Hi Everyone,
Had brief inspiration last night and sat a wrote this very brief, story, caption to a picture I was sent a while ago.
It's not very long, more a swift out pouring. However I am writing a longer story, less about feminisation and more in the mold of my earlier fetish work.
Anyway, hope this tickles the spot for you.
XXXX
Andy
In A Foreign Land
Each woman graceful and beautiful bowed as the tall man, suited and brief cased
passed by. The ambassador turned. “Please your majesty if you hear of anything
please contact the embassy"
After the car had
driven from view along the long dusty drive way the woman tuned to the young
beauty beside her. She paused and smiled.
“You said nothing Child, you could have spoken up and be
travelling home now, but you did not”.
The stunning
woman,exotic and sensual stroked a long deeply glossed finger across the young
beauties deeply rouged cheek.
“It seems so long
now, you were so wet and so helpless
beside the road, how you were so happy to come under my roof, into my palace.
How shy you were when we first presented our dry clothes. They were like
nothing you had ever seen before. Outfits befitting a palace of
femininity.
We recall how you
were so confused and unsure when my maidens bathed and dressed you, how you
were consumed by shame and embarrassment as my they painted your pretty face,
your pretty, pretty wide eyed face, their skill and magic revealing, with a
myriad of colours and shades, the sensual
femininity beneath.
And we recall the look on your face as our mirrored walls
revealed to you your future, My maidens in their gowns of gold and were
beautiful beside you, but you Child, you were something more, something
special, something new.
Your limbs seemed
longer, your skin seemed darker and warmer, enriched with the honey from my gardens. Your hair was thinker and glossier
and your face, your new face was softer, lips fuller, eyes wider, The young man
beside the road, the sodden, bedraggled helpless boy had gone and in our palace
of femininity he had been reborn, a vision, a wonder and in time, bathed in the
warmth of our love, the heat our desire, and the sweat of our bodies will
become a new Goddess"
The young beauty remained still, as ever the Princesses words meant nothing to him, they were a language he did not understand and had not understood as they offered him shelter from that storm, But none of that mattered now, for he was no longer the young man, the boy, wet and lost beside the road in a foreign land, far from home, now in his rescuers hands he had become a glistening bejeweled vision of utter femininity and in their beds he would become so much more.
XXX
Andy