Smooth Slick n Shiny. The kinky dreams of Andy.latex.....
This is a blog about Kinky stuff, at no point are any of the characters under the age of consent. This is the story of a young man discovering his true self with the guidance of a loving and understanding Aunt.
It is a tricky world for those who are searching for identity and we should all offer our love and support to those who are struggling.
Welcome
Hello and thank you for visiting my blog. Well it is not so much a blog more a place to share all the things i have written, drawn and generaly played with over the last 10 years. Most of them are related to my love of smooth slick Latex and shiny PVC, as well as the delights of feminization. I also have a huge crush on British TV presenter Carol Vorderman (The perfect model of the older woman) as well as the gorgeous Keira Knightley. (more my age). There will be nothing harsh or nasty here, just fun things, naughty things, sexy things and yes, well, Kinky things. Basically it's a stroll through the kinky lanes of my mind. hope you have fun. XXX
7/7/20- 1558 - Oh, you will be surprised, Chris! You really are hot, girl or boy. A lot of guys will be even more intrigued. Debuted 7/3/20 right here on Andy Latex.
5/14/20- 215- Throwback Thursday Vintage 2006 - Aunt Julia was already well on her way to making Chris her niece when she discovered Mademoiselle. A quick call to their boi good toll free number and the submittal of photos of Chris in his party dress was all it took for enrollment. Little did she know how feminine and pretty Chris would be 12 years later after the conclusion of his journey to becoming a Level 3 miss. This early Christeen classic is from the Winter of 2006, debuting on Carole Jean's Petticoat Punishment Art.
11/2/17- 720- What an awkward moment of Chris’s conversion as he tries to hide behind the guise of femininity doing his nails to avoid more permanent changes with injections. Silly boy, look in the mirror- you are well onto the road to girlhood already. This debuted in the Spring of 2013 on Carole Jean's Petticoat Punishment Art.
7/26/19- CJ at the Dance- Chris and Alex don’t yet appreciate how feminine and pretty they have become as girls, especially with their twins. Lots of boys can’t wait to ask them to dance. Well, perhaps one or two girls too? Debuted 7/21/19 on Carole Jean's now defunct Pinterest board.
Quick one before we start. This is the last round up for 2 weeks, I'll be back here on Wednesday from September.
It's purely a time thing.
I will still be here Monday and Friday.
However, by the time I get back things will have really built up.
In the meantime.
The shiny lens has caught Susanna Reid in its gaze before, thay flirty smile, those strokes of her hair, that knowing look in her eyes, told me she was hiding something.
Well finally the lens locked on and.
So what I hear you say, we have seen this before and some of us would love Kate to join her. (For our overseas readers, that's Kate Garraway on the left). But what if there was more.....what if we have............. the video?!?!?
Scroll to the bottom if you dare..............
Wait.... save that as a treat, before you scroll off, we have lot's more to get through.
2 examples of the delights of travelling alone. However is she having second thoughts, was this all a step too far
Now the moment has arrived, the eye contact, the smiles, the innocent flirting, surely she had expected this...hadn't she?
Our friend Amber brings us these images of Andy and Jane as the Latex awards, where Andy was presenting the award to B&K Maids for service provider of the year.
Funnily enough Rhys and Sofia were there on the same night.
For those who have no idea who these two are you need to pop over to the Patreon
Now then
I had been waiting until this show was broadcast over here before I posted anything about Maura Higgins on Traitors US.
Fortunately for us Skinnie S has presented us with this amazing clip of her in the most stunning of Latex outfits.
Wanna make an impression...here's how
Here are 3 very cute images from our friend Sissy Dani
In preparation for Bergman & Knightley's new ad campaign, Andy goes blonde! (Only his hairdresser--and Aunt Jane--know for sure!)
Saw a video of a woman walking in heels on a treadmill and had this inspiration for Andy's daily exercise:
"Office girl" scenarios are some of my faves (I even came up with the term "sex-retary" to describe them), so here's Aunt Jame introducing Andy to his new job in her organisation
And now for the time being anyway (we hope) the final part of Skinnie Stallions amazing Office Politics story.
