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Wednesday, 10 December 2025

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    Just popped in to bring a fun Wednesday round up, featuring another great story from Skinnie Stallion, this one from the world of Bergman & Knightley,an amazing performance from the one and only Kylie Minogue, A look through the Shiny Lens and a few more treats

   First up an amazing moment. The other day I came home late and turned on the Graham Norton show and was knocked sideways when one of my favourite actresses Kate Winslet appeared in this stunning dress.She is so natural and beautiful and as she said, she is 50 looks fabulous so why not .She looks so amazing .








Next we cast the shiny lens back to the time when blog favourite Emma Watson was struggling with the Latexium curse.
Covered up at the time the truth can now be revealed, Glossy and wet right down to the transformation those iconic heels



Though she kept it a secret, the shiny lens reveals why Sally Nugent seemed distracted the other day on the breakfast sofa.



Now a little gift from our dear Amber. On the Patreon we have been visiting Bergman Hosts, caring for those sweet Bergman Boys.
These are Ambers very own take on there experiences




For those who have never seen the add.


Now lets sit back and enjoy that amazing performance  and I have no doubt you are as delighted as I am that she is getting more use of that amazing latex outfit.




No way to top that...Oh hang on, yes there is. Over to you Skinnie



My Grandson Barbie

By

Skinnie Stallion


Agnes put her feet up, savouring the aroma of fresh coffee intermingling with the sweet scent of her Dundee cake starting to rise.  It was nice that Ethel was coming round for coffee and cake.   She would enjoy having a relaxed chat and introducing her friend to Peter.


It had been Sonia’s idea to send Peter down south to stay with Agnes for the summer.   It was his own fault.   It was obvious from his results that he’d not studied.  He’d not put in the work.  Maybe moving out of the Halls of Residence for his second year had been a bad idea.  The travel to lectures wouldn’t have helped.  His choice of rooms near the station had never seemed sensible.  Now term had finished, Sonia didn’t want him lounging around at home or going out to bars with old school friends.  And he could kiss goodbye to any thoughts of getting a holiday job and saving up to go to Ayia Napa or Ibiza.   He needed to stay focused on his Business Studies Course and be ready for resits at the end of the summer.   If he didn’t pass those, he could kiss goodbye to his third year in Newcastle.  


Sonia knew she’d be of no practical assistance herself; she’d just end up shouting at him if he didn’t study.   She had no head for figures, but her mum had been a successful businesswoman, which is why Agnes had been able to afford to retire to the south coast as well as helping out with some of Peter’s university costs.   Fortunately Peter had  always got on well with his Gran.  She might be a bit eccentric and have a rather wayward dress sense for a woman her age, but perhaps she could get him to see sense and help him with his studies.  It might not be much of holiday for Peter but he needed to knuckle under and work if he was going to avoid getting chucked out.   


Agnes couldn’t understand why Peter was having problems.   He’d always been a bright boy.   It had been his choice to study Business Studies.   She’d have preferred him to have studied something a bit more academic but he was adamant.  He ought to be sailing through the course.   The penny dropped for her during the first tutorial she’d given him.  The day after he arrived, she tried to explain ledger accounting to him.  When she started to use his bank statements to go through Debtors and Creditors she’d been dumbfounded.  There was more money in his account than she could believe.  Money had been coming in regularly throughout the last two terms.   Every week, he’d been depositing a thousand pounds or more in cash.   


At first she  wondered whether he had a job, but what job would pay that kind of money to an unqualified student?  The money definitely wasn’t coming from Sonia.   This was more money than Sonia was earning and it was being paid in as cash.   Agnes quickly dismissed her second thought that he had been stealing: the weekly amounts were too similar and regular.  Her suspicions were already forming.   She knew she had to confront him and get to the bottom of this.   And she also needed to teach him about compound interest: the silly goose was keeping all that money in his current account.  He needed a deposit account with a decent rate of interest.


“Peter, I need to talk to you about these, pointing to the columns of incoming payments,” she said as she leafed through the statements.  Peter began to shake as Agnes moved closer to him on the sofa.  He couldn't believe his stupidity in letting her see his statements.   He knew she wouldn’t let it rest till she found out the truth, and he wasn’t going to start lying to her.  He never had, and he never would.  “How have you got all this money?  It can’t be a job given the size of all the amounts.  Have you been doing OnlyFans?  I know some girls get a lot of money that way.  I guess boys can too.   But that wouldn’t come in as cash, would it?”

“No Gran.   Not OnlyFans.”

“Ok not OnlyFans but something similar?  Something on the internet”

“Not really.”   Peter trembled.  He wasn’t quite lying. He might have used AdultWork to get noticed initially but he’d taken down his profile as soon as word of mouth had started to spread.   He didn’t want any of his friends finding it.


