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HI Everyone

  Welcome to a little Wednesday round up,featuring ba wonderful story from our friend Skinnie Stallion based on Ai art,most of which can be found on Patreon.

  We also have a guest star or two The beautiful sports duo of Alex Scott and Gabby Logan,both of whom have given us a little smoothslicknshiny over the past week.

 We also have a little fun I found online plus a belated celebration of one of my all time favourites songs and bands.

 

  So first up our two guest stars and we lead off with beautiful Sports presenter and  ex Gymnast Gabby Logan 52 ,who graced the cover of The Times colour supplement this week wearing some beautiful pvc/vinyl pants and  killer Louboutins.

Next Alex Scott, now the beautiful Ms Scott has done it before in Latex, but this year she presenter Soccer Aid in a beautiful long leather dress, graced with her own name in the perfect place to catch the eye.

Following these two beautiful ladies, lets keep the heat up with a new story from our der friend Skinnie Stallion. This is based on Ai art of Bergman & Knightley which is regularly shared on my Patreon.

https://www.patreon.com/posts/ai-clip-final-127832427

Final Inspection

By Skinnie Stallion

She felt nervous.  She always did.   No matter how many times she’d done it, she couldn’t help herself.   Her knees felt a little wobbly.  They’d been fine for the last half hour but as the moment approached, she couldn’t help herself.  It was always the same when she went with a young man. Especially a nice looking young man like Edwin.   Would he ask her, or would she have to ask him?  Would he have the courage to ask the direct question?   She hoped so.   He had such lovely kissable lips.   After all their talking, she hoped she’d convinced him.    Would he take the plunge?  She wanted him.  She wanted him badly. A handsome energetic young man.    Just what she needed.  

She hoped he wouldn’t be a shy boy?  So many of the boys she went with were shy.  Not too shy to look, but too shy to ask.  He seemed tongue tied.   Perhaps she was going to have to take the lead.  He’d seemed so receptive when they’d walked together.  He seemed to like it when she took his hand.  He seemed to like holding her hand.  He held on to her and clutched her tightly when they talked to other girls.   Girls younger than her.   Girls a lot younger than her.  Pretty girls.   Girls closer to his age.   Was Edwin attracted to them?   She thought so even though he was very hesitant talking to them.   Would she stand a chance given their rival charms? 

The moment was fast approaching.  He still hadn’t asked.  She led him across to the foot of the spiral staircase.  He followed tamely.   Was he still too much of a puppy, or would his animal instincts kick in?  She stopped and put her arm round his shoulder.  She squeezed her thighs together trying to control her desire for him.  

He wasn’t short.  A bit shorter than her, but she did rather tower over him in her 5” heels.  Maybe he felt intimidated?   Was he going to say anything?  Was he going to ask?   Naturally she’d say yes if he did.  Her knees might be wobbly, but she could feel him shaking too.  The poor lamb was nervous.  He’d probably never been this close to a woman like her before.  A woman of her age.  A mature woman, as she liked to think of herself.   A woman who’d lived life as it was meant to be lived.  A mature woman in a silk blouse and PVC pants.  Was it her PVC pants that had first drawn him in.  PVC pants and high heels.     It was now or never.  

“So Edwin, what do you think?   Are we going to do this thing?”   He opened his mouth but no words came out. He just stared at her, apparently in awe.  She would have to take the initiative.  “I'm sure, Edwin, that you know the old rhyme:
            "Will you walk into my parlour?" said a spider to a fly;
  "'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy.
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I have many pretty things to shew when you are there."
"Oh no, no!" said the little fly, "to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."?' 

"Yes, Miss Bradley." 

"Well, I think you have to decide whether you want to go up those stairs to our transforming room. All our new B&K boys have to go that way. I can assure you, you will never want to come down again. The high of becoming a B&K Girl will stay with you forever." 

