Hi Everyone,
Firstly I am really sorry but there may not be a piece of art this week. This is due to my rather crazy work schedule. But never fear I have lots of ideas I wish to create.
But now I do have the chance to post a wonderful story written by and re posted with the permission of Throne.
Throne has written lots of superb stories posted on Fictionmania, but has written this having been inspired by my art. Talk about honored, Golly Gosh, am I honored.
So It is with great delight and pride I give you this brilliantly naughty story. Oh and please be eager with your comments, I know how long it takes to create a piece of fiction.
Thank you
Take care,
Best Wishes
Love Love
Andy.
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(A fanciful little episode inspired by the Art and writing of Andy Latex.
For more stories featuring his naughty influence, please read my LOVELY IN
LATEX series.)
ALEXIS IN WONDERLAND by Throne
Alex walked through the vast indoor shopping mall, balancing with
practiced ease on his high heels, which were open-toed to let his painted nails
peek out. Though his gait was relaxed, inside he was extremely
tense. His Aunt Tabitha had overseen his dressing that morning, selecting
an eye-catching outfit. He had on a flashy red latex dress that ended at
mid-thigh, where there was a slit on the right side. It had short sleeves
that ended in black bands, which echoed the black mandarin collar. His
hair was in its usual neatly arranged state, and his make-up and
jewelry weren't flashy... but that dress was drawing soooo much
attention.
He held his color-coordinated clutch purse at his hip and made sure to
roll his hips as he moved, at the same time trying not to sway them TOO
much. As he moved along the broad promenade, with it's high ceiling, he
felt exposed, as if all eyes were on him. What if someone realized that
under that glamorous clothing he wasn't the girl Alexis, but the
young man Alex. He wanted to check the small breast forms that were in
the bra of thin rubber that he wore, even though he was sure they were in
place. He was endlessly self-conscious. When his Aunt had sent
him off on his own, a short while before, she gave him a time to meet her in
the food court. Alex had over an hour to explore the shops before
rejoining her.
He told himself that he might feel less conspicuous if he went into one
of the stores. There was a sporting goods place where he used to go
before his makeover. Back then -- which wasn't really so long ago -- he
had pictured himself as a macho athletic fellow. Now, robbed of his male
pride and versed in the ways of girlhood, he would feel out of place in that
environment. Instead, he veered across to a shoe store. By instinct
he moved toward the men's dress shoes, before catching himself and angling in
the direction of the women's heels. He was drawn to the sleek forms and
bright colors of the showier designs.
A salesgirl approached him and said, "May I help you with
anything, Miss? We have some new arrivals, in latex, that would go nicely
with your lovely dress."
He swallowed uneasily and gave her a weak smile, saying, "No,
thank you. I'm just looking."
"That's fine. But if you'd like to try anything on, I'll be
happy to help."
Alex thanked her and went deeper into the store. It was so
strange to be out in public like this. Until recently, the short walk to
the letterbox near his Aunt's home had been his idea of being put on
display. Then she had begun taking him on errands, having him ask store
employees questions, and even going to restaurants with her. It had all
been unsettling and now, on his own in this busy shopping center, he was
quivering inside. He lingered near the rear of the store, checking that
latex footwear and admitting to himself that it was very attractive. As
he stood there holding one of the shoes, he couldn't help gazing at his long
fingernails, so neatly painted to match his toes.
He noticed a couple entering the shop, a tall, nattily
dressed woman in her late twenties, and a shorter girl about Alex's
age, in a more youthful outfit. The woman waved her companion to the side
and found herself a seat. That same salesgirl greeted them. The
woman said that she wanted to see some boots and pointed to a sample nearby,
saying she would like to start with those and giving her size. The
standing girl appeared a bit nervous as the clerk whisked into the stockroom to
fetch the desired item. The older woman gave her a look full of unspoken
meaning, affectionate but superior.
The salesgirl returned with a box and opened it. She was about to
help her customer into the boots, which were calf length, black, and had
stiletto heels. But the woman said, "No, I can see the store
is busy. My friend will be happy to assist me." As she eyed
her companion, Alex felt she was daring her to refuse. After
the briefest pause, the young woman took the boots and hugged them to her
chest. She got down on one knee, removed one of the woman's
shoes, and eased a boot over the waiting foot, gently tugging it
upward. With an effort she got it completely on and began the
second. That one gave her more trouble but she soon
succeeded. Alex waited for her to rise but she stayed there, now on
both knees, while the confident woman got up and walked
around the store. As she passed Alex she gave him a penetrating stare,
making him feel that she knew his secret.