Did he but know it, Owen was quickly becoming a lynchpin in Claudia Bramley’s special projects group. Without effective financing, the group would not be able to function. The fact that Owen was oblivious to what he was doing was an obvious plus point. The absence of an enquiring mind continued to surprise and delight Claudia. Owen also had a profound work ethic, no doubt engrained in him by his mother. If he ever seemed tired and needing motivation, Claudia simply needed to dangle the prospect of a few hours with Geoffrey as a reward for successful completion of an assignment.
‘Follow the money’ is a standard investigative procedure coined by Watergate’s Deepthroat. Tracking money flows can reveal a network of nefarious activity. Fortunately no-one in Interpol or the intelligence services has seen the need to explore the workings of The B&K Temping Agency or to recognise the better axiom of ‘Follow the sissy’. But then intelligence would be the last thing anyone would expect in B&K Temping’s special agent and very own ‘Deeptongue’. In Owen they might find a buttplug most always, a mouthful of clit quite often, a strapon on occasion, a cock if he is lucky, but never intelligence.
Claudia Bramley is careful to select finance companies with female principals who are likely to be susceptible to Owen’s charms. This month she has sent Owen to build relationships with AXON Global. AXON has finance affiliates in Caribbean tax havens as well as close links with local legal practices. The Caribbean will provide Bergman and Knightley with a significant stepping stone into potentially lucrative South America markets as well as presenting a new route into the lower states of the US.
It doesn’t take Owen long to work his magic. He’s going up in the world and quickly gains access to all areas. The beauty of using Owen is that nothing can be intercepted. There’s no need for emails, letters or phone calls when you have Owen as a go-between. Nothing need be written down or recorded. Claudia knows that no-one will suspect a pretty, but (sorry Owen) thick as pig shit Office Sissy. Looks can deceive. Despite little between the ears, they won't know he has the virtue of being able to remember short, coded messages especially if they rhyme.
AXON is quite comfortable providing letters of credit and escrow accounts for Brunnings and Keenan, or whatever registered shell company Claudia has set up for this venture. All Owen has to do is transfer the details. It can take a while for Owen to remember the message. It has to be rammed into him. It can take a while before Owen gets the rhythm and is able to chant it back. Owen loves these teach-in sessions. Maybe he’s a slow learner for a reason. Perhaps he’s cleverer than we give him credit for.
Today he’s with Isabel Noren, AXON’s lawyer. She needs to finalise some details with Claudia Bramley. After the Panama Papers and given the sensitive nature of Bergman and Knightley’s shadow operations , it’s far too important to entrust to normal mail services. Owen is naturally the preferred route. Owen’s been finding that Ms Noren wants a lot of his time even when there aren't any messages to convey. Ms Bramley tells him not to worry since it helps establish his cover story. Cover story? Owen doesn’t understand. He simply thinks that Ms Noren likes fucking him. He certainly likes her fucking him.
Today is just another cover session. “Thank you Owen. That was most professional, as ever,” says Ms Noren after Owen’s finished giving her another licking out.
“You are welcome Ms Noren. Please may I be excused to the bathroom.” Owen feels desperate. Not only does he need a pee after spending an hour beneath her desk but he’s also got a massive hard-on. Ms Noren had work to do and hasn’t fucked him which has left him on edge. He leans forward trying to hide the errant bulge in his skirt. He wishes he’d tucked. He should have remembered that she only fucks him after hours or at weekends when the office is quiet.
“Of course, just let me know if you need a hand.”
"That would be very helpful Ms Noren. Because of the new law, I still get some looks when I use the ladies bathroom so it helps if someone from management takes me there."
"I understand, Owen. I don't think some of our more junior staff really appreciate the role of Office Sissy. They will of course, in time. Sorry, if they're unprofessional. At the moment, they only pay lip service to AXON being an equal opportunities employer."
"Thank you so much, Ms Noren," said a surprised Owen, misunderstanding, as ever, what the executive was saying, "some lip service would be lovely. It's been so long.........."
"Don't get ahead of yourself, sissy boy. A helping hand was all I was offering."
"That would still be very nice, thank you." Provided Ms Noren had time and even if he didn’t get sucked, Owen was looking forward to her giving him nice slow wank in one of the Ladies’ cubicles. He could always grind on his Hummingbird and dream of Geoffrey. Perhaps he can practise that rhyme with each jerky stroke she gives him.