"Yes, Miss Bradley. Please can I go up?   Now I've met Stephen and Liam, I do so want to become a B&K Girl.  " 

"You're a wise boy, Edwin. You won't regret it.  You’ll fit in just perfectly at Bergman and Knightley.   Now let's go up and get your hair and make-up done. I'm sure we have shopgirl outfits in stock that will fit your lovely figure." 

"Thank you, Miss Bradley.  Thank you for inviting me for interview and showing me round."

“I’ll introduce you to Miss Henderson and Miss Warner.   They’ll take you through the first steps.  They’ll want to start by tidying and taming that unruly hair of yours.  It does look sweet, but I’m sure they’ll have far better ideas about improving your look.  A Bergman girl must always be exquisitely groomed.  And remember Edwin, it’s your decision.”

“Yes, Miss Bradley.   Thank you, Miss Bradley.”

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Three hours later, Edwin waited patiently for Miss Henderson and Miss Warner to return.  He leaned back in his chair admiring himself in the mirror in B&K’s exclusive Members Only Salon.  He couldn’t believe the change that the beauticians had accomplished in such a short time.  

“I think Miss Bradley has excelled herself this time.  She really has an eye for talent,” he heard Miss Henderson say as she approached.   

 “He’s such a beauty,” agreed Miss Warner clutching her iPad.  “Are you happy to approve Miss Bradley’s finders bonus?  I can put it through now, if you’d like.”

“Let’s complete our final inspection first, although I don’t anticipate any problems.”  Miss Henderson circled round Edwin while Miss Warner hovered in the background.  It was obvious to Edwin who was in charge.  “Let’s see.  Hair colour excellent: glossy chestnut is much more becoming than his natural dull brown, and his pixie bob with bangs is superb.  You were right, it suits his face perfectly.” 

“I thought it would accentuate his swan neck,” Miss Warner added. 

“Yes, especially with the pendant earrings.  A nice long dangle.  What was it like having your ears pierced, Edwin?  Not too painful?”

“It was fine, Miss Henderson,” replied Edwin although he still felt a bit sore and was only just getting used to the weight of the diamanté sparklers.

“Good.   Eyebrows possibly slightly overdone. They’re fine for now but a little thinning may  in order.”

“Noted, Miss Henderson.   I did wonder about having them tinted chestnut too, but thought it best to try him with a more dramatic line.”

“Yes, I can see your reasoning.   I adore his false eyelashes.   Be a good boy Edwin and flutter your eyelashes.”

“Yes, Miss Henderson.”

“Oh, how adorable.   You’ll have customers queueing up to be served by you.”

“Thank you, Miss Henderson.”

“I didn’t think you could make his lips look better Miss Warner, given their natural lush cherry red, but orange tangerine gives them a special allure.”

“Thank you, Miss Henderson,” said Miss Warner.

“Do you like your new look, Edwin?” asked the senior manager. 

“Yes, Miss Henderson.  I love it,” replied Edwin.  

“Well Miss Warner, I think that’s emphatic conformation that Edwin’s passed his final inspection.  You’ve done a great job here.”

 “Thank you Miss Henderson,” said a relived Miss Warner.  

“Now, Edwin, Miss Warner is going to take you to Wardrobe.   They’ll get you out of those horrid chinos and fit you with your new Bergman and Knightley uniform.”

“Oh goodie!  I can’t wait to get my B&K uniform.  I want to find out what it’s like wearing latex and heels.”

“My!   Whatever happened to the shy boy that Miss Bradley told us about?”

“I’m a B&K girl now.   I know it’s what I want to be.  I’m so excited.”

“Good.   Miss Bradley was right: you’ll make an excellent addition to the B&K team.  Miss Warner, please take Edwin to Wardrobe.   And please confirm Miss Bradley’s bonus.  She’s found another gem.”

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Another gem and so have we with that story...Love it.

Now that tribute. This year is the 25th anniversary of the moment i passed out in front of the TV when i first saw the video for Steps Deeper Shade of Blue track.