“Ok, well what?”


Agnes’ jaw had dropped when Peter told her what he’d been doing in the afternoons and weekends when he should have been studying.    He might be an attractive young man and popular with the girls, but she knew well enough that he wasn’t the type of boy who was cut out to be a gigolo, as her generation knew male escorts.   It appeared that he had ‘friends’, as he referred to them, who visited or he called round most afternoons.  Friends who preferred him wearing a dress.   Men as well as women.  Some were clearly older ladies, who liked taking a younger man in hand.


The silly goose.   If only he’d talked to her first.  At least he was still in one piece and hadn’t been physically hurt by his experiences although she expected he’d received some chastisement and rather firm spankings from a few of his friends, particularly the ladies. One lady had a particular penchant for collecting him on Friday afternoons to stay the weekend in her luxury apartment near Whitley Bay.  She kept him as her plaything and maid, returning returned him to his flat Newcastle  on Monday mornings still in his maid’s uniform.   No wonder he missed lectures on Monday morning, but he was being so handsomely remunerated for his services.


Agnes knew what she needed to do.   She called Bergman and Knightley immediately after she finished her tutorial.   Bergmans had called round to collect him that very afternoon, more than willing to oblige one of their Platinum Card holders.   One week later, she was looking forward to seeing what they’d accomplished.


At ten-thirty, the doorbell rang.  “Am I early?” were Ethel’s first words.


“Not at all, dear.  Perfect timing.   Come in.  The coffee’s just brewed.   Go through to the lounge and I’ll bring it through.  Cake?”

“Ooh, yes dear.”  Ethel sniffed.  “You know I love your Dundee cake.  Now what’s this surprise you’ve got for me.  I can’t believe it’s just the cake.”


The two friends had been talking for nearly half an hour when Agnes heard a van pull up outside.  The doorbell rang at precisely eleven. Bergmans were nothing if not reliable.  “I’ll get that,” said Agnes heading for the door.  “I’m sure that’ll be Peter.”


An attractive young girl was waiting outside.   Agnes noted that the white van was discreetly unmarked to avoid arousing neighbour curiosity, but the girl’s uniform of white blazer, black pencil latex skirt and heels immediately identified her as a B&K representative.   “Ms Elkins?   I’m Maya from Bergman and Knightley.  We have a delivery for you.   Are we Ok to bring him in?”

“Yes, certainly.   In the hall will be fine.”


The girl gestured to two well-built ladies in leather jackets, leather trousers and work boots who started to open the van’s rear doors.  “You may want to give us a few minutes while we bring him in and uncrate him.   We’ll clear away any mess.  If it’s OK, I’ll call you when he’s ready.”     Agnes was eager to see B&K’s handiwork but, maintaining her patience, consented.   He’d been away a week, another few minutes wouldn’t make much difference.   She’d only been back in the lounge for ten minutes when there was a gentle knock and a head poked round the door.   “All done,” said Maya.   “Please can you come and inspect him, and sign the delivery docket and invoice?”


“Certainly dear,” said Agnes, helping Ethel out of her seat.  They gathered beside Maya as the girl drew back a red sheet to reveal a blue and pink display box with art deco flourishes housing a life size doll.    Agnes heart leapt with joy as she saw what Bergmans had accomplished.   It exceeded her wildest dreams.   “He looks wonderful!” she exclaimed.


“Oh goodness,” squeaked an astonished Ethel.


“We went with your feminisation proposal, but given our new Barbie range, we decided to go the full Barbie with him and personalise the packaging for you. May I present to you your new ‘My Grandson Peter Barbie’ fully feminised, bimbofied and Barbiefied.” said Maya.  


“Ooooh!”  There were admiring shrieks of delight from Agnes and Ethel. 


“We turned him blonde for the full Barbie effect although his roots will need retouching in  a few weeks.   He’s wearing an off-the-shoulder, black latex midi bodycon hobble dress from our Rhys Jenner Boys Will be Girls™ range and a pair of B&K’s standard 5” heel courts.  I hope you approve.  Latex definitely suits him.  The packaging has a rear entrance, as does his dress, so you can present him to friends and guests and have lots of fun unboxing and unwrapping.   This is your remote.”  Maya proffered a small device towards Agnes but Ethel grabbed it like an excited child and started to press buttons. “As you can see, he’s been encased and lacquered with B&K’s Perma-Gloss™ Shell Finish so his make-up will never run, he’ll have a permanent shine and he’s stiff but fully poseable like any good Barbie doll.”