If Owen had thought, he would have realised that Ms Bramley’s offer of a trip to Miami would come with strings attached. He was looking forward to a few days of sun and sand or just relaxing by the pool to recuperate after his boob job. He was proud of his two new puppies and wanted to pamper them. He’d heard about some the clubs in Miami and thought they would provide a perfect playground to show them off.
Fortunately, Ms Bramley knows that one of the great virtues of her pretty Office Sissy, the crowning jewel of The B&K Temping Agency, is that he doesn’t think very deeply. It’s his special talent. And with his new breasts, he’s got even more to offer. They’re her reward to him for performing so well since becoming a full-time B&K Boy in her special group.
B&K’s Caribbean operation has been growing rapidly in the last few months, helped significantly by Owen. Financing the expansion has presented few difficulties thanks to his strenuous efforts with AXON. The remarkable growth in the Caribbean has prompted Bergman’s senior management to pivot away from Latin America towards more a lucrative markets. Cruise liners have proved fertile ground for both for hire and sales of B&K Boys. Lots of widowed ladies appreciate having a companion for their cruise, especially one they can take home with them afterwards. And it’s not just single ladies. Older couples find a B&K Boy can bring back that extra bit of sparkle, while honeymoon couples find that a B&K Boy can cater for all tastes in a marriage and not just in the kitchen.
Business is so good that it’s required an expansion of recruitment and B&K training facilities in the UK. Tempting as it might be for B&K to open up supply by introducing cheaper Latin American sissies, US customers prefer a British Sissy with impeccable manners and a loveable accent. It also means B&K can avoid imitations and maintain prices. Counterfeit B&K Boys have already become a serious problem on the internet. Cheap Chinese sissies may be available but they tend to be unwilling Incels exported by the Chinese government to relieve their growing domestic pressures. Customers prefer the authentic and readily distinguishable article from B&K UK: a British B&K Boy is always eager to please.
And there is no B&K Boy more authentic than Owen, boobs notwithstanding. Claudia allowed him a few weeks at the B&K Health Spa to recuperate after his surgery and for deportment training in how to walk properly with his new front loading. He’s also been given some extra padding in his bum so he can now really wiggle. A strict diet and exercise helped Owen’s new figure to develop its own natural curves while scarring and soreness diminished. Waiting a few weeks also means that he’s safe to fly. She wouldn’t want anything untoward happening to her prize asset.
Owen finds he’s not flying as a passenger to Miami but as a temporary member of cabin crew. B&K Air may not yet rival SlickAir as a prestige carrier, but it knows how to turn on the style for valued customers or business partners. Over the last few days, B&K’s managment in London has been entertaining Kassidy Dallas, an entrepreneur skilled in supplying talent to fashionable Florida resorts like Sarsaparilla and Mor-o-labia. A private flight back is the least B&K can provide, especially when Claudia has placed Owen aboard and ready to give his fun bags an excursion.
“Ms Dallas, this is Owen, your personal hostess. We hope you enjoy your flight,’ says the Pilot.
“Ah, so this is the famous British Sissy I have heard so much about. Quite a girl, ain’t she?”
“Yes, Ms Dallas. He’s here for your exclusive use. Anything you need, he’ll be on hand to serve you. Won't you Owen?’
“Oooh, can I sit on your hand, please?” asks silly Owen to Kassidy’s surprise.
“Wait until we’re airborne, Owen,” interjects the Second Officer. “I’m sorry Ms Dallas, he is new to carbon crew duties but very keen, as you can see. She turns to Owen: “Remember Owen, these are separate seat aisles. You’ll have to sit on the arm of Ms Dallas’ chair or bend over in the aisle if you want that, but your priority is catering for Ms Dallas’ needs not your own. When we’re airborne, you may want to show Ms Dallas how her seat reclines and can be made up into a bed.”
“Yes, Second Officer,” says a slightly crestfallen Owen. He’s not used to taking instructions like that.
“Don’t worry, Owen,” says Kassidy in a reassuring slow southern drawl, “Ah’m sure you an’ I are gonna get along jus’ fine. Jus’ fine. Now what’s a southern gal gotta do to git a drink round here before you an’ me takes off.”
Oh how we hope for more from Owen and the ladies.
But wait, did I not promise something to send me off on my summer break in style.
Good morning Britain, this is the news
It's a shame we could not get the sound up on it but the shiny Lens only works on image,but our lip readers here believe Kate was trying to convince Susanna to stand up and show the viewers the rest of the outfit.