In the past Claire, Faye and Lisa had all worn leather, Claire especially seemed to wear it a lot. (she is my favourite, I might have mentioned that before.)However this time they went full in and slipped into Latex space uniforms reminiscent of the Thunderbirds Tv show.

Every time I see this I smile because this is the dance breakdown version and if you look closely you can see everyone, mostly Claire struggling to get the dance right. Ah the power of editing 🤣😂.

Anyway 25years ,what a thing to set before a teenager.

Finally. A few weeks ago I shared an image of Sally Nugent in an AI enhanced latex biker jacket. Well it seems overs have been having the same fun.

So here are a few od ITV breakfast host Susanna Reid and one of Sally with the benefit of smooth,slick n shiny Ai.

I think when it's done subtly it is fun and often seamless.

XXX

Andy

Wednesday with Skinnie ,Alex and Amanda

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Hi Everyone

   It has been a while but I have found time to have a quick Wednesday catch up and we have some classic to drift over.

 First up and possibly the biggest event since I was last here, was the epic vision of ex pro football player and now BBC sports reporter Alex Scott smashing the internet in a slick red YSL Latex dress as she co-hosted this years Soccer Aid game. I mean WOW!!!!!

Now a little bit of fun I have been messing with. Ai has spread rapidly and is great fun to mess with, though to be honest it will never replace the fun i have creating art in my own style.

  That said and after many miss-steps I have finally created a near perfect Ai model of Andy to go along with the Ai Aunt Jane featured on Patreon a few day ago.

Next a brief step back in time to Amanda Holden and that stunning yellow Latex dress, with a very brief clip of the lady herself showing us some moves.

 Love that dress

And now the sheer delight of a new piece by our dear Skinnie Stallion, or rather the first 3 parts. This is based on my art  'While the cat's away'

Thank you my dear S, you are a Gem 

XX

When the cat’s away, play away 

Part 1: When the cat’s away

A last lingering kiss through the open window, then Andy watched the Tesla glide smoothly away from the forecourt of Fullerton Hall and sweep down the curving, oak tree lined drive until it was out of sight.  He could track its progress by the scrunch of tyres on gravel.  He waited until he heard the distant clang as the electric gates to the Estate swung shut before flitting back inside on his Louboutin heels and closing the front door.   The air hung heavy in the silent hallway.  So different from the hustle and bustle as he’d prepared his Auntie for her trip to Tonbridge Wells. He leant back against the door, taking the weight on his heels, and stretched.   Alone.   But his heart soared.

So that was it.  He was on his own.  He licked his lips. He might have been trained not to, but still he licked.  He could touch up his own lips later.  He floated with pleasure as he closed his eyes savouring the tang  on his tongue.  He might have painted his Aunt’s lips earlier, but he could tell the brand and colour just from the taste: Chanel Coco Rouge Ultra Carmen.  He adored the richness of her Carmen shade that went well with anything she wore and perfectly complemented the soles of her Louboutins.  He slid his tongue over his lips again. He relished her Carmen overlaying his MAC Amplified Morange. He loved her warm creamy glistening  lips.  He loved the taste of her.   He loved his Auntie.

Lady Jane would be out for the rest of the afternoon and all evening: a business meeting followed by a dinner.  She’d said she wouldn’t be back till late.   Very late.  She’d been very mysterious about the identity of her dinner companion but he’d felt reassured by the elegant formality of her nicest brown business suit so she had to be seeing a client.   

Something still niggled though. A business meeting on a Saturday?   The stylish cut of her brown latex bolero jacket and the shapeliness of her figure hugging beige latex dress with pencil skirt coupled with 6” black Loubous could work so well on a date.  She was wearing her diamond pendant earrings too.  If he had a key, he’d check her diary but her office at Fullerton Hall was kept locked. It was one of the few rooms that was off-limits and not on his cleaning rota.  She said it was for GDPR and compliance with client data protection so he couldn’t argue about access.