She sat again and the kneeling girl had to carefully
remove the boots. Two more pairs followed, with the same scene being
played out each time. Alex was fascinated but tried not to gawk. He
wasn't exactly sure why it was affecting him so strongly. At
last a decision was made, to purchase the first pair. The
younger female took them to the cashier and the older one paid. As they
left, Alex followed them, unsure of his motive.
He might have kept trailing them but, as he looked in front of him,
he got a paralyzing shock. Coming toward him were two of the
guys he had tried to hang out with before his Aunt took over his
life. They had allowed him to tag along but never
really included him. He had felt inadequate and, in trying to
compensate, had gotten himself into trouble with the authorities. That
was when he was turned over to his forceful Aunt, which had led to
his current situation. As the guys came closer they looked him up and
down, appreciating what they saw. Alex felt his cheeks grow
warm. They thought he was a girl. He wanted to find someplace to
hide. The guys moved into his path and grinned as they got closer.
His eyes darted from side to side. What could he do? At the last
possible moment the pair split up, one passing on each side of him. From
his left he heard, "Nice dress, honey." From the other side
came, "Love that walk."
Alex's mind was reeling. He somehow took a misstep and
stumbled. A strong hand caught his upper arm and gripped it firmly,
preventing him from falling. He swiveled his head to see a tall female
security guard looking at him with concern. She had strong cheekbones and
dark eyes.
The guard wanted to know, "Are you all right, young lady?"
He had to take a breath before he could speak. "I... I'm
okay. Guess I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."
He gave a small self-deprecating laugh.
She released his arm and peered at him probingly. Was she going
to discover that he was a boy? He took a step back, not sure what to do
next. The woman put her hands lightly on his shoulders and said
officiously, but with concern, "Be careful, dear. You wouldn't want to
have any... difficulties."
"N... no, Ma'am."
"But if you do..." She squeezed lightly but
reassuringly with both hands. "... I'll be here to protect
you."
Alex blinked nervously several times before he realized it would look
like he was batting his eyelashes at her. Was she a lesbian who thought
he really was female? Or had she decided he was male and that she would
enjoy dominating him? He felt utterly defenseless. She flashed a
grin, let go, and strolled off. He looked over his shoulder as she moved
away and saw her glance back, which made him tingle, for reasons he couldn't
fully fathom. Holding his purse with both hands, pressing it against his
fluttering stomach, he continued on his way. Straight ahead was a
department store which was one of the mall's anchors. Perhaps he would
feel more anonymous among its many displays. He entered and went to look
at hats, figuring he couldn't have any problems doing something that
innocent. Wanting to be inconspicuous, like an anonymous shopper, he
picked up a pillbox design with netting in the front. The
hat was made from some sort of plastic. He uncertainly placed it on
his head and looked into the mirror. It wasn't bad. He liked that
it lent him a touch of maturity and even mystery. As he replaced in on
the display stand, it struck him that he was becoming more and more interested
in and discerning about feminine attire.
Feeling calmer, he took his time passing by racks of belts and
a table covered with neatly boxed gloves. He was becoming
more relaxed by the minute. With renewed confidence he walked the short
distance to the cosmetics department. It was staffed by competent looking
women in chic outfits. Their hair was perfect and their make-up expertly
applied. He felt a twinge of jealousy but then reminded himself that he
wasn't Alexis but Alex. The conditioning he had received from his Aunt
Tabitha had definitely taken hold on his mind. He wondered how long,
after his stay with her was over, it would be before its effects faded and then
vanished. The length of time he would be with her had been extended but,
even so, it would eventually be over. It's not as if she could eventually
bring him to the point where he would want to stay. He was puzzling
through his uncertainties when someone spoke to him. It was one of the
elegant women behind the counters and she had something about 'your
secret'. It had finally happened. He had been found out and was
about to have his true gender announced.
His lower lip trembled as he asked, "W... what?"
Her lips, nicely colored with pale pink lipstick, formed an amused
expression. "Now don't be shy. In fact, let's start with some
lovely make-up. For instance..." She reached for one of the
samples. "This new eye-liner. Notice how thick the brush
is? We can get some very impressive results with it."
He stood there helplessly as she cupped his smooth chin in the palm of
her hand and began to work around his eyes. The woman introduced herself
as Abby and said she liked the scent of his latex dress. He whimpered a
thank you but was more concerned with the chance of being publicly outed.