You can tell by Susanna's hesitation that she was not too sure about that. It's that tell-tale pause and the way she is looking at the monitor just off screen that give away her mixture of uncertainty and excitement.
Kates reaction when she does stand up says it all, she is just so amazed at her friend and colleagues bravery ,but little does she know, that final little look off screen from Susanna hints that she has a surprise in mind for Kate
I hope you are all well and thank you for being here to share my art. If it were not for your kindness and love I would not be inspired to create.
Sorry for not getting back to everyone, I have had some family worries this week, which require a lot of attention.
So here is the full version of a piece shared on Patreon.
There are no surprises to contradict the comments given on Patreon. The image speaks for itself as a sequel to the original piece. I simply wanted to return to that scene and the strange and jarring blend of warm summer village life and that mysterious gloss black figure.
I hope you are all super well. Can't believe a whole week has gone by, really need to catch up.
I do so greatly appreciate you being there,your comments and messages and things are what give me the inspiration to create and communicate.
Bless you so much XX
Ok, Miss Kimmi has come through again with some absolute classics sent to us in petticoats and permed curls.
Thanks Kimmi
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Any
10/23/20- 1648- Oh, they may not know about you, Chris, but once they do, they won’t care. After all, you truly have become a beautiful girl, even if you are a boy. Debuted 10/23/20 right here on Andy Latex.
7/9/25- 1242 - Mademoiselle assures that sweet boys will become dainty daughters immersed in femininity. Although a boy like Chris may first resist, she will ultimately come to love being a Miss. Debuted 5/29/19 right here on Andy Latex.
December 2012 PDQ- 697- 7/30/20 - The top layer is shaped like a pink petticoat (just like the one Alex is wearing!). Chris knows full well that they will continue to celebrate Petticoat Day three times every single year. The ladies delight in decorating with balloons that signal Alex’s ultimate fate. Blow out your candles as you make your wish to become a Miss. Debuted in the December 2012 issue of Petticoat Discipline Quarterly. Definitely one of my All Time Christeen Top 25.
9/4/16 - 071 - Chris doesn’t like being enveloped in femininity. Hopefully that will soon change. Aunt Julia knows that it’s for the best that her nephew Chris become a Miss. This actually debuted on MaryBeth's Fantasy site in 2003. It later appeared on Carole Jean's Petticoat Punishment Art.
Here is a quick skip through some fun bits and bobs.
Half way down you welcome across a little thing that I am contemplating creating. Just look out for Wilma.
Hope you like them.
XX
Andy
Where better to start than on that strange plant, where Erarth girls are taken to compete in the ultimate games of survival
THE WORMHOLE GAMES!
I came across this clip on youtube the other day and was captivated by it. If is from the gorgeous DutchDame and some of these outfits are to melt for.
So elegant and stylish and the white outfit is breathtaking
I am adoring our friend Ambers images, they capture the real world of Andy and Aunt Jane in a new way,that is imbedded in reality
.I mean who would not want to spend a spa weekend with these two,
Learning to dive is a tricky one, but Jane will help
Here are a couple of images re-worked using modern technology.
These are part of what I am hoping will be a bigger project which will see Andy and Jane appearing in a book,the art re-imagined using modern technology, but very much still our Andy and Aunt Jane.
Stay tuned here and on Patreon for more updates
So now here are a couple of new pieces from our friend Sissy Dani. Looking cute
Jane: Put your hood up, darling, have to stay dry! Andy: Yes, Aunt Jane! My this wet pavement is very slick!
Jane: You may find latex is a bit uncomfortable for sleeping, Andy,
but you will also find it quite...stimulating....
Love, Dani
Now I am so delighted and grateful to Skinnie Stallion for writing the continuing tale of Owen and Office Politics.
Although his debrief with Ms Bramley made him realise that at heart he was a B&K Boy, Owen was sad to leave Lumina. Lumina had given him a start on both the employment and sissy ladders. Middle and senior management had treated him well. It was just a shame that final week didn't give him enough time to say goodbye to them all or to have that night out with Val. On the plus side, he wasn’t going to miss the catty rivalry of some of the girls in the Secretarial Pool.
