Story. It Can't be Wrong

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Hi Eveyone
  Ok, here we go. This is another slightly longer story, 16 pages I think, publishing over the coming weeks. I wrote this ages and ages ago, but was not happy with the narrative, it was to straight forward and so I put it away. However I recently found the spark and re-worked it.

  I had thought to publish it as a sneak peak, Patreon exclusive, but that did not sit well with my desire to keep my blog free to all and Patreon as a voluntary donation towards its support and not as a way to beg money from anyone. Not my style. I like to and am happy to share. But deeply appreciate all your kind support.

 Now once again, being an old story it features a young Man named Andy (ego me?) but is not from the Andy and Aunt Jane canon.It is also told in a conversational style from the mistresses point of view and therefore skips about a bit, but having read and re-read it I am pretty happy it all fits together.
  Anyway, I leave it up to you and once this one is done, I see on the horizon another super story being created by our friend Beth.

So enough waffle her we go, Oh and by the way, When I write I have images which inspire me, so I have added them in just for fun.



   It can’t be wrong
             By
     Andy Latex


    Looking out of my bedroom window my stomach fluttered like a giddy school girl, he was standing at the top of my path, looking all sweetly sheepish and nervous. My God I bet the poor thing never got a wink of sleep last night, not that it showed, he still glowed with a youthful sheen. 
  Not that I wouldn’t have blamed him for looking a little sleep deprived, after all I had not slept that well through excitement either, I mean it isn’t everyday you tell a young man that you are going to turn him into a girl in the morning and when I say turn, I don’t mean, by some magical way,  I mean transform into the image of a girl…..Heavens what am I going on about, even I am giddy.

I had everything ready for our young Man

    Lets slow this down don’t panic everything is ready, The dressing room is ready, Make-up and everything, It’s all laid out light and safe and the dress…That dress…his dress was hanging ready. We had thought, that is my friends Natasha, Melissa , Veronica, Juliet and I had thought, if we showed him the dress too early It might freak him out. Not that he didn’t know what was going to happen, we had explained it and he knew he would be wearing a Maids uniform, like the ones he so loved seeing my Maid Kim wearing, but…well to be honest.............. we never told him his would not be a shimmery satin dress but slick and shiny Latex rubber instead. 
  Now at this point I must say It was not my idea, Veronica had seen these uniforms online and said he…sorry that is Andrew, the young man now standing nervously outside my gate, should wear something practical, after all he would be contending with a seriously thin and high heel for the first time and might wobble a bit with our tea tray. 
  She was of course right and so we purchase three very classic French Maid dresses in Black , red and a rather bright pink. Yes it was a touch expensive, when you add in the matching underwear and heels, not that money is an issue to us, but they would last him for the 6 months of his time with us and by the way, that is another small detail we might also have forgotten to mention to him.

  Ok whilst he is getting up the courage, let us go back.

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   Andrew had come to us via a university project called the collective, It placed students in employment with the idea of gaining sponsorship to help fund oversees travel. A very nice idea but what drew me to offer Andrew sponsorship, apart from the fact that he was so wonderfully sweet and pretty, was that being from England he was already part of the oversees travel plan, yet wanted to give his time to help others do the same as he. 
  Such a sweet and kind thing and to be totally honest, we all fell in love with him as much as he fall in love with my Maid Kim. Not tricky because Kim was gorgeous, a round face with full lips and deep dark eyes, a few years older than he, tall and blessed with catwalk legs and figure, but what made Kim even sweeter was that she had absolutely no sense of just how sexy she was.
   

Kim

On that very first day, Kim looked especially beautiful, We had been sitting in my lounge with Andrew, and he had been explaining to my friends and I why he had chosen our street to look for work and to his credit had admitted it was because he knew it was a wealthy area. 
   Good for him for being so smart and honest and lucky for us he was. However he did seem to, lose the power of speech when Kim entered with our tea. I must admit I did not recall ever buying such a tiny uniform, but somehow the skirt of that off the shoulder satin dress, seemed inches further up those long legs than ever before. Not that I would have ever complained, I loved Kim and adored seeing those legs so blatantly displayed.
  Anyway, from that moment Andrew would have done anything to be close to Kim. Not that we were expecting anything more than we had agreed, A few light chores, bit of lawn mowing, and window washing, not just for me but for my friends on the street too and so over the next few days we set him to work…….