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The Missing Chapters. Part Two.

By Mandy Sweet Heart.

Chapter Three.

It wasn’t the guilt of deceiving her nephew that kept lady Jane up all night, nor was it the words Ms. Lash-Buckle had predominantly used, but it was how the woman had unemotionally looked at Jane when she mentioned selling Andy to an unscrupulous person that kept her far from her bedroom.

Andy also slept badly that night, although for him it was the thought of being separated from the two people he loved the most, even if it was just for two nights it more than bothered him. 

Due to the amount of coffee she had consumed Jane had been aimless moving around the lower floor, and at around three thirty in the morning she thought she had heard him creeping across his room. Despite considering the idea of going up to see him, she instead made herself another coffee before sitting herself down at the breakfast counter and carefully listened to her nephew plodding around his room while she slowly sipped from the umpteenth cup that night. 

As she peered at the whiteness of the ceiling, Jane imagined what Andy was doing. In her mind she pictured him draping a colourless latex blouse over his shoulders before she heard him hoping on the spot as she thought that he must be slithered into a tight pair of pink panties, then she believed he would have to select a skirt. There was a lengthy pause in his shuffling where Jane guessed that her nephew must be beautifully applying his cosmetics prior to a sudden bout of clipping heels; Jane smiled as she recalled the many afternoons of fun they spent together while Andy learnt to stroll elegantly in pair in a pair of heels and then she imagined that Andy was also giving his clothes a final burnish.

Unaware of her concerns, Andy was cautiously surprised at seeing how disturbed her features appeared to be, yet he simply put it down to the lack of natural early morning light.

“Morning darling.” Jane said in a somewhat tuneless tone.

“Morning Auntie.” Andy replied, likewise his remarks were just as listless. Then solely by instinct he lethargically added. “Would you like a coffee?”

Jane peered into her cooling cup, and the mere thought of yet more caffeine seemed to make her tummy hiss with animosity. “No, thank you Andy, I’ll give it a miss.”

As Andy, along with his freshly brewed coffee, sat opposite her, Jane said. “Everything will be alright Andy, it’s just for this weekend.” Yet her words were partly to reassure herself as much as Andy.

He realised that she was repeating similar words to the night before, then a new and strange concept crossed his mind, one that told him that his delightful Aunt might be just as concerned as he was, but before he could voice any concerns Janes’ awareness was drawn to the security monitor mounted nearby.

Having spotted the lustrous black stretched limousine entering her driveway, she glanced at her watch. “They’re early. It's only four thirty.” She moaned.

Both Jane and Andy waited in silence until the doorbell softly chimed, then considerably annoyed at the premature arrival Jane slid off her stool and went to vent her displeasure.

Before Jane could say a word, she noticed how the person who had arrived looked almost as exasperated at being here as she felt, yet the visitor sheepishly explained. “Please forgive my early arrival madam. Ms. Lash-Buckle insisted I approached you as soon as I could, and I miss-judged how empty the roads would be at this time of day.”

Instantly, Jane could gauge the fear within his words, and she felt somewhat better about her own trepidation. 

Meanwhile, Andy had slowly crept behind her and although he would never consider himself an expert in these matters, he automatically understood the person standing before them was a young man, yet whereas Andy was comparatively at ease with appearing feminine this young man was considerably offended at the transformation that had taken place, and Andy thought he was unhappy at having to dress in six-inch stilettos plus a skintight, glossy black latex chauffeurs’ uniform that would definitely suit a woman as shapely as his aunt.

The interloper finally noticed Andy, wearing a navy blue, highly burnished latex skaters’ skirt with a white latex blouse, as he took in the beauty before him, he said. “I’m sorry ma’am, are you Andrew Watson?”

Andys’ six-inch heels gently clipped against the hardwood floor as he stepped forward. Nonetheless, having passed his Aunt, Andy swung on one heel and fondly embraced her. “I’ll miss you Auntie Jane, please don’t forget about Will and tell him that I love him for me.”

Jane agreed to his soft words prior to easing him away for her statuesque body and whispered. “I won’t darling, and we will see you soon.” Then she gave him one of her special kisses, a small peck on the lips.

The chauffeur had missed them sharing their goodbyes’, to give them some privacy he had returned to the car and silently waited to open the rear door for Andy.

“I’m so sorry about this.” The driver nervously repeated as Andy gracefully entered the car.

With no knowledge of where they were going, Andy soon found the journey to be extremely tedious, yet with the sun rising to his left he did sense they were going South. 