Agnes raised an eyebrow.  “Stiff?” she enquired.

“Oh, not there, of course.  His little thing’s encased in the Perma-Gloss™ shell and will stay small and limp however hard he tries and strains.”


“How sweet,” said Ethel.


“His shell finish has been padded and moulded to give him some cleavage and enhance his curves.   It’s quite rigid, although he can still feel sensations if he’s touched or caressed.”


“Or fucked?” interjected Ethel while pointing the remote at the box.  Peter’s eyelids started to flutter as his plug sprang into life.   This was so humiliating.   It hadn’t been so bad when it was the girls in the workshop playing with him, but not in front of his Gran and whoever this rather crude, old lady was.   Why hadn’t Gran told him that she shopped at B&K?  He loved going in their Newcastle store but only to browse.   It was only recently that he felt he had enough money to afford the items he hankered after.


A person with blonde hair and blue eyes

AI-generated content may be incorrect.“Yes, while fucked or fingered.   Obviously no lacquer has been applied in those sensitive, intimate areas so he’ll feel every stroke.  He just won’t be able to move himself, but you or any of his partners will be able to move his head, arms and legs like any good doll.  And adjust and open his mouth.   He can’t speak but he can still use his tongue.”   


“How sensible,” added Agnes, “but can he hear?  I do want him to be able to continue with his studies.”


As the tempo of his plug began to increase, Peter blinked and tried to catch his Grandmother’s eye to no avail.  He was full of regret for what he’d done during the last two terms.   He wanted to shout ‘Grandma, please, I promise to try harder at uni,’ but his mouth remained frozen in the same delicate ‘O’ from when he’d sucked the last of the B&K Boys just before being installed in his box and taken to the despatch bay.


“Yes, we followed your wishes,” continued Maya.  “He can still hear and see perfectly.   He can hear every word we’re saying now, and can move his eyes and flutter his eyelashes to communicate.   Our therapists and technicians have given him basic ‘speech’ training but his vocabulary is still quite limited.  You’ll need to learn them too if you’re going to understand him.   He currently knows:  ‘Yes’, ‘No’, ‘Please’, ‘Thirsty’, ‘Hungry’, ‘Poo’, ‘Piss’, ‘Bottom’, ‘Mouth’, ‘Plug, ‘Cock’, ‘More’, ‘Less’, ‘In’, ‘Out’, ‘Slow’, ‘Fast’, ‘Deep’, ‘Hard’, ‘Vibrate’, ‘Thrust’, ‘Stop’ and ‘Thank you’.   So, for example, ‘More cock’ would be fluttering his eyelashes fast then opening his eyes wide.  More words and phrases are listed in the manual if you are happy to train him.  I do hope that you are satisfied Ms Elkins.”


“He’s perfect.  I could not be happier dear,” said Agnes. 


“That buzzing seems to be getting louder,” said Ethel.


A person standing next to a doll

AI-generated content may be incorrect. Peter’s eyes bulged as his plug sprang ramped up its intensity.   He wanted to squirm but was restrained by his rigid shell.  He knew he was already beginning to  leak.  He closed his eyes tight for a second hoping Maya would notice his request to stop.


“That’ll be his plug, Madam.  I think you’ve put it on to thrust.  Let me just reset him,” said Maya taking the remote from Ethel and pressing the Off button.   “I’m sure you don’t want to exhaust him or his batteries too early.”

“No,” agreed Agnes, taking the remote from Maya. 


“Or make him too sore,” Maya added.   “It is a rather large plug and it’s only there to keep him comfortable, content and always ready.”   


“Quite.   What size did you go for?”

Maya checked the paperwork.  “The workshop report says six inches and two inches diameter.  They found the smaller sizes were too loose in him.   He’s clearly been taking quite a lot of cock.  Well sized ones too.” 


“The naughty boy!” exclaimed Agnes with a smile of delight.   She felt so proud of her grandson.   He was clearly the boy she’d always thought he’d be, and living his dream.  The B&K ‘improvements’ would only enhance his development.


“Do you want to take him out to road test him?   We can go through the features and procedures for feeding and toileting.   Then we just need to complete the paperwork,” said Maya,  “and your warranty.”


“I’m sure everything will be fine.   We can talk through the features.  I don’t want Ethel getting over-excited again,” said Agnes giving her friend a hard stare.   “I’m very satisfied with what Bergmans have done and am happy to sign.”

“Excellent,” said Maya, holding out a document and a pen to Agnes.


Agnes examined the document.   She paused before signing.  “But the invoice says zero.  No charge.  I’m quite happy to pay.”

“Well, as one of Bergman and Knightley’s oldest …”


“Less of the old, dear, please,” interrupted Agnes.