He looked at the grandfather clock and checked the time.  Two o’clock.  He should have enough time if he raced through the rest of his afternoon rota.  He’d WhatsApp’d Will that morning.  He wafted delicately upstairs to his bedroom as fast as his 5” heeled sandals would allow.  He passed his Aunt’s Office lingering momentarily outside Jane’s Mistress Bedroom (she found the term ‘Master Bedroom’ distasteful) before moving on to his room next door.   It was such a shame that he would be missing out on one of their Saturday evening’s together.   They would be missing out.  His time with his Aunt was so precious.  He knew it couldn’t last for ever.

Even though he was alone in the Hall, he closed his bedroom door.  He was too used to being furtive when using his phone.  He retrieved it from under the mattress  and turned it on.  It immediately pinged with a reply message.    He’d suggested going to a film and then a bar, or maybe even bars. If they went to an early showing, he could be back at the Hall well before his Aunt returned. She needn’t know.   He didn’t tell Will why timing was going to be critical.  His face fell when he read Will’s reply: “Sorry, no can do.”  He was crestfallen: Will already had a date with his girlfriend.  Andy settled on the edge of his bed to reply.  There followed a flurried exchange of messages.   Will got Andrea to agree to the cinema provided she could bring a friend along to make it a foursome so that Andy wouldn’t be playing gooseberry.  She would check if Chantelle could join them.  Andy valued his time with Will, but he couldn’t help wondering what Chantelle would be like. It was a while since he’d been on a date.  He sighed.   Spending his weekends with Auntie had put an end to going on dates.

He looked at his dressing table and stared wistfully at his pictures of Emma and Keira attached to his make-up mirror.  It was nice that Auntie still allowed him his ‘girlfriends’ (although he kept the ones of Carol and Amanda back at his flat just in case Jane felt she had rivals).  His gaze shifted to his make-up palette and then to the little photo that Jane had taken of one of their first adventures together when Jane had persuaded him to go out with her wearing make-up. Not in town, of course, but in London where he could ‘hide’.  He still fondly remembered her special treat that day of a visit with her to the Honour store .  

He liked Andrea, even though she sometimes took priority with Will.   If Chantelle was Andrea’s friend, she had to be nice.  He just needed something to wear.  

Part 2: Play Away Preparations

A moment of doubt struck him. His heart fluttered.   What Jane had done with his Friday clothes?   These days he always changed out of his everyday clothes when he arrived at Fullerton Hall.  It was so therapeutic to be able to leave his humdrum work existence behind.  All he needed was to shower, do his make-up, then slip into a maid’s dress and heels knowing that he had a blissful weekend ahead with his Auntie.  He could be everything she wanted him to be, and he could be everything he now wanted to be.   It was a mystery to him know why he’d ever resisted his Aunt’s suggestions. It had been difficult enough getting him into heels at first, but she knew he would do anything for her.   Now it just felt natural.  And latex suited him so well.   But being dressed as a sissymaid wasn’t going to work if Will was picking him up in a couple of hours to go to the cinema.   

Jane normally took his clothes after he’d changed and only allowed them back on Sunday morning for church and returned them on Monday morning when she drove him into town.  What had she done with them?   They weren’t in his bedroom.   He needed to search.   There were only so many places they could be.  He nipped next door to the Mistress bedroom.   He knew her closets, her wardrobes  and her dressers.  No sign.  He scurried through the other bedrooms. No success. He tried the Box Room.   Nothing.   He began to flap.  He went downstairs.  They weren’t in the Utility Room.  He went through to the Garage.   No success.  They weren’t in the Reception Room.  They weren’t in the Sitting Room. They weren’t in the Games Room.  They weren’t in the Basement, not even in Jane’s special Playroom  or ‘Dungeon’ as Andy felt it more properly called.  He was getting anxious.   He moved on to the less likely places: the Library, the Dining Room, the Conservatory.  No joy.   

He started to feel desperate.  Will would be here in two hours, and he would still be dressed as a French Maid.  A latex French Maid.  A Maid with transparent, stay-up latex stockings and high-heeled sandals.   About the only thing he did not need to wear were his pretty gold hoop earrings, although they went so well with his Maid look.  The only place left to search was his Aunt’s Office.  

