Hi Everyone
As you know I am more than happy to share the thoughts and talents of our friends here on my blog and so with that in mind I would like to present a little piece by our friend Stevie. I have not edited or influenced it in any way and in some respects it deviates from the vision I have of Andys universe, but rather like RubberH's stories anything is possible in an infinite universe.
This is all Stevie's work.
Over to you Stevie.
Hello Everyone.
I have composed a short vignette concerning the aftermath to Andy’s 25th century encounter with the Space Squids.
After the Battle
By Sweet Sissy Stevie
Earthside Leave
Perfect Make-up
Andy newly promoted
Pampering at the Savoy
Incredible Ceremonial Uniforms
Passing out Parade
Aunt Jane
It was Andy’s first Earthside leave since the “incident” with the Space Squids. Andy had received a lot of publicity when his role in the battle was reported especially his comment that he had been most relieved that his perfect make-up had not been spoiled by his ordeal although his pink uniform and boots had been ruined by the vile liquid that the Space Squids shot out. He had held them off until reinforcements had come up and they had scuttled back into deep space. He had been mentioned in despatches and been promoted to 1st Lieutenant and was quite the hero(ine) of the moment.
So, here he was with his good friends Stevie and Robin, who had joined the Royal Regiment of Sissies (known as the Pretty Pinks) at the same time as Andy, enjoying their stay in the best suite in the old, but much renovated, Savoy Hotel in London, a gift from his proud Aunt, Jane, Lady Fullerton-Jones as a reward for his part in the incident. That evening the three sissy friends were due to attend a soiree at Aunt Jane’s elegant townhouse and she had insisted that they all must go in their dress ceremonial uniforms so that she could show off her pretty nephew and his equally pretty friends. Not only that be she had hired a small army of attendants, make-up artistes, hairdressers and dressers to ensure that the boys were at their beautiful best.
In the early afternoon the ritual had started with perfumed baths, showers, douches from which the pretty boys had emerged pink, delicate and sweetly scented EVERYWHERE!. Then, having been wrapped in silken robes, their hair was elaborately dressed (Andy’s auburn locks, Stevie’s long blonde hair and Robin the brunette) and finished with pink ribbons and diamond clasps; manicures and pedicures done with four maids in attendance on each boy simultaneously; then teams of make-up artistes had stepped in, so after a long session each boy was perfectly and heavily made-up. Several layers of high shine lip-gloss (pink of course) made for luscious kissable lips; eye-shadow cleverly applied so that eyes appeared even prettier and more doe-like even than usual; endless lashes, cheek bones to die for, elaborate diamond pendant ear-rings (only plain studs being permissible while on active duty).
The boys were now ready to be dressed in their ceremonial full-dress uniforms. Naturally the first item was the revolutionary LUP (latex uniform pack), a miracle of 25th century technology.
Each boy stood on top of a pack ( a flat pink box marked “RRS, ceremonial, 1st Lt in the case of Andy and “RRS, ceremonial, 2nd Lt for Stevie and Robin), legs apart, arms held out. After a moment there was a low humming noise and, apparently from nowhere, a pink fluid appeared and, starting with their pretty feet, proceeded to engulf each boy. It rose slowly up their shapely, slender long legs and thighs. On reaching the crotch area their peenies were neatly pushed back between their legs and each boy gave a little whimper as the liquid penetrated his shapely bottom. A pause resulted in the production of a gap between the tops of the legs and production of a sweet mound at the front as genitals were neatly tucked away; at the rear the shapely bottoms were made even more attractive as their arse cheeks were separated and lifted up slightly. Rising up from the waist the liquid appeared to exert a slight corseting effect as the slender waists were narrowed and then the boys’ pretty breasts were augmented as the pink liquid flowed over them and raised the nipples and increased their sensitivity, this effect noticeable as each boy gave a little sigh of satisfaction as his breasts were covered. The liquid then rose to their necks and down their arms finally encompassing their hands. At the neck, the liquid appeared to pause and then produced a collar and a cleavage down to the breasts. On the collar there now appeared the regimental crest (a pair of high-heeled boots surmounted by the crown) and rank badges. The liquid then ceased to be a liquid and solidified into what appeared to be a skin-tight layer of latex, shiny and pink, a final movement being the formation of epaulettes on each shoulder. This is exactly what it was. Less obvious was the fact that it was bullet-proof, very thin but incredibly strong, cool in hot climates, warm in cold climates. This special latex was in fact the product of years of research involving rubber producers, AI and advanced computer and chemical technologies coming together to produce this revolutionary fabric, a true marvel of the 25th century.