Maya corrected herself: “As one of Bergman and Knightley’s most loyal customers, we thought you deserved this bonus, although there are some conditions we would like to attach.”

“What are they?”

“Given how he has turned out, we would like to use Peter over the summer as a display item in the store at weekends.   Would that be acceptable?”


“Certainly.”


“And given the issues you described when placing your order, I have consulted with our Newcastle store.  They are willing to accommodate him with their resident B&K Boys.   And he can have a weekend job in the store if you choose: that way you can stop his little escorting games and he can cover some of his accommodation costs.  Would that be acceptable?”


“Yes.”

“And if he graduates successfully and is well behaved, B&K will be happy to offer a pretty thing like him a permanent job.   On the shop floor at first of course, like all our trainees so that they understand the business,  then moving to the back office if he acquits himself well.  We wouldn’t want him to waste his degree.   But that’s only if he wants.   A lot of our B&K Boys are happy to stay on the shop floor, or be auctioned, or become part of our loan portfolio.”

“How perfect!” exclaimed Agnes, signing the document with a flourish.  “Are you happy with that Peter?”


Peter blinked twice.


“He says ‘Yes’,” said Maya.


“And will he get any cock?” asked Ethel.


“Oh, I’m sure he’ll be very well catered for.  Our B&K Boys may be feminised in looks, but many of them still have voracious appetites.    Between them, our B&K Girls and management in Newcastle, and our Platinum Card Customers, he should be kept more than happy while not neglecting his studies.”


“Are you happy with that Peter?” asked Agnes.


Peter blinked twice.  


“You promise to study this summer?”


Peter blinked twice again.


“Good.   Why don’t we go through and have some coffee while you take us through the features, Maya?   That’s if you have time.”

“Oh certainly,” agreed Maya.


“And please invite your delivery ladies to come in and join us.   I’m sure Ethel would like to get better acquainted with them.”

“Certainly.   I’ll just go and ask them to come in.”

Agnes and Ethel went into the lounge as Maya turned towards the front door.   Peter hoped that she would notice him as he narrowed his eyes, winked his left eye, and slowly fluttered his left eyelashes, before closing both eyes for a second.   


“You really are a naughty boy,” Maya  muttered.  “All that you cum you swallowed when you were in Packing must have whetted your appetite.  I’ll set you going when I’m in the lounge going through the manual and describing your all features to your Gran.   You are a lucky boy to have such a caring Grandma.  I’ll see you in eight  weeks when we pick you up for shipping to Newcastle before your resits.   We’ll leave it to the Newcastle gals to strip off your Perma-Gloss™ Shell, although I’m sure they and  their B&K Boys will want to have some fun first.   Please make sure you pass.   You’ll enjoy becoming part of the B&K Family.”






Happy Wednesday

XXX


Andy

Wednesday, 17 September 2025

Welcome back to the shiny Lens and more

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Hi Everyone
  Again,once again it is so good to be back,I have missed you and missed sharing goodies with you,Like I said on Monday I took a step back to the very start of the blog to see what the world was like then, so I have taken a step back to that time and dug out the blogs old Shiny lens and cast it around the media to see if there were any hidden moments of fetish delights that the naked eye had not been able to see.
  The results will be posted here over the coming weeks,but we will start with the lady who started it all the ever amazing Carol Vorderman.
    Back in the beginning we needed the lens to see her kinky side, but then she blew our minds with that photo shoot, however just under the surface that kinky Carol can still be revealed thanks to the patented  S.S.n.S Shiny lens. 
 Day time Tv at its very best.







But wait I hear  you cry, Carol was not the only gorgeous woman there at the start, we have forgotten Keira....The hell we have . In fact as we have been going through our archives we came across a lost cover for the S.S.n.S Magazine.
   

 We have so many cute things sent by readers, which I will get to over the next few weeks, but lets get right up to day with something I know you have been missing and that is a new story from Skinnie Stallion based on my art.
  This goes back a while and I have published the naughty version because I need to feel naughty again.
   Sadly though due to a formatting issue whether on then blog (probably) or on the original I can't add the pictures.
  But Skinnie weaves such a great story your mind can do the rest.


Maid in Paris

By Skinnie Stallion

http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2025/07/new-art-packing-for-paris.html




1.    Lost Luggage


Andy gazed in wonder at the view from their room and waited for Jane to tip the bellboy before speaking.  He marvelled at the imposing metal tower and all that it symbolised.  He felt so lucky until noticing a problem.  “Auntie, there’s only one bed,” he exclaimed when she finally closed the door.


“Yes, darling.”

“But I thought we would have separate rooms, or at least separate beds.   What will I tell mum?”   