Owen’s hopes of having some time off after finishing at Lumina were dashed when Ms Bramley immediately assigned him to what she described as her ‘special projects group’. It appeared to Owen that he was in a group of one. It also seemed that her ‘group’ didn’t sit in mainstream B&K and was financed from outside normal accounts and cost centres. “To allow plausible deniability” as Ms Bramley put it. Owen had no clue what she meant. He just concentrated on his first assignment: Ms Bramley needed him to pay off the debt to Wilson & Associates, Bergman and Knightley’s lawyers, for arranging his contract release from Lumina. Fortunately, Wilsons were happy to take payment in kind. One week of Owen’s services would be sufficient.
Ms Bramley briefed Wilsons that their new temp’s secretarial skills were non-existent. His desk skills were useless but his below-the-desk skills were formidable. When Wilsons put him on reception, Owen concentrated on getting his face right: first impressions were so important. Visitors gathered at the front desk while he did his lipstick. “Don’t worry Sissy Boy, we’ll wait,” said one as he puckered up. “No rush.”
“Yeah, no rush” said her colleague. “Fuck me, he’s hot.”
That week, Wilson & Associates never had so many never clients come to them after word of mouth referrals. It was the mouth that did it. And the tongue.
A unique selling point of Bergman and Knightley is its ability to operate in territories at which other fashion houses and other service providers baulk. B&K successfully caters for very refined tastes around the world and has contacts within governments as well as in depth knowledge of legal and customs systems in most countries. B&K is willing to work where others daren’t venture.
Vanessa Bramley is trusted by Bergman and Knightley’s top brass to run these undertakings: she has the experience and skills. The beauty of Vanessa’s branch for Bergman and Knightley management is that they do not need to know and do not want to know any detail about how her group operates. Her group’s activities are hidden in grey accounting and through a network of shell companies.
Vanessa has developed her own ways of financing her B&K’s black ops unit. That’s where Owen comes in. Vanessa has put in place a sophisticated system of ‘payment in kind’. Rather than need to pay interest on the capital backing her group, a few days of Owen normally does the trick. This week, risk insurance is required on shipments of B&K Boys to Pakistan, Dubai and China so Owen is putting in some extra hours at Global Capital.
"Is there anything else I can do for you Ms Richmond?" asks Owen after helping the Global’s CFO unwind. He’s wearing black latex because he still doesn’t understand ‘black ops’.
"Jesus Christ no," exclaims Felicity Richmond, her pulse still racing after Owen's assistance, her pants still around her ankles There was no way that she could take another under-the-desk session with Owen. Despite it being a Saturday and the Executive Level deserted, she’s concerned that her moans and cries may have attracted the attention of colleagues also putting in some extra hours. She needs to get properly dressed in case someone looks in. Owen has proved as Ingrid had suggested: totally fucking useless and totally fucking wonderful. Felicity tries to compose herself. "Er.... No thank you, Owen. That will be all for now."
"Thank you, Ms Richmond. If you're quite sure you don't need any more help, I'll check on Mrs Pearson. She's had to work this weekend too and is going to stay late. She said something about needing to do some desk work."
"Oh, if I know Ingrid she's come here to escape her husband and his mates." Felicity knew exactly what Ingrid wanted to escape for. It was her who'd suggested that they ask Central Admin for Owen to have some over-time. "They'll be sat around drinking beer and watching footie. Even though she's got the higher paid job, they'll expect her to run around fetching drinks and nibbles."
"Mrs Pearson did say something about nibbles," replies Owen, seemingly oblivious to the executive's intentions.
Ingrid Pearson may have a demanding job as CEO of Global Capital but she likes to maintain a work-life balance. She recognises the importance of family life but she also understands the importance of preserving a little ‘me time’. It helps her de-stress and is good for her mental health and well-being.
Going in on a Saturday avoids the frequent interruptions of the normal week and allows her to go about things in a more relaxed way. There’s no need to rush. No hurry. What doesn't help are annoying phone calls from her lazy husband interrupting her while she’s trying to clear her desk and make room for a special project with Owen. “Honey, will you be working late tonight? Only the guys are coming over to watch the game. Honey?”