He went back up upstairs.  The paintings of Lord Fullerton’s ancestors lining the walls of the staircase looked down on him.  The portrait of Lady Mary seemed to be mocking him.  ‘This  is what you get for defying my daughter,’ she seemed to be saying.  He stopped at the first door on the landing.  He turned the doorknob.   The door didn’t budge.   It was locked like he should have expected.   He let go.  It reminded him that he still needed to complete that afternoon’s rota.   He had to get his Brasso and his cloths: Jane would notice if her knob hadn’t been polished.   He needed to polish a lot of knobs that afternoon.  Not just Brasso.  Spit and Brasso.   ‘Always spit when polishing a knob’, that’s what Jane had recommended when she’d started training him as her maid.  He didn’t understand.  It didn’t appear to improve the result.  Brasso alone seemed to work just fine, but Auntie had been insistent.   She wanted him to be the best maid and have the best knob polishing technique.  She said he’d understand one day.   He always spat now before he buffed the knobs.  

He looked through the keyhole as if that was going to help.   He went to check in his Aunt’s bedroom, but there was no sign of her keys.  He was beginning to lose hope.  How could he see Will let alone go out with him dressed like this. Then a thought struck him.

He went back to his bedroom.  He scanned the upper racks.  He knew what he was looking for.  Not the luxury bags that he kept as reminders of their shopping expeditions.   Not the boxes with his prized Louboutins.  Not the larger box with its latest addition of his Dolly Booty Alta Louboutins.  He already loved his Dolly Alta ankle boots.  He was amazed that Jane had bought him them such an expensive present. ‘For being such a good Boy!,’ she’d said,.   He didn’t understand her emphasis on Boy.  There were so many things he didn’t understand.   But he wasn’t going to protest that boys don’t normally wear 6” heels.  He loved the thought of being in 6” heels or higher in his Dolly’s.  Auntie had let him try on her pair of tan coloured PVC pants to go with them: ‘an extra birthday treat’, she’d said.  Black Dolly’s would go with anything, she said.  He just needed an occasion when Auntie would allow him to wear them.   And hopefully the pants too.

His eyes shifted to two boxes on the shelf above the closet with his maid’s dresses.   How appropriate that they should be there.   Boxes that Aunt Jane had made him pack nearly a year ago when he came to stay for a summer break and she’d first put him in a maid’s dress.  A summer of hedonistic pleasures. Dressing as a maid wasn’t his only first that day.  Jane had insisted that the clothes he was wearing that fateful day be consigned to the dustbin of history, or at least the shoeboxes. He wouldn’t be wearing them again. Not when he was with her.  Not now, not ever.   She’d made him pack them up and given him a sharpie to label them.   He stared up at his writing: “Andrew’s old clothes.  Do not open”.       He was now her maid.   She expected her maids to be presentable.   Her maids wore nice dresses.  Her maids wore high heels.  Her maids had to have flawless make-up.   She didn’t have time in her life for ugly, badly dressed boys.  He had to be pretty if he was going to stay with her.  Grudgingly he’d complied.  

The writing on the boxes teased him.  It tempted him.   Surely it wouldn’t be so bad to wear his old things to meet Will.  That’s if they still fitted.  He’d lost a little weight since last summer.  Lost it in the right places.   Auntie wanted perfect lines if he was going to fit the clothes that she kept buying for him.  Every week, his wardrobe seemed to expand: a lingerie set, a new dress, a new pair of pants, a skirt.  And that didn’t include the shoes. Andy wanted perfect lines too.   It had become a matter of personal pride.   He looked up longingly at the boxes.   “Do not open”, his writing glared back in warning.  Surely it wouldn’t matter if he was just checking whether his chinos and shirt were still the right size?

