it been since Andy’s nipples have been soft?”
“Weeks, he is in a permanent state of arousal, the slightest touch and he is all a tremble and anything more and he….. So much so that at an event last week, a simple garden tea for my friends, he very nearly climaxed in front of everyone, didn’t you darling. I had to make an excuse as to why you ran away. I try to keep his uniform and skin highly lubricated to avoid friction but that day, it was just too much, wasn’t it”.
                 “Totally normal”, the charming and calm woman smiled. “Totally normal for buds. May I see?”
 “Oh yes of course, Andrew unbutton your blouse darling”.  I don’t know why I was taken by surprise by the request, it was only natural she would need to see. I must admit, I was so proud of Andy right then. The ease at with he unpicked his blouse with those long polished nails was just so feminine and sweet.
                   “Oh they are hard aren’t they”, Madam Suhani said, leaning in closer, her glasses now on her nose. “Oh but they are gorgeous though, just right. Now I need to touch, is that ok Andrew?”
  “Yes Madam”. Andy said…yes madam, oh his voice was all trembles and soft.
                   “Thank you, just now relax. Very gently just the tip of your nipple. Oh you can see by that look in his eyes, Madam Fullerton-Jones, that that feels nice. Now a little harder if I may, just a soft squeeze”.
  Instantly Andy replied with a soft gasped moan and visible shiver.
                  “Oh dear there ,there my goodness yes”. Madam Suhani smiled, almost taken by surprise herself at Andy’s reaction. “Oh you are a sensitive little thing and do you see Jane, just that touch and his entire skin glows. It is as if his body is a lightening conductor, redistributing his arousal throughout his every nerve and into his boyhood, which owing to the Arunima remains un-aroused and therefore returns it undiluted back into his body……… May I ask the variant.
  “Amayat? “
  “Oh Amaya, Immeasurable, that makes sense, I thought it had to be.
Mmmm yes, there is an aroma, very warm very sensual.  I can understand your need for help from the Sisterhood, Amaya It is vastly more expensive and a lot harder to come by than other variants. However the results are superior to anything else. I believe the Sisterhood has a phrase to describe boys on Amaya, …walking nectar. Not subtle, but accurate. You are aware that boys are going to love him and I mean fall at his feet type devotion.  He will be walking nectar.
  Yes I am fully aware and the bees have already been a buzzing. But I …we need control over it. Often the combination of tight slick Latex, confining is body and the low gentle hum of his bird, tingling deep inside, has pushed him over the edge, some in seclusion and others in public. Don’t get me wrong Madam Suhani he is so sweet, so beautiful struggling to remain calm whilst I knew his body was on fire, his new sexuality flowing and unchecked. It is a wonderful thing and one I did not wish to curb, However I know it needs to be controllable, I want Andy to cum, but at my touch”.
  At that Andy shifted once more, a flutter of embarrassment in his eyes, as, without instruction, he once more modestly closed his blouse.
   “So can you help us?”
     The beautiful mature Indian woman sat back, in thought. “I believe so Madam Fullerton-Jones. You see, if Andrew is to remain in constant bud then he will be in constant arousal. It is the way of it. The price for sealing such pure femininity in a male body, But we do have a hands on treatment, that will redirect that arousal away from his boyhood and disperse it naturally throughout his body. However as ever there are side effects, but this time good ones. Redirecting all that unreleased arousal will, in time, remove any last hint of male traits and leave Andrew purely feminine, gentle and compliant”.
  “That sounds quite amazing, but Andy will still cum?”
  “Oh course Lady Jane, It would not be fair or right to deny him that, but he will, as you asked, only achieve this at your word or touch”.
 I remember smiling, This was all I desired.




So after I previewed this on Patreon back In April, I asked for ideas for what was happening and so here are the super comments from that post.