The three pretty boys were now enveloped in tight pink latex with the added attractions of slight but continual movement of the penetration in their sweet bottoms as well as continual stroking of their breasts; more than enough to keep them permanently in a state of mild sexual excitement, especially as their peenies were firmly held in place and quite unable to move. The computer enhancements to the LUP’s could be varied according to requirement to produce different results; it had been found that constant mild sexual excitement was the most appropriate for the boys of the Royal Regiment of Sissies.
The rest of their dress uniform owed less to the latest technology but was impressive nevertheless. Opera length pink gloves in the finest leather were drawn up each arm; the gloves being embellished with the regimental crest and rank insignia and fastened at the wrist with a diamond clasp. Although it was probably not in line with regulations, the boys’ fingers were liberally adorned with ruby and diamond rings.
Next came the amazing ceremonial dress uniform boots.
The field boots worn by the Royal Regiment of Sissies were pink knee-highs in finest leather with a modest 5” heel. However the ceremonial dress boots were a much more glamorous crotch- high with a silver, stiletto ballet heel. Also in the finest pink leather, the boots were embellished with silver facings and, again, the regimental crest and crown on each thigh and on the cruelly pointed toe. The combination of dagger like heel and pointed toe meant that the area in contact with the ground was very tiny and the boys had undergone long training sessions to enable them to walk in these incredible boots especially as they were required to walk like cat-walk models, arrogantly putting one leg directly in front of the other as they strutted along. An extra embellishment on the boots was ceremonial silver spurs studded with diamonds. It was a regimental tradition that the spurs became more extravagant with increasing rank and Andy noted that his new ones were more elaborate with more diamonds than those fastened on Stevie’s or Robin’s boots. He knew that the spurs on a general’s boots extended to covering almost all of the foot and well up the calf as well as having multiple silver wheels- one day perhaps! Ceremonial silver daggers with diamond studded handles were placed in a special sheath at the top of each right boot. A broad pink leather belt was then fastened low on each waist and a coiled ceremonial pink leather whip with a diamond studded silver handle was fastened to the belt on the left hip. Multiple silver lanyards were fastened through each epaulette and under the arm completed the outfit.
The final addition was the fitting on to each boy of his dress cape. In finest pink latex, the capes were floor length, very full and fastened at the neck with extravagant diamond clasps. They had very high stiff collars which framed the head and beautiful made-up faces of the boys. Like the boots, the capes had silver embellishments and had rank insignia and regimental crests on the left breast
Andy remembered the first time he had worn this uniform in public; at the passing out parade at the Academy. Rows of newly commissioned officers parading past the Colonel of the regiment; each pretty sissy splendidly turned out, their long latex capes blowing in the wind behind them, each beautifully made-up sissy face turning to the right to give the salute with their gloved right hand; the rhythmic beat of their ballet heels as they marched like cat-walk models one leg in front of the other in turn; their pink latex uniforms and crotch-high pink leather boots gleaming in the bright sunshine. He remembered that Aunt Jane had been in the audience dressed in a quasi-military costume of her own; shiny black latex cat suit, thigh-high ballet boots, opera length black latex gloves, a long shiny black latex cape with silver patterns embossed on it, a long black leather whip with a silver handle coiled and fastened at her right hip, dripping with jewellery; an elegant and proud figure as she watched her pretty nephew and his friends on parade. He remembered how proud she had been after the parade as he had greeted her with his deepest curtsy, before kissing the tip of her boot and then the back of her gloved hand. He loved his Aunt Jane who had brought him through his journey into femininity with such firmness and discipline where necessary but he often found her soirées an ordeal – too many hands (men and women) brushing “accidently” against his pretty bottom or breasts and making quite scandalous suggestions!
These thoughts were interrupted by Stevie calling “come on, Andy, your Aunt’s air-limo is here, let’s get moving, your Aunt won’t be best pleased if we are late!”. With that the three beautifully arrayed boys strutted off down the corridor to get the lift up to the air-park on the roof for the short hop in her luxurious air-limo across to her Town house in Belgravia. How would the soiree go?
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