Ingrid stifles a moan as she hastily presses to unmute, "Yes, I'm still really busy. I've got a few things on here." One of things that isn't on is her panties. Owen had deftly eased them down to gain access to her temple where he is now busily worshipping with his tongue and lips. Such a good boy: fucking useless as a PA but totally adorable as an office sissy and ornament of the C-Suite. If only they could do more risk insurance for Brunnings and Keenan: anything to oil the wheels of commerce and make transactions frictionless. Helping Brunnings and Keenan is lucrative in all the best ways for the senior execs. "I may see light at the end of the tunnel in the next few days," she says. She was going to make sure Owen didn't see daylight or even fluorescent office light for the next few minutes. Would he be able to beat his record of being on his knees for thirty-five minutes? "It's such a grind, Bill," she said sliding back in her chair and pushing her pussy harder against Owen's eager face.
Perhaps she and Felicity should invite Owen out for a drink when they've finished their 'work'? They could compare notes. There’s always the possibility that they may need to stay in town and get a hotel room because of the lateness of the hour. They'd only need a double bedded room since Owen can sleep between them. Not that he’ll be getting much sleep.
Hi Everyone I don't like starting a week with an apology and I hope this one is unnecessary.
Blogger is being a real pain in the backside at the moment. It will not correctly formatt things or when it does it removes stuff and mixes it up.
So this wonderful little tale by Skinnie Stallion is the only thing I could get to load today and I get the awful feeling that is because I have probably posted it before.
So if I have posted it before I apology's but if I have not then Yayyyy a new piece from Skinnie to enjoy.
Cedric kept his eyes closed as the brush came in again. Not long to go now. He couldn’t wait to see the finished results but he was determined to be patient. Everything he’d read or seen about Fem-Factory gave him confidence. If it was run by Rhys Jenner, it had to be good. He’d been following Rhys ever since he won that competition a couple of years ago. He’d liked, loved and commented on so many Instagram posts since then.
He shuffled his feet slightly. The arches of his feet were aching. How did Mummy manage this? He might not be standing but there was still a decided strain. It was his own fault. It was his decision to put on the heels as soon as his legs were done. He’d always wanted to wear heels like mummy. Now he finally had the chance and he didn't want to waste a minute. Mummy might not have decided yet on his outfit but at least he could make a start.
Brianna continued her chatter: “That’s the eyeliner done. Now you eyelashes……. and this is his first time being dressed?” She’d gone through holidays. Mummy had done most of the talking for that one. She’d gone through girlfriends. That hadn’t taken long. Fat chance of that. She’d tried boyfriends but he’d been too embarrassed to say. He did like the new bass in the Church choir but he’d never known how to ask.
His mother continued to watch them from the window seat. “Absolutely. The best.
Mother’s Day treat ever.” Secretly she knew that Cedric liked to go through her things but no-one else needed to know that. Not even Cedric.
"I have to say, I think he's a natural Mrs Ramsden, a total natural," said Brianna as she put on another layer of mascara. "The way he's sat here while I've done his make-up: so calm, so self-assured. We often get boys who resist or struggle when their mothers or aunties bring them for a makeover or a little 'pampering'. Not Cedric. Look at him here! Happy as can be while I do his eyelashes. I know it's his first time but it's making me wonder about false eyelashes for him. Who would be able to resist a pretty thing like Cedric batting his eyelashes at him or her?"
"I see what you mean but I'm not sure. What do you think, Cedric?"
"Yes please, Mummy," whispered Cedric softly, unable to quite believe that all his secret dreams were coming true. And he was making his mother happy in the process. Would that bass be able to resist, he wondered. He’d have to practise fluttering his eyelashes before tomorrow.
"Well, there's our answer," said Brianna. "I think it's so nice that you consulted him Mrs Ramsden."
"It's Cedric you need to thank. Once he heard me mention that there were times that I wished I'd had a daughter, he offered me a present for Mother's Day, although I still like to think of it as Mothering Sunday. I'll be so proud of him when we go to Church for the service tomorrow."
"Oh, Mrs Ramsden! That's a bold step. What will be people at Church say?"
"I don't know and I don't really care. If Cedric's happy, so I am I. But before we go to Church tomorrow, we've got afternoon tea booked at Bettys. And I have made a decision: I will get him the pair of black PVC pants and the cerise latex top, as well as the black latex mini-dress. He can wear the pants and top when we leave here for the tea, and the dress for Church tomorrow. They'll both go with the black 4" courts he’s wearing. It was so sensible to have his legs waxed."
"Thank you, Mummy," whispered Cedric. Both their dreams for Mother's Day were coming true. The best treat ever.
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