From our Friend Skinnie Stallion
   Gorgeous.   I think this might fit well as a follow-up to your recent Gigi series.   Aunt Jane has been sold by the Dark Institute but finally escapes her new owner's clutches.  She has to do a deal with the Dark Institute to find out where they have taken Andy.  He is now in the Harem of the Sultan.  (We obviously can't say where.)  He has been totally absorbed into the Harem,  feminised and brain-washed he has little memory of his former life.  He only knows the ways of the Harem and fits in well with the girls.  He looks like them and acts like them, and it never crosses his mind that this is not his home.   Even though he differs from most of the girls in one small respect, there are one or two others like him.   The Sultan treats them as the most prized of his concubines.    Jane is shocked to find that Andy seems to have no memory of her or his former life.   While she admires the beauty he has become, she wants her Andy back.   It's just a question of the price she will have to pay: to the Sultan and to The Dark Institute.

From our friend Nena
    Someone on the ball this morning, just stunning

From Our Friend Lee
    Andy is stunning as Lady Jane whispers in his ear. Instructions? Threats? How is his panty saving his innocence sticking to his hip? What delights do the future hold? Where is the burly Eunuch to protect our maiden?

From our Friend Queenofmy
    Breathtaking.......this piece is beautiful from  the jewelry to the heels to the nose ring and the sari.  The lips are equally captivating.  As for why he is there.......I think Aunt Janes business took her to India and she thought it would be a perfect time to get Andy out of his comfort zone and get him to experience  a different culture. What she did not plan for was Andy leaving the hotel and deciding to wonder the local markets alone while she was in her business meeting.  She had told him to stay at the hotel because he didn’t understand the language and it wouldn’t be safe for him to go out by himself. That was yesterday... thankfully one of the servants of the princess had left a message with the hotel telling her where Andy was. So she was relieved to find out he was okay but once she heard he had caught the interest of the maharajahs daughter she realized that this might be a perfect business opportunity that she just couldn’t pass up. Now for this scene You see Aunt Jane catching up with Andy and filling him in on what was going on.  Oh Aunt Jane I’m so glad your here does that mean we can go home.  Not just yet sweetie you see this predicament you find yourself in is actual a very good business opportunity for me.  So be at ease to know you will be coming home with me but for the next 4 days you will have to stay here and keep Meerabai company.  Oh Aunt Jane please let me come back to the hotel with you Meerabai is so mean.  She doesn’t  take no for an answer.  Look at my skin she had it dyed because she said I was to white and She pierced my nose.  Aunt Jane I have a nose ring  and I have to wear all this jewelry and dress in this traditional clothing and she only talks to me in Hindi even though I know she speaks fluent English.  She has me follow her around doing whatever chores she can think of and then yells at me when I don’t understand what she is asking me to do and  and.....I just want to go home.   I know sweetie I know but it’s just a few more days and you did bring this on yourself.  Do you know how worried I was when i got back to  the hotel and you weren’t there.  I told you to stay at the hotel where it was safe but you decided to go to the market instead. You had me so worried..... I’m really disappointed in you Andy and  I’m glad your okay but there is going to be consequences for your actions which include you staying here helping and obeying the princess  with whatever she needs or asks of you.......sigh yes Aunt Jane....... As Jane goes to hug Andy she tells him she loves him and that the time will go by fast but she has to go and as she turns to walk away she smiles and says that he does look beautiful and that the nose ring shows off his cute nose......wow I get long winded. Well you did ask for opinions....maybe not as long winded  as that was but your art does seem to bring that out in me....lol....  love it love it love it 💕 xxxxxxx

From Our friend Sebastian
    Andy needs more piercings imo. Would love to see him with nipples, tongue, and septum done in the future



Friday, 17 July 2020

Friday fun with Four from Christeen

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Hi Everyone
 Well I hope the weekend has come to you as quickly as it has to me. It only seems like yesterday we were enjoying 4 classy pieces from our friend Christeen, Well here we are with 4 more gems.
  Hope you like these as much as I do.
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Wednesday, 15 July 2020

Story. It Can't Be Wrong Part 2


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 Here is the next part of my story It Can't be Wrong. I hope you like it and fear not it isn't a long story.
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Part 1
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It Can't Be Wrong
By
AndyLatex
Part 2