“Don’t worry, darling, she knows.  I’ve told her all about our little trip.”   Jane had always maintained the closest of confidences with her best friend.   Andy’s mother knew all about Jane’s love for her son and approved whole-heartedly of the journey of self-discovery on which she’d been taking him.  How else was he going to realise and accept his true nature, something that had been obvious to them both since he’d been young?


“Really?   And she knows that we’ll be sharing a bed?”

“Yes, darling.   Unless you’d prefer to sleep on the floor?   Hotel rooms are so expensive in Paris at this time of year.”   


“Yes, Auntie.”  He looked around at their suite.  Surely there were budget hotels where they could have stayed with cheaper rooms.  But his Aunt didn't do budget, and would they have had such a spectacular view from a budget hotel?   Though cost wasn’t the reason that they would be sharing:  Andy’s mum had agreed with her confidante that it was time for her son to take the next step.   An important step.   A step towards his own special kind of manhood.   And who would be better to take him there than her friend and his favourite Aunt?   


Jane got out her phone as Andy went to open his case.  The bellhop had already stowed her trunk in the closet.   Andy was surprised that she had brought such a large amount of luggage for such a short stay, but Auntie liked her wardrobe and changes of clothing, and no doubt she needed space to pack all the things she was going to buy during their trip.  She was always so stylish.  It was one of the reasons he loved her so much.   What other lady her age would be wearing a rope of pearls and classic Chanel jacket but paired with skinny fit tight brown leather Balmain leggings?  And heels.  High heels.  She always looked amazing.   He loved being with her.   She might be his Auntie but she dressed and looked like the girl of his dreams.  He could always fantasize that she was his girlfriend.   Yes, she was older than him, a lot older, but what did that matter.  He felt so privileged to be with her: the most beautiful woman he’d ever known.   And she seemed happy to be with him.  He couldn’t always understand why but they seemed to get on well together despite the age gap.


Andy put his case on the bed.   He was expecting some words of censure from Jane about failing to use the luggage stand but he didn't expect it to take long to unpack.  He flipped the catches, lifted the lid and looked inside.   He closed the lid.   He inspected the case.  It was a grey case.   A traditional case.   The case he’d borrowed from his mother for the trip.  It was definitely his case.  He opened it again.  He riffled through the items, not that there were many.   What had happened to his luggage?   He held up what looked like a dress.   A black latex dress.   “Wha?”  Was this some kind of practical joke? Or had the baggage handlers mixed up the cases? Or interfered with them?   “Auntie, how did this get in my case? There’s only one pair of trousers and only one of my shirts?  There's some silk pyjamas though. Pink silk pyjamas.   And there’s a dress in here.  A latex dress.” 

 


Jane watched her nephew’s puzzlement with amusement.   She smiled benignly as she raised her mobile to her ear.   "Shhh, Andrew, I'm on the phone.   It’s fine." 


"Are you calling AirFrance?   I need to find my clothes." 


"Don’t be silly Andy.   They are all in there.   Surely you didn’t think I would come to Paris without my Maid did you?


"Bonjour, est-ce le salon de beauté?”

“What!?”   Andy was stunned.   Playing games at Fullerton Hall after their visit to Catherine’s and meeting with Cindy was one thing, but being a maid when they on holiday was quite another.  


"Shhh.  Pardon.   Je m'excuse.   Mon neveu....... Oui, assez jeune.  Bonjour, Madame.   Je m'appelle Jane Fullerton-Jones........ Oui, Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones ………. Oui, chambre Soixante-neuf……… J'aimerais réserver un soin de beauté pour cet après-midi, s'il vous plaît……… Cheveux, ongles, épiler et maquillage………Épiler? Non, tout…… Oui, tout. Pas seulement les jambes.  Les bras.  La poitrine.  Le dos et l’aine….. Oui, surtout l’aine and les poils pubiens…… Pour moi?   Non, pour mon neveu……  Oui, mon neveu.   Il veut avoir l'air très féminin et je le préfère comme ça et très lisse…….  Oui, très chic, très mignon…… ”  Jane chuckled.   "Oui, comme vous disez ‘baisable’.   Très baisable.…… Alors, six heures et demie.  Il sera là.   Vous aurez alors le plaisir de le voir.……  Merci, Madame.”


“What have you just ordered?"


“An appointment for you for later this afternoon.  Now give me a moment, dear, please.”   Jane looked at her watch.   “We should just have time.”  She scrolled through her contacts list and punched dial. “Est-ce que c'est le magasin Louboutin?” 


"Louboutin? Why are you calling a shoe shop?  You can't be buying shoes already, Auntie, we've only just got here. I thought we were going shopping tomorrow."