Part 3: The cat crept in

 

The boxes were tantalisingly out of Andy’s reach.  Even in his 5” heels he couldn’t reach the upper shelf.   He scanned the room.  He wasn’t going to the garage to get a ladder and risk scratching the oak panelling in the Hall or staircase.  A box should do.   He retrieved one from under his bed.   As he bent to unfasten his shoes, his hoop earrings tinkled together.   Aunt Jane had been right: it had been worth getting his ears pierced.   He felt so much better wearing earrings.  And as ever Auntie had been correct in her choice.  He’d  thought he’d just get a little gold sleeper.  In just one ear.    But no, she insisted on both ears, and she selected earrings for him:  little diamond studs for evening wear, sleepers for bedroom and overnight, and  large hoops for the day.  He loved his hoops.  They made him feel so .. he paused not quite believing what he was saying to himself … so …. well, so feminine.  They definitely framed his face and felt natural if he was wearing make-up.    They completed his maid’s ensemble. 

He snapped out of his thoughtful reverie, realising that standing on tiptoe would be no better than standing in his heels.  He just hoped the thin stilettos of his So Kates wouldn’t puncture the board or leave tell-tale marks.   He was retrieving the first box when he was jolted from his task by a voice behind him that he knew only too well: “When I come home I expect my Maid to be waiting with …” he heard his Aunt bark but she stopped mid-sentence.   Startled, he started to flap, lost both his balance and his grip on the box.  Its contents tumbled.   It was his deck shoes.  

“Aunt Jane!” he squealed in astonishment and broke into a cold sweat.  Had she rung the bell?  He’d never heard it, nor felt his Hummingbird go off.   He’d not heard the front door, nor her footsteps on the, as yet, undusted and unpolished oak staircase.   She must have come in while he was preoccupied.     What was she doing back so soon?   

 1 Beside its obvious connection to Jane’s phone, Andy’s Hummingbird is also connected to the main entrance bell to Fullerton Hall so that he can provide prompt service to Jane or her visitors.  Jane likes her maid to be on call at all times.

Jane watched the shoes land and caught sight of the writing on the box he was hastily trying to push back on the shelf.  “Andrew Watson!  Whatever do you think you are doing?”   She gazed about the room to see what else he might be doing.     She spotted his phone on the bed and picked it up.  Andy knew he’d been caught.  Caught red-handed.

To Be Continued

XXX

Take care everyone

xxx

Andy 

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Hi Everyone

   With our dear Skinnie Stallions story coming to a possible conclusion last week, it is time for a quick catch up on a few glimpses of Latex and Vinyl over the past few weeks.

   Firstly beautiful British TV presenter and ex ladies football player Alex Scott, has become a regular in leather and PVC over the past few months, so here is just a taste.

 Oh and before I go, last Fridays patreon post  https://www.patreon.com/posts/66629986 The fountain of youth, drew such a fun comment from one of our friends (that would be you Aidan) that Skinnie has got all technical and created a fun little vignette  which I will publish back over on Patrean as soon as time allows.

XXX

Andy

Now a lovely little clip as Lali Espósito hosts the Premios Platino awards in Atsuko Kudo latex

Now a real favourite of mine and of this blog  Sat 1's breakfast celebrity expert Vanessa Blumhagen made a beautiful return in a pair of wonderfully textured leather pants. Trouble is I can barely get past her beautiful smile to enjoy them.

and now another return to top form Gigi Hadid took the met gala my the throat in this gorgeous Versace Latex catsuit. In a word...Stunning.

   Finally and just in case you are missing your fix or fiction, here is a little sorry I uncovered on an old file. I may have posted it before but, its still sweet. (though badly edited and formatted Lol)

A little fantasy

by

Me

 You jump at the soft sweet voice and turn to find one of Ms Uptons beautiful Maids smiling down at you, you blush deeply, you can’t speak you never could to these gorgeous girls. You had never seen girls like them ever before, but since you and your Aunt had arrived you had been totally captivated by them, they way they moved, the way they spoke even the way they smelt was like heaven to a 14 year old boy. She informs you ,your Aunts return has been delayed until this afternoon and that she asked her to take good care of her special nephew, you blush again, she takes your warm hand. 