    It was about 2 weeks later when the first special moment occurred. Andy and Kim had been working so well together and it was clear my beautiful Maid was very taken with her loyal puppy of an assistant. She would flirt like a beast, her fingers resting on his arms or back without invitation, not that Andrew ever rejected them, I could see the flush in his cheeks whenever they were close.
  So what happened, well Andrew had been doing a few things for Melissa, watering her beautiful rose garden, when he came in my kitchen door soaked from the knees down and I mean soaked. Kim did what Kim does and swiftly went into action, producing something for him to stand on dripping, before producing a towel. Now, convincing Andrew to get out of his jeans was a struggle, he was just so blushing and sweet, maybe for me alone he might not have been too bad but with Kim in attendance as well it was all too much.
“I can’t take them off”, he protested a little meekly, “I don’t have another pair and with respect I don’t want to stand here in my pants”. He meant underpants, but these sweet British boys have their own language. 
  “I have a pair of pants you can wear”, Kim offered, adding to the linguistic complications.
  “Kim”, said Andrew, “I really am not wearing your knickers, besides I only need a dry pair of trousers, my pants are fine”.
  I remember Kim and I looking at each other with a smile, he was sweet and such fun and spoke a foreign language.
   Anyway, to avoid any more confusion Kim skipped off to her room, returning a few minutes later to find Andrew now dry and his lower limbs wrapped modestly in a towel.
   In her hands she held a couple of pairs of black pants, one plain and simple and the other the same…apart from one detail….they were glossy vinyl.
   I matched Andrews protests about my choosing the vinyl ones with ease. “Well if you are going to spray water all over yourself again, they are perfect protection”.  I never said anything about us simply wanting to see his arse and legs in them.
  So without too much more discussion, he slipped into the other room to put them on, however on his return, all smooth and shiny, both Kim and I spotted the big problem, VPL.
Andrew still had his shorts on underneath the tight vinyl and that would not do. 
  More protests now followed, this time trickier to counter, after all what did seeing his pants mated to him. But it was Kim and that smile and the flirty touch that won the day. “Ok just for me”, she said, her hand on his arm and her southern belle accent laid on thicker, “I just don’t want any wrinkles stretching them, I mean I want to wear them again and they need to fit me real tight”.
  She was so wicked in such a sweet way, placing the image and idea that she herself would be wearing those self same pants was too much and Andrew, though dramatically begrudgingly, agreed. Not that Kim would ever have worn them, I mean that simply would not have been possible, because these polished vinyl pants were not in Kim’s size, however and yes I now admit to a little preplanning, they were in Andrews.
    A few minutes later Kim and I were sharing secret glances of utter delight, for standing and turning before us Andrew, looked as if he had been dipped in oil from the waist down, painted on would be the best way to describe those pants, so tight, so smooth and to our surprise and shared delight, smoothing, for he revealed less of a boy-bump than we had expected. Now I am not putting Andrew down, of course not, but…but…to be frank he was not a big boy.
   However and although we desperately wanted to see those beautiful shiny legs complimented by a pair of heels, we did not want to dwell on his clear embarrassment and so with a simple and matter of fact. “There you go, yes they will do fine for today”, we set him back to work.
  But the day had one last very special twist to come. 
It was near the end of the day, Andrew had returned from Melissa’s and was upstairs changing into his, now dry, trousers. I heard him in one of the back rooms as I was passing and from where I stood I could see him reflected in one of the mirrors, He was standing looking over his shoulder in to the long dressing mirror, his hands smoothing over his still shiny vinyl clad bottom. My heart fluttered and I knew. Yes he might politely protest, but he was the one and that night I happily dreamed of my pretty new Maid.


The next day just dragged, we wanted to wait until Andrew had finished all his chores before we played our cards. But it was worth the wait.
  