"Shhh. Quand est-ce que vous fermez?..........Bien.......... J'ai besoin d'une paire de So Kate 120 pour mon neveu, taille européenne quarante-et-un ....... Oui, pour mon neveu........ Il est très bel: un garçon poule mouillée....." 


"What did you say, Auntie? I think I know what that means. I'm not a chicken!" 


"Shhh. Oui. Nous serons là dans dix minutes. Il portera une robe. Une robe de femme de chambre. ...... Oui, une très belle sissy qui sera encore plus belle en talons. Merci, Madame. Au-revoir." 


"Come on Andrew, we need to get to the shops before they close. Now put on your dress before we go out." 


"But Auntie ........." 


“You should find a little pinny in the case and a headband too.  Put those on.   Oh, and some latex panties, obviously.   I’ve got a latex choker in my trunk that’ll go nicely round your neck.


This was all too much for Andy to take in.  “Auntie, please stop.   What’s going on?”

Jane looked puzzled.  “We’re visiting Paris, darling. We’re on a shopping and sight-seeing trip.”

“I know that, but what about this: the dress, the pinny, the headband?”


“Well what do you expect a maid to wear?” replied Jane.


“A maid?   A maid might, but not me.”

“Darling, you are and you will.   You’re here in Paris as my maid.   Why else do you think you’re here with me?  I need a maid to help me with my wardrobe and my shopping, and hiring maids in Paris is so expensive,” she sighed.  “Your mother agreed that it would be good experience for you to visit Paris and see the sights, and travelling as my maid would be a very economic and practical option.”

“But I’m not a maid,” he continued to protest.

“Darling, you are or you soon will be.   For the duration of this trip and probably longer.   It will be good for you.   You’ll learn so much.  Now slip into the dress or we’ll be late.   We haven’t got time to shave your legs so you’ll have to wear a pair of latex stay-ups that I packed just in case.   You’ll get waxed and made up properly at the hotel’s salon before we go out to eat this evening.   This is going to be such fun.”

“But Auntie. I really can’t.”


Jane could see that her nephew was struggling and decided to compromise, at least for a short while.   “Look, honey, I’ll tell you what.   You don’t have to go out this afternoon as my maid.   But we will go to Louboutin to buy you some shoes.  Is that OK?”


“If you insist.   I can only find a pair of trainers in the case.”

“So, you do need some shoes.  But please take off that horrid t-shirt and put on something nicer, you can wear your trainers when we go to the store.  Deal?”


“Deal,” accepted Andy with resignation.   He knew better than to cross his Aunt when she was in this frame of mind.


“And we will take your new dress with us and you can wear it for the walk back to the hotel.”

“Walk!  I can’t walk in the streets dressed you like a maid,” objected Andy.


“You must Andrew.   I don’t want to have call your mother and say that you’ve been a bad boy.”


Andy quailed.   He definitely did not want that.   His mother had reminded him only that morning about how kind Jane was taking him to Paris and at her expense.  “Yes, Auntie.”


“Good.   Now please hurry”.  He pulled out a white shirt that he didn't recognise - was it one of Auntie’s blouses, he wondered – and a pair of grey slacks.    He moved towards the bathroom to change.   “You can change here, we haven’t much time.”


“But Auntie ……”


“There’s nothing that I haven't seen many times before.  Remember who used to baby sit for you?”  Andy grimaced.   Yes, she would have seen ‘all that’, and he only needed to strip down to his underpants.   


“Ok,” he said and began to undress.


“Now please get a move on.   We need to be back in time for your appointment.”



2.   Shopping and Dining


A quick change, a short taxi ride, and ten minutes later they were browsing the racks.   Jane quickly plucked out a pair and handed them to him.   “Ask for a pair of these in your size,” she instructed.  Andy looked at the pair of black high heeled shoes with a red sole.   He’d always been very attracted to the red soles on some of his Aunt’s shoes.  They oozed allure to him and made her appear even more special.   But he couldn't imagine wearing a pair like them himself.  He hesitated.  “Go on, we haven’t got all day.  The store will be closing soon.”


Andy summoned up the courage to speak to the matronly assistant.  She was probably used to English customers with limited language skills but probaby not one as tongue-tied as him.    “B…. B…..  Bonjour Madame.  Excusez-moi. Je v….v….veux… vourdrais…. ”  He gave up stumbling and resorted to English.   It would be less embarrassing if that were possible.  “Please excuse me, … um hello.  Would…. please may I … would … do … do you have these in my 7 …. in size … my size ….. for me? Please?”   The poor lamb’s English was only marginally more intelligible than his French, thought Jane.  

