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Hi Everyone
Rushing in to send you all a Wednesday treat I hope you all enjoy,we have treats from Notatrog, Amber and Kitka, plus my usual ramblings
XXX
Andy
We are loving Sally's new look this week
and via the lens as well.
Seems we all need to tune into Channel 69, for some classic 80s and 90s retro creature features as the adventures of Junior Cadet Samantha Holden are brought to the small screen in a series of, low budget? you ain't seen nothing yet.
Amazing work and here is some more from our dear Amber,some her her creations and some have been uncovered by her exquisite eye.
The perfect fit, for the perfect Grandma Host
Everyone need a little help some times
Here we have a super little story from our dear friend Notatrog,you may recall Notatrog has taken my art as a backdrop to create a variation ,placing Alan in Andy's place but without losing any of that fetishistic fun.
I take my art being given a new life as a compliment,especially when it is created with such care and modesty as this.
Enjoy
Reunion
By
Notatrog
Based on ideas and characters created by Andy Latex
Part 1
“Oh no! It’s Mister Barton. I can’t face going through lots of explanations, not again today, Will.”
On their way to the shopping mall Alan had just been stopped at a routine police Christmas drink drive check. First, his bright pink Morris Minor had drawn a lot of attention, then when he had produced his driving licence the difference between his appearance and the gender on his licence had taken some lengthy explanations. The police officer had done very well maintaining polite scepticism in the face of a young male driver, one Alan Haversham, presenting as a pretty female with vibrant copper coloured hair styled in a cheeky asymmetric pixie cut and wearing a skintight black latex top which clearly displayed firm braless breasts, this over a shiny tartan PVC microskirt and thigh high black latex boots with five inch heels. The explanations from both Alan and Will had taken a good ten minutes.
Mr. Barton had taught English Language and History at the school which until a year ago Alan had attended along with his best friend, Will, whose hand he was now grasping tightly for support. It was still relatively early in the morning and the mall was not at all busy. The elderly Mr Barton had seen the couple and had undoubtedly recognised Will, and there was no possibility of avoiding him without being embarrassingly obvious about it.
“Just hold tight and let me do the talking. I really don’t think he’ll
recognise you.”
recognise you.”
“Whyte! William Whyte! One of my more well behaved and studious pupils. How are you, Whyte? I’ve seen you around from time to time, with this very beautiful young lady, but you used to be inseparable from young Haversham. Alan Haversham. Has he moved away! “
“No, Sir. I still see quite a lot of him. We are still very close, it’s just that he keeps himself to himself with his Aunt at ‘The Grange’.”
“Ah, The Grange, yes, I remember. He moved in with his Aunt when he was quite young and his parents became too infirm to look after him. That’s right, he was a very late child for them wasn’t he. Give him my best wishes when you see him, Whyte. I think that some ex-pupils from your year are arranging a bit of a reunion so I hope to see you both there. Well, I must get on, it’s been good to meet you, Whyte, and your lovely young companion.”
The encounter was quickly forgotten. Work at the ‘Noir’ boutique was both engrossing and enjoyable, always under the benign guidance of Aunt Jane’s gentle hand. It was six months later that an envelope arrived addressed to Alan. It contained a neatly printed card.
“Hi Alan. We are holding a school reunion in the school assembly hall for everyone from our year. There will be a bar, snacks, live music and dancing. It will be great to find out what everyone is doing now! Especially you in your new persona! We look forward to seeing you and Will there on 15th September.
Please come,
R.S.V.P.
Tom & Sheila.”
“I’m not averse to going,” Alan professed to Aunt Jane and Will as he showed them the invitation, “but everyone from school will remember me as I was then, and I’m not sure how well I’ll be accepted now. You remember what Darren was like when he saw me in the pub. I’m worried that others might react the way he did.”
Aunt Jane laid a reassuring hand on Alan’s shoulder.
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry, sweetheart. Will is there to look after you, but you forget, both Mayfield and I are on the board of Governors, so we can be there as well. I’m sure that all your old school friends know how you live now. No, you really should go. It will put the pub incident to bed and give you a chance to find out what they have all been up to. I’ll ask Margot to make you something special to wear. Something suitable just for the occasion!”
Alan gave Aunt Jane a sideways glance.
“Now Auntie, I know what your idea of ‘suitable’ is. Please, please, please, something plain and conservative. Nothing naughty or skimpy. Promise me!”
Aunt Jane smiled.
“Of course, darling. I promise. Something plain and conservative and not naughty or skimpy.”
She turned and left the room, and as she did so Will thought he detected a mischievous smile accompanied by a muted chuckle.
Work at ‘Noir' continued. Business was thriving. It certainly surprised Will just how many people wanted a little latex in their lives, either as bedroom fetish wear or as stylish everyday or clubwear. Alan was happy to model any of these in the shop. The promised dress faded into insignificance under the healthy volume of work.
Thus it was that 15th September arrived with unanticipated, startling haste. That day Alan was in the shop, modelling a particularly tight and figure hugging black latex sheath dress. By now his hair had grown out and changed style and colour. He was sporting a classic jet-black, soft, pageboy-inspired bob. This perfectly complemented the high neck, sleeveless dress which was so tight as to almost prevent his walking and which highlighted rather than hid every curve, contour and crevice. That morning it had taken Aunt Jane and Will twenty minutes to get him into it. There was no room for anything underneath other than dressing lube and a tiny sliver of ‘modesty' tape. Alan, working on the shop floor, was much admired and complemented for wearing something so bold, daring and revealing. The day flew by and closing time rushed upon them with impetuous speed.
“Auntie. I won’t have time to get out of this dress before we go home. The latex is so thin and clingy I don’t want to rush and risk tearing it. I’ll keep it on until we get home, then I can change straight into my dress for the reunion.”
Aunt Jane smiled benignly.
“No need Alan, darling, that is your dress for the reunion!”
“Auntie, you promised me plain and conservative, not naughty or skimpy!”
“Precisely, Alan. It’s just that. It’s plain, no bows, ruffles or adornments, it’s conservative, it’s neck to ankle and covers everything. It’s definitely not skimpy. I’ll grant you it might be just a tad naughty!”
Alan sighed in resignation.
The trio travelled back to The Grange in Aunt Jane's Jensen Interceptor.
“Auntie, I’ve been wearing this dress all day. I’m all hot and sweaty now. I’m going to have to take it off to take a shower. Please can’t I put something else on for the reunion?”
Aunt Jane concentrated on her driving, leaving Alan's words hanging, before answering.
“Alan, sweetheart, are you saying that you don’t like that lovely dress that Margot made specially for you?”
“No, Auntie, not at all. It’s a lovely dress. I really do like it. It’s tight and figure hugging and shiny and all the things that I like, but just not for a school reunion where I’m going to meet lots of people my own age who knew me before I publicly started living as I do now. Seeing me in a simple cotton frock would be shock enough, but wearing a full-on latex fetish dress! ... Please no, Auntie.”
Again a series of junctions and roundabouts seemed to dominate his Aunt’s attention, then after a very pregnant pause he saw her face in the rear-view mirror break into a smile.
“Alan, my lovely boy. I’ve just been teasing. Margot has made you a splendidly sophisticated mini-dress. Just long enough to be formal, just short enough to be exciting. And just tight enough to show off your wonderful boobs. And sexy enough to make everyone jealous that it is Will whose arm is linked with yours.”
Beautiful stuff. Tune in for the conclusion next week
COMING SOON!
When a glamourous Tv presenter is dragged though a worm hole into another universe, it can mean only one thing.......... SLIME!!!!