    “A sponsor?”,  he whispered, in disbelief  “You…you will be my sponsor?”
  “Not just I Andrew, all of us want to help you. A thousand Dollars each”
  “I can’t believe it, I really can’t…..All year!”.
  “Very much so” Natasha smiled, patting his knee, “You have great potential”.
Andrew sat back and gazed at the piece of paper. This simple A4 sheet of white was his freedom to see the world. For not only would he be helping his fellow students, our guarantee would open up so much more for him to explore within his education.  He was in heaven.
  “So we can say yes to that then”, I said, taking the letter and adding my signature to the bottom, before passing it to my friends. Each signed. “The first thousand dollars will be transferred by the end of the day. All we need is an account number”.
  Our young man paused, a sense of panic momentarily filled his eyes, then he slipped his hand into his pocket and took out a tatty wallet and from that a British building society bank card. “This is my Uni account. Will that do?”
  I took the card and added the details to the form. “Perfectly”. I said.
   “Shall I sign?” Andrew smiled eagerly picking up the pen.
I stopped him.
   “No no dear boy, not yet. You must be totally happy with all the conditions.
Andrew smiled “I am, I am. I am happy to work for you all whenever I can. More than happy to”
  Again he took up the pen and again I stopped him. “No Andrew read the letter”.
   Our young man smiled and nodded.
      As he read we settled back. As I crossed my legs I must admit my heart was racing and from the darting eyes of my companions I suspected the feeling mutual. I looked across to Andrew, his eyes scanning, passed the first page.
 Veronica reached to the table, to place her cup back and as she did I noticed her glance with a smile at Natasha. I smiled to myself. God why ever were they still trying to keep their sexual relationship secret. 
I re-crossed my legs. 
   “Excuse me?”, Andrew raised his eyes from the letter
  “Yes Dear”, I purred, turning towards him, invading his space, letting one polished heels rest against  his leg.
  “This….why? will I need a uniform?”
   Valerie, lent forward, her eye sparkling,  “Read on all will be explained”.
   Andrew read on. But not very far. “A……….a maid!”
  Our young mans eyes widening into sparking saucers, “A.. maid?, you..you want me?”.
   “It’s alright darling”, I said, patting his knee reassuringly, already imagining the colours I would use to highlight those gorgeous eyes. “We have already bought you a lovely uniform. Very cute, so don’t worry you will look divine”.
    However my words did not seem to relax our young friend, who’s eyes seemed to become wider with shock, “A…you mean a…..a dress!” he stammered the tea cup slowly lowering from his lips. “You, you mean like…like a girls dress?”.
 “Is there any other kind, dear”, Juliet added, her frosted pink lips sparkling as she smiled, “ Oh but don’t worry, we’ll help you with your make up and things. Just as we did Kim”.
  For a moment Juliet’s delicately skilled revelation did not register with Andrew, but the look in his eyes when it finally did, was one I wished I could have recorded to watch again and again, because it was a look that made my stomach flutter. You see it wasn’t one of utter horror or shock, yes at first it was a bit surprised and confused, but then….then there was this… ..sparkle and the sweetest blush dusted his cheeks. 
  “Kim….Kim is a boy?”
   “Oh course, he is”. Juliet said, giving it her very best to be matter of fact. “You did not realise? Well that will make him so happy because he is always worried about not looking feminine enough. Isn’t he Erin”.
   “Oh Heavens yes constantly, Silly thing, I mean really? but that should settle your nerves a little Andrew”. I said, squeezing his knee. ”I mean if you never realised Kim was a boy then imagine how pretty you will be”.


Monday, 13 July 2020

New Art. Danni Lends a Hand

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Hi Everyone
   Let's get those Monday blues blown away with a new piece of art. In fact this is a special piece as it was created for my friend Stvkar over at Deviantart as a thank you for his creation of a number of special pieces for me.
You may recall these.


Amanda Holden's got Talent


Rachel Riley Countdown to
cocooning





















Andy's Adventure
It features his own classic fem Boy Danni, alongside our own sweet Hero/Heroine Andy in a little tale together.
Danni's big mistake
    It is nothing wild or crazy, just a sweet little moment between the two and an over excited and especially sexy Aunt Jane.
    I hope you like this and if you want to learn more about Danni and the wonderful Stvkar please follow the link. 
(you may need to get a quick Deviantart account to really enjoy all the art he has to offer).
Anyway here are Andy and Danni together for the first time.
Hope you like
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Ps
Apologies for this rather unfocused post, but this weekend has been a bit shit