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  I am away at the moment so hopefully this will all load up. 

I will be back with more wednesday wonders but I needed to post this because it has been a wonderful week for Kylie fans  as, yet

again, she wriggled that perfect petite figure into latex to open the Battersea power station lights last week in London. 

 She just looks amazing in this Atsuko Kudo skirt and over sized jacket and not that it matters one bit , our perfect pop princes is 57 years old and personally I think the perfect age for latex. 

  But before we get there, lets have the penultimate chapter of Notatrogs wonderful story.

Chapter Ten. A Minor Reward.

As they drove home Alan was so excited that he could not sit still. He bounced and wriggled in the passenger seat of Will’s van. 

“Will! I passed! I passed! I passed my driving test.”

“I’m sorry for all the other drivers on the road. Remind me to stay indoors when you’re out and about. It was your third attempt after all, and you did get the maximum number of minor mistakes before a fail. You only just scraped it, Alan! No, I’m teasing of course. Congratulations. Well done. You’ll get your reward now. A brand new pair of boobs!”

This had been the subject of occasional debate since the dance. When they had had their first full and frank discussion about these matters, Alan had declared to Will that he had considered a boob job for purely aesthetic reasons but had decided against it, but recently Will had broached the matter with Aunt Jane.

“I not suggesting it for my benefit, Auntie, but for Alan’s. If he has a boob job his clothes will fit much better. He’ll be able to wear low cut tops that display cleavage, or go braless in warm weather. He would really like that and his confidence will improve, and if he feels good, I feel good with him. Can’t you have a word with him and persuade him to change his mind?”

And so it was that Aunt Jane set the challenge. “When you pass your driving test and if you agree, I’ll pay for a boob job, done by the very best surgeon.”

“OK Auntie, but nothing huge. I don’t want hulking great knockers, but just pert, firm, petite schoolgirl boobs. So that I can look feminine when I want to, but on the odd occasions when I need to dress totally male, they won’t look out of place under a sweater or a jacket.”

“I can’t imagine any occasions these days when you’d want to dress as a male, Alan, but I do agree that in your case something very subtle would allow you to display a cleavage or go without a bra when you want to while not compromising your psychological need to remain male. It would be totally cosmetic, rather than a step towards transition.”

The prospect actually excited Alan. Not just for him, but for Will, who had never, ever complained regarding Alan’s lack of female charms but would doubtless prefer that they were present, So on the day of his driving test he prepared carefully. He could not do anything more to prepare for the drive itself, but he wanted to impress the examiner with his steady, calm approach to the matter. He wanted to convey the image of a studious, careful young person. To this effect he dressed in a black PVC skater skirt, only just short enough to qualify as a mini-skirt. As a top he wore a blue and white pinstripe boy shirt that tied just above his navel to nicely display the single amethyst jewel piercing without appearing tasteless, this over a small padded bra that provided just a hint of a chest. For ease of driving he wore grey trainers with white schoolgirl-style socks just long enough to go over his knees. He thought that he had just got it right. Will had not been so sure, but now here Alan was, squirming with happiness in the passenger seat beside him, a fully qualified driver. A boob job was secured.

The gravel of the drive crunched under the wheels of Will’s van as they pulled up in front of The Grange. Having already been apprised of the result by Alan’s excited phone call, Aunt Jane rushed out to meet them, clapping and smiling.

“Don’t get out yet. Will, drive round to the back. There’s a surprise waiting.”

Will complied, and there on the gravel rear courtyard was a large square tent-like structure constructed from decorator’s dust sheets rigged over bean poles.

Jane had followed them round and waited until they had both dismounted from the van. She embraced Alan and kissed him enthusiastically.

“Well done! I knew you would do it! Congratulations, you are a fully qualified driver now. Here is your reward. Open it, Alan!”

“But Auntie, my reward is a boob job?”

“Oh, I was going to give you that anyway, Sweetheart. I just needed to right moment to persuade you to agree. It’s already all booked. No, this is your reward for passing your driving test.”