Abbey chatted about his enviably delicate facial features as she switched
to eye shadow and then artificial lashes. She confided that she wasn't
supposed to do so much for a customer but said she knew he was a natural model
and wouldn't mind showing off her work to a few customers. That was the
last thing he wanted to do but, instead of declining, he agreed in a weak and
wispy voice. She finished with the lashes and stepped back to get a
better look at him. Abbey nodded her approval.
"I..." Alex began and then halted. He took a breath and
went on, "... I was wondering who you wanted to... show me off
to."
The capable cosmetician ran her hand above a row of
lipsticks, stopping above one and plucking it from the display with a
thumb and forefinger while keeping her pinky finger extended. She
explained, "There is a group of women who stop here around this time
every Friday. They come from their regular luncheon
get-together. They're quite fussy and act bored with whatever I show
them. So seeing someone as fabulous as you, with the original and
slightly over-the-top job I'm doing on your pretty face, well, it should shut
their mouths... and maybe even open their purses." She uncapped the
lipstick and considered Alex's mouth as if she were an artist and it was her
blank canvas. Abbey switched the lipstick tube for lip liner and
carefully outlined Alex's lips to make them appear fuller. Then she
colored them expertly with her choice, a vivid shade of magenta. After
she was done she reached behind her and selected gloss, which went over the
bright color to make it glisten. When she showed Alex his reflection he
gasped. She had made him appear like himself, yet different, as if the
face were the same but the personality was bolder. He didn't feel that
way but couldn't deny that it was how he would seem to others.
Just then Abbey looked past him and said, "Oh, here come the
ladies who lunch. Let's see what they think of you, sweetie."
Alex saw a quartet of women approaching, all of them elegant and icily
aloof. But when they spied Abbey and her model they suddenly became
interested. The four of them crowded around, making him feel penned in
and even more controlled. Abbey explained that she was doing an impromptu
makeover to her 'new discovery'. The women examined his face with
interest and several slim hands, decorated with expensive rings, touched his
latex dress. He shivered but didn't dare to say a word.
"I think she needs something else," one of the new arrivals
stated.
"What's that, Paris?" Abbey wanted to know.
"Well, you've given her a fantastic look but her jewelry is so
not-matching." She reached into her shoulder bag and took out a tiny
box, which she set on the counter, explaining, "I got these for my niece
but I bought two pairs that are almost the same. So let's try one on
this pretty princess." She opened the box and took out dangling
earrings with light-catching red stones swinging at their ends. With
practiced fingers Paris removed the earrings Tabitha had selected for him
and set them into the box, then fitted the new ones through his pierced
lobes. She told him to swing his head so everyone could see how
they glittered when they moved. He obeyed, feeling surreally detached
from the real world, as if he had gone down the rabbit hole into
Wonderland.
"Oh," said another of the women, "I have something else
that would be perfect for her."
She reached into a colorful plastic bag with the name of a
jewelry store on it and came out with a necklace of brightly colored
stones, saying that she had gotten it at a terrific price and wouldn't
mind contributing it to 'our project'. Alex's heart raced for a
moment. He was their 'project'? All at once he wished he had been
allowed to stay with his Aunt Tabitha. Or to be home polishing up some of
her latex fashions. The second woman carefully unfastened the simple
golden chain that was around his neck and set it aside. Then she clipped
the much gaudier selection onto him. He was more the center of attention
than ever as all five females aah-ed and ooh-ed over him. He was shown
his reflection again and got yet another shock. Now he looked...
what? It was almost as if he was inviting everyone to ogle him, like a
strutting peacock. His only consolation was that at least the truth about
his gender had not been divulged.
That was when Abbey recalled out loud how she wanted to share 'your
secret'. Poor Alex almost sobbed as the other women raised their
eyebrows, curious to know what was about to happen. He braced himself for
the awful revelation. The woman behind the counter picked up a bottle of
perfume and sprayed a light mist of it into the air in front of him,
encouraging Alex to fan the air with his hands to make sure he got enough on
him. Feeling numb, he did as he was instructed. Then she held up
the sample bottle and asked the others if they would like to try it, too.
Alex's eyes went wide as he saw the name of the product, in looping cursive
letters on its black and gold label. "Your Secret". He
sighed in relief, even though he felt lightheaded, like he might
swoon.
The women inspected him and made more comments for the next several
minutes. They wanted to adopt a toned down version of Alex's look.
Obviously, Abbey had won high points for her creativity. Her customers
began asking about items to purchase and were soon producing their charge
cards. Alex stepped back, glad to no longer be everyone's focus. When
they were all done and, after giving him one last looking over, finally
departed, Abbey gave him a friendly smile.