 “She says you like to play dress up” You feel your face redden, "So do we”, So saying she looks to the 3 other maids stands at the door, “would you like to play with us?” you look from girl to smiling girl, they beckon you and you feel yourself raising up and  with your hand in hers lead away into the house, 

 Arriving in their private quarters, 2 of the maids vanish whilst the others teasingly help you out of your clothes “What Is your favourite” they ask, slipping socks and shirt off, you search for an  answer,

 “P .p Pirate”, you stammer, as your trousers are placed to one side, they all oh and ah in friendly delight, before leading you, all but naked apart from your underwear and a deep all over blush, into their dressing room, where the other 2 maids are fussing over something on the bed, 

 “I don’t think we can beat a pirate, but I think you will like what we have for you”. 

 At that moment the 2 maids stepped aside and you see what they were fussing over, laid out was a beautiful shiny bright pink dress, trimmed at cuffs, neckline and very short skirt with masses of matching pink lace, by its side is a matching pink silk pinafore also edged with exquisite pink lace and next to that a frilly cap and colour. It is so shiny as if it were made of some  liquid gloss. You can't help but stare. “isn’t it pretty”, she sees your stunned and confused expression and smiles, “Don’t worry, you will look wonderful in your uniform, but first every Maid must look her most beautiful”

 Then without another word you are being settled in front of an oval mirror, the table  before you lined with brightly coloured bottles, tube, and brushes. You can’t believe this is happening, they are putting make up one you as if you were a girl and in no time at all that is what you become, for the boy who no time ago have gazed back at you from the mirror was now replaced by a very beautiful young lady, with sparkling blue eyes, framed by long black lashes,rouged pink cheeks and lips deeply glossed into a cute, bright pink bow and all framed by a fresh cascade of  golden perfumed waves . 

  You just stare, you wouldn't have believe it were you, if it were not for the taste of the bubblegum gloss that glistened on those lips.

You were dressed in a daze, vanishing quickly beneath a scented tide of feminine finery. Panties, stockings ,petticoats and needle like high heels, all in the brightest  pink, each item seemingly drawing you deeper into femininity, before finally it is held before you,that glossy pink now seemed even shinier than before as it eased up your feminised body. Your eyes widen and lips form a glossy pink  ‘O’ of surprise ,ITS RUBBER! Smooth clingy pink rubber!

  They ease your arms into the long sleeves and draw it up to enclose your body, the rubber stretching and moulding about you as they close the 4 tiny buttons at the back. Then as the aroma of the scented rubber fills your head, one maid slips your pinafore about your waist, as another encloses your slim neck in the collar , a third places the dainty cap  atop your golden hair. Whilst the last eases your trembling hands into the matching rubber gloves. Leaving one last task.  

  You look in surprise as a small can is held before you, “Close your eyes Andrew dear”, you obey and a moment later gasp as a cool mist settles on your rubber outfit and all the maids begin to polish , drawing if it were possible, an even deeper lustre from that rippling pink film. 

Turned now to the full mirror you gasp through painted wet lips as you witness the your new ultra feminine image. A vision of rubberised perfection, a beautiful doe eyed rubber maid, her perfect body enfolded in a sweet cocoon of bright baby pink latex.

 “You look gorgeous”, the maids said fussing about there new sister, “we were always told you  would be”.,

 The beautiful baby Maid enters the hallway, you are graceful now atop your high heels as if born to them, you come to where you beloved Aunts sits, you pause and drop a sweet curtsy. Her eyes mist, well with tears of delight, she smiles, “I have waited so long, I always dreamt one day it would be true, but you are even more beautiful than I could possibly have imagined ”.

 Your pink painted pout slips wetly into a smile,”I have never felt so….so nice,I wish I could stay like this for you forever” you purr your voice soft and feminine.

  Your aunt smiles and takes your hand, “ You will my darling Child, you always will”.

xxxx

Andy