The two boys approached the structure. It was obvious that one pull on a rope would cause all the sheets to fall clear much in the manner of the unveiling of a statue. Will gestured to Alan to proceed. Alan grasped the rope and pulled. The sheets fell to the ground.

Both boys gasped in amazement. What was revealed was a car. A bright pink car, its shiny fresh paintwork gleaning in the sunshine. It was wrapped in a huge red ribbon topped with an enormous bow. Will recognised the make of car.

“It’s a Morris Minor. A Moggie. That’s a classic car, Alan. You won’t go very fast in it but they were built to last.”

“Oh thank you, Auntie. Thank you so very much. That’s totally unexpected. It’s super. Where did you get the idea from?”

“Just as Will said, Darling. You won’t be able to go very fast in it!”

Final Chapter will follow after we get our breath back from gazing at the gorgeous Kylie.

And now we return to  Notatrog for the final (only for now I hope) Chapter of this brilliant story

Chapter Eleven. Meeting Mr and Mrs Blumbaum.

They were no longer the subject of unwelcome gossip. The Reverend Greene’s intercession on their behalf had certainly worked. Of course, not everyone agreed with their relationship. Amongst the older villagers there was still an understandable degree of dissent, but on the whole they could now go about their lives openly and honestly without provoking much adverse comment. The younger members of the village community were positively supportive.

Some weeks later, once again Aunt Jane burst into their bedroom after knocking at the door but only waiting a nano second for the invitation to enter. The boys didn’t mind at all. They exchanged amused glances, used to her energetic interruptions, and welcomed her with grins. There was something inexplicably comforting about her presence such that neither felt any degree of embarrassment. If they really required privacy they would simply lock the door. Aunt Jane smiled with satisfaction whenever she heard them turn the key! Today she was waving another letter, something handwritten on what looked like extremely expensive notepaper.

“I’ve been invited to a ball. A society ball. I knew Mrs. Blumbaum years ago. She was Miss Fitzgerald then. We were at university together, and then we worked together in Latvia, long before you came to live with me, Alan. She met her husband in Israel. They’ve just bought Headly Court and found out that I live here. They are throwing a ball to meet local noteables and they’ve invited me. And guess what? I can take guests! You can both come with me. You will meet some society VIPs!”

Alan stood up from the stool where he was sitting at his vanity unit and glanced at Will. 

“I’m not sure, Auntie. We’ve only just got the villagers on our side. Most of them anyway, but society bigwigs? Thanks for the thought, but I don’t really think that’s our thing. What do you think, Will.”

“A society ball is not my natural habitat, that’s for sure. I wouldn’t know how to behave. I’d be like a fish out of water.”

“Oh poo poo! Both of you grow some balls. Well, perhaps not you, Alan, but you have to branch out and grow. I won’t insist, but please, for me, I want to show my favourite two people to the world. And Alan, I’ll get Margot to make you the most sumptuous ballgown you’ve ever seen. Surely you’d like that?”

 And so it happened that a limousine arrived outside Headley Court and after a footman had opened the door, it decanted Will and Alan into the paved portico. It was a white tie event and Will was wearing the smartest, sharpest tailed suit that Lady Jane’s money could buy. Alan was wearing a sapphire blue latex ballgown. Its tight, shiny boddice with a plunging neckline displayed the cleavage of his newly acquired breasts. The voluminous skirt of the gown was composed of numerous layers of gossamer thin translucent latex that caught, amplified and reflected the light of the glittering overhead chandeliers. His hair was long and golden, arranged in a perfect coiffeur. It was adorned with band of glittering sapphires that was just sufficiently different to a tiara so as to not breach protocol. He looked, and felt, a million dollars. Lady Jane, who had arrived earlier, regarded her protégés with a pride that made her fit to burst. The couple arrived in the receiving line in front of Mr. and Mrs. Blumbaum. 

“Good evening Mrs. Blumbaum, Mr. Blumbaum. We are here as guests of the Lady Jane Fulleton-Jones. I’m William, and this is my boyfriend, Alan.”

“Boyfriend! How marvellous! What a wonderful world we live in.”

To be continued we hope 

Andy

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