She said, "Thanks for being my guest model. That was fun and
I think my ladies' club will be less standoffish from now on. In
fact..." She took something from under the
counter. "... I want you to have this. It's only supposed
to be for gals who make major purchases, but after what those four spent, you
deserve it." She gave Alex a small, handled shopping bag covered in
broad vertical stripes that were alternately light and dark pink. Abbey
patted his hand as he took it and invited him to come back any time. He
told her, his voice faint and demure, that he would try to see her again.
As he walked away he peeked into the bag and saw it contained a generous
assortment of samples of various cosmetics and scents, along with moisturizer
and something called Nighttime Sleep Cream. Still coming down from all he
had been through, he decided it was time to meet with his Aunt at the food
court. The trip back through the mall was intimidating because, with his
new appearance, he attracted even more interest, some of it quite open.
One tall handsome guy in designer jeans, a black T-shirt, and a nice sports
coat, locked eyes with Alex and gave him a wink. What did that
mean? Did he think Alex was a girl? Or know that he was a
guy?
At last he reached the food court. He looked around anxiously,
fearing that Tabitha wouldn't be there. But she was, primly seated
at one of the small tables, ankles crossed, a few purchases on the seat next to
hers. He went over and she had him get her an iced tea. He knew
better than to ask for anything for himself. After he had delivered her
drink he slid onto another chair, putting his knees together and shifting
his feet to one side, the way he had been taught.
His Aunt said, "My, don't we look different. Do tell me
everything that happened, dear. And don't leave out
any details."
He had to recount all of his embarrassments and concerns, rushing
and then having to stop and sort his thoughts at several
points. She listened attentively and asked numerous questions, all of
them calculated to make him elaborate on the most uneasy portions of his time
apart from her, and to heighten his discomfort to the maximum. She
couldn't wait to tell her friend Eudora about everything. Or, better yet,
make him tell her.
They left, with Alex toting her bags, and got into the car.
She began driving them back to her house but then she took an unexpected turn
and went to a row of small shops, where she found a parking spot. Alex
had to walk alongside her for a half block, with more people seeing him and
displaying curiosity about his distinctive look. They entered a
boutique specializing in exotic clothing. He saw items made of latex and
other types of rubber. There were shoes with tall, pencil-thin
heels. An attractive older woman spotted Tabitha and greeted her by
name.
Alex's Aunt said, "Violet, do you recall when we were discussing
the possibility of using Alexis here for a photo shoot, for your next catalog
and on-line site?"
"Yes, but you thought he didn't have the right look for the
more... interesting... items that I wanted to feature." She turned
her eyes to the corner of the room where there was a display of -- oh no --
latex corsets, rubber bondage skirts, tops with straightjacket sleeves, hoods,
and other bizarre items.
"But we had the most fortunate stoke of luck. Alex met a
clever woman who gave him this new face, which would be perfect for what you
have in mind. And I'm sure she could be persuaded to come here, or
wherever you're going to do the photography, and get him ready for his mass
circulation exposure."
Alex felt like the floor was tilting. He would be seen by
countless customers who received the catalogs. And on the internet he
might be viewed by thousands more. Wearing THOSE articles of
clothing. He had to make an effort to gather himself together and hear
what else his Aunt was saying.
Tabitha went on, "I only have one stipulation. I want there
to be a shot of him as Alex, alongside one of the pictures of him as
Alexis. We don't want to practice any deception in advertising. And
I believe some of your customers would find it appropriate that your new model
has, shall we say, and inner self that contradicts her outer self. Though
I am blurring the distinction between those selves as time passes.
And I'm sure I can complete the job. Eventually. Once she
understands that this is who she really is. But for your catalog she'll
still be Alex/Alexis, with a certain vulnerability that I'm sure your more
discerning customers will perceive immediately."
"Especially once they see those before and after
pictures." Violet nodded. "That will be perfect.
May I get back to you with the time and place? There might even be some
outdoor locations. Sort of damsel-in-distress pictures. I'm certain
you'll approve. And I'll have my photographer print some extras and make
up and album for Alexis to keep by her bed. She'll never get tired of
seeing them and remembering what fun we had taking them. I'm sure she'll
get along well with my photographer. He's young and..." She made a
throat-clearing sound. "...virile."
"That sounds ideal. I'll be waiting for your call.
Eagerly. And I'm sure my nephew feels the same." She
smirked at him. "Don't you, Alexis?"
All he could find the voice to say was, "Yes, Auntie
Tabitha. Thank you, Auntie Tabitha."