“Louboutin So Kate’s for …. you?”   The assistant looked him up and down.   “Pour vous?”    She didn’t seem too surprised at his request. How many boys came in and bought high heels, he wondered?  High heels for themselves?   

“Oui,” he mumbled.  


“Et les talons?   Cent or cent vingt?”


He looked puzzled and turned despairingly to his Aunt.   She appeared to be having fun as if delighting in his discomfort, but proud of him for taking the first step and having the courage to ask.  “You want the 120s darling,” she said, “So Kate one twenties.”  He looked puzzled.  “The ones with five inch heels, dear.  Cent vingt,” she called across while eyeing the ultra-expensive designs kept behind plate glass.   If they had time, she might come back for a fitting over the next couple of days to add to her Loubou collection.

“So Kate cent vingt, s’il vous plaît,” he gibbered.


“Alors, So Kate cent vingt,” confirmed the assistant.   “Et la couleur?”


Again he turned to his Aunt.   “You want black, darling.  Noir.  Classic black.


“Noir,” Andy muttered to the assistant


And so it began.   The shoe fitting.   The tentative first steps in 5” heels.   The confidence boosting words of praise from the assistant.   The change into the dress.   The walk back to the hotel: dress, stockings and heels all on display.  His nervousness about being seen.   Holding Auntie’s hand for reassurance.  The surprised but admiring looks from passers-by.   People looking at at him.   They normally just looked at his Aunt, but now they were looking at him too.   He was glad he could pretend to be her maid, or better still, her girlfriend.  That made it easier to accept.  A lot easier.  It was nice thinking of himself as her girlfriend.  It gave him a warm glow.  The appointment at the salon.  The amused but kindly beauticians.   ane’s charm and compliments, cajoling and enticing him out of their room to go to dinner.  Another threat of a call to his mother.  Did he really want her to know about his first day in Paris walking through the streets dressed as a girl?   And not just any girl:  a maid, a lady’s maid.  A lady’s maid wearing latex.  Shiny latex.  No wonder people had looked at him.


Walking through the hotel lobby that evening, heads turning.  Doors being opened for him like he was a girl.  Another taxi, this time taking them to dinner at a gourmet restaurant.  Jane hadn't changed but she still looked marvellous: casual and nonchalant in her Balmains while he squirmed with embarrassment in his make-up and dress.   Did he feel less embarrassed or more embarrassed when she sensed his nervousness during the meal and leant across the table and kissed him on the cheek.  “Thank you, darling, for being such a good boy today,” she said.   He couldn't believe what was happening.  There was  hubbub in the restaurant as tongues wagged.   Who was the beautiful young girl with the pretty older lady?  And why was the girl dressed as a maid?


As they got up to leave at the end of meal, Jane kissed him again, this time a long kiss on the lips.  The din in the restaurant increased.   As their lips parted she said, “You’re my girl now, Andrew.    My maid and my girl.  My girl.  Just remember that.”    


It took a moment to sink in.  His legs felt wobbly and his head span.  He wondered whether he was going to need to sit down.  Had he really heard her say ‘my girl’?  Not ‘my boy’, ‘my girl’.    She’d said definitely said girl.  Her girl.  Not just her maid.   Her girl.    Another kiss as they stood outside waiting to get into the taxi.   Kisses from his Auntie, the woman he loved and admired most in the world.  This was everything he ever wanted.   Being a girl was nice if it meant he was Auntie’s girl.    He would be a girl forever if he could be with her.  “My girl,” she repeated as she put her arm round him on the back seat.


“Yes, Auntie,” he said.   “I love you Auntie,” he added shyly.   He dissolved into her arms.


“I know you do, darling.  Now let’s get back to the hotel.  It’s been a long day and there’s a special kiss that I need to teach you.”


3.   Nirvana


Andy didn't feel his feet touch the ground for the next couple of days.   So much for sight-seeing!  Two days of  shopping and more shopping.  His Aunt was insatiable going round the luxury stores, boutiques and ateliers.   She was greeted everywhere like a familiar and favourite customer,  and she seemed to take pride in showing him off: her very own maid.   Her dutiful maid became ever more laden with shopping bags and packages as they went from store to store.    


It wasn’t just in shopping that she was insatiable.  Every morning before breakfast he needed to go to the hotel’s salon to have his hair washed and blow waved to restore its bounce after getting flattened and squeezed during the night.  He’d learned to kiss in a very special and intimate way.  The beauticians now took delight in doing his make-up.   Such a pretty boy.


On the third morning he wondered whether it was going to be a day of yet more shopping or whether they were finally going to manage some sight-seeing.   All he’d done so far was catch glimpses of famous attractions from the street or through the windows of a cab.  At breakfast Jane suggested that he could decide where they went.  She gave him options.  They could see the sights.   They could go round galleries.  They could even go shopping but this time for him.  She would pay.   It his decision.   Her only condition was that he wear his maid’s dress.   Wherever they went, he would still be going as her maid.


And so began a hectic whirl.  So much to fit in in so little time.   He knew the Louvre would be impossible so focused on The Arc de Triomphe, Montmartre and, as an aspiring artist, he had to see Pigalle.  It was late afternoon before they got back to the hotel.   He’d made sure that they returned via Chanel, Saint Laurent, Balmain and Louboutin.   After two days with his Aunt, he knew exactly what he wanted.  Imitation was going to be the sincerest form of flattery.  


He was used to heads turning as he walked through the hotel lobby but this evening was different.   He was no longer walking through as his Aunt’s maid, he was walking through as her girlfriend.  He might not be wearing a ruffled blouse nor knee length boots, but he was wearing a silk Chanel blouse and Louboutin So Kate Bootys.  And while Jane was wearing a pair of Vuitton black leather biker pants, he wanted something complementary but even shinier so had gone for a pair of faux leather Saint Laurent pants, with each wearing matching  Chanel belts.  In Saint Laurent, Jane had been happy for him to change out of the maid’s dress and put it in his Balmain bag alongside his copycat pairs of Balmain leggings.  She felt very proud of her nephew and the progress he’d made.   She’d even taken him to a sex shop in Pigalle and bought them both shiny black latex gloves.   He loved the pervy vibe when they now held hands.


She’d been quiet and maintained a fixed expression as they walked through the foyer and past reception.  She ignored the attention and admiring glances that they were receiving.   She only broke the silence and her composure as they got in the lift: “That was wonderful honey.   You showed such poise.    I’m so proud of you.”


“Thank you, Auntie.”  


She waited for the lift doors to close.  “Andrew?”


“Yes, Auntie.”

“You know I taught you about our special kisses the night we arrived.”

“Yes, Auntie.”   How could he ever forget?   It had been a revelation.  He now spent each evening wedged between her thighs exploring her innermost secrets.  He loved savouring her moistness and delighted in her floods of pleasure.   And then the cuddles afterwards, wrapped in her arms although, as she fell asleep curled round him, he did yearn for something more.   But that could never be….


“You are so good.   I feel that I’ve been quite selfish.”


“No, Auntie, I …..”


She held her hand up to silence him.  “Enough, darling.  The time has come.  If you’re going to be my girlfriend, and I think you do want to be my girlfriend…..”


“Oh, I do Auntie, I do,” he implored.   Years back he might have hoped to be her boyfriend despite their age difference, but that was always an impossibility.    But girlfriend……


“Yes, I know, honey.”  She squeezed his hand.  The lift door opened and they walked to their suite.   Jane swiped her card key.  Once the door had swung shut behind them, she stood back to admire him.   “No wonder everyone was looking at you.”


“They were looking at you too, Auntie.”


“No, Andrew.   They were looking at you.  They were marvelling at such a pretty girl, or wondering at such pretty boy.  You’ve been such a good boy, you really are my girl now.   So much more than a maid.  You’ve come so far in the last few days.    Just look at you.  Put your bag down and look at yourself.”  Andy positioned himself in front of the full length mirror.   She stood beside him.  He gazed in awe at the pair of them.  Was this really how he looked?   Was this really how they looked?   In their blouses, tight leather pants and boots they looked like two peas from the same pod.     Like sisters?  Or lovers?  It felt like his dreams had come true.   “And you’ve shown you have impeccable taste.”


“It’s your taste, Auntie.   You’ve shown me the way.”


“Yes, honey, and you’ve also shown yourself to be an attentive, considerate lover.”


“Only with your instruction,” he added.


“Now I need to repay you.”


“But, Auntie…..”   His heart was in his mouth about what was coming..


“I think I need to treat you like my other girlfriends.”  


“What?”   Despite his exclamation, he thought he knew.  He’d been in his Aunt’s bedrooms after one of Chantelle’s visits.


“I’m going to make a girl of you, Andrew.   I sense that you’ve never been readier for this, and I don’t think you’ll ever look back.   Now let’s get out of these things and get into bed.”


When Room Service knocked at the door two hours later, Jane was out on the balcony in a light dressing gown admiring the Parisian sunset.  Andy was lying in their bed with a serene smile on his face still in a state of bliss.  The initial pain and shock had passed.  He’d never thought it possible.   He had never felt happier nor more complete.     So this was what it was like to be girl.   



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