Possibly Andy might have remained more alert if he could have chatted to the driver but with the privacy shield raised, after they had covered about forty miles he found himself starting to doze and he was abruptly propelled out of a delightful dream by someone he didn’t recognise.

It took Andy several long seconds to collect his thoughts, and as he became aware of what was happening, and having established that the chauffeur was nowhere in sight, Andy spotted what he imagined to be was a blurry vision of a person in a pale blue double breasted blouse that went along with the soft voice telling him it was time to get out of the car.

Stepping out of the sleek limousine, he lightly ruffled his red hair and nearly gasped when he discovered the person was nearly sealed into a low cut, blue and silver latex unitard and he was just able to stifle a giggle at seeing the feminine fashioned, tiny bowtie as he knew that this person was another sissy. However, Andy was rather impressed by the silver, six inch, knee high boots that the boy elegantly walked in.

Whereas his sense of smell was already telling him where he was, it wasn’t until Andy glanced at the yachts along the dockside that his brain finally registered the fact. Despite his mild nervousness, Andy continued to follow the young man that he assumed was a deckhand and guessed that the person he was being escorted by would give him little information.

Although Andy had taken little interest in the yachts moored alongside the jetty when they came closer to the last one, a five hundred and seventy two foot super-yacht, he peered up at its single worded name emblazoned in uppercase at the stern of the ship: SISTERHOOD.

This little piece of selective information told Andy nothing, yet he accompanied the boy up the gangway to the quarterdeck and was instantly greeted by a lady he recognised.

“Hello Andrew.” Ms Lash-Buckle said in a tone that was so cloying the young man escorting Andy took a step backwards. It had seemed so long since Andy had heard his name used in that way that he genuinely frowned in confusion. “Or do you prefer Andy?” The tall lady asked.

“Umm, Andy, everyone just calls me Andy.” Andy said, wishing that he could have asked what was happening.

Ms. Lash-Buckle took a step forward and cupped his chin. She began to examine his face as if he were an insect under a microscope, then she proudly exclaimed. “My, you’re even prettier than I was told.” She peered even closer at his features and whispered. “You can’t even notice any surgery scars.”

“I’ve never had any surgery.” Andy said so indignantly that even his Aunt would have been proud of him.

Despite a gasp of surprise from the young man standing just behind Andy, Ms. Lash-Buckle giggled. “Oh, I think the Princess will like you. It’s such a shame that I told Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones that I would return you, I would like to keep you as my own. But those in the Sisterhood always keep their word.”

Not knowing what she was talking about, Andy justifiably became more edgy. “Why am I here?”

“Didn’t Lady Jane tell you?” Andy told her how his Aunt just said it would help her with the sales. “Oh that’s sweet.” Ms. Lash-Buckle gasped. “If you do as expected of you, I might recommend Lady Janes’ clothing to my friends. Nonetheless, you’re here to convince Princess Concetta of our feminisation program.” She leaned closer to Andy and whispered. “I know you never attended our program but I’ve been told about your individuality and elegance.” She stood upright again and placed her hands on her sensuous hips. “When she arrives, you’re to accompany Princess Concetta and see to her needs, plus you will be serving my other guests during the party I’m having tomorrow.” Ms. Lash-Buckle leaned to one side and said. “Paul, go with Andy and tell Tony he is to help him dress in an appropriate uniform, then he is to ensure Andy knows his way around, then they can fully polish all the brass on the boat.”

Chapter Four.

From the moment Jane had closed her front door she had instantly felt lonely. Over the past few years herself and her nephew had rarely been apart for longer than a weekend, and when they were Andy would only be staying with his parents, but this felt different somehow and Jane wished she knew that he was safe, and more importantly that he would be returned back to her.

Although it was a Friday, Jane knew that there was no way she could face the others at work and after leaving a brief message, informing those at the office how Andy and herself would not be in, Jane took herself into the lounge. She glanced around the room, nearly expecting to see her nephew but seeing no one she took a moment of guilty pleasure by slumping on the sofa and putting her feet up.

Jane sighed and closed her eyes for just a second.

It had been approximately five O’clock when she had rested her eyes, but when Jane opened them again it was nearly ten AM. Her eyes darted around the room and when she couldn’t see Andys’ pouting face, Jane recalled the past few days and felt the emptiness within the villa.

Knowing there was nothing she could do for Andy, having showered and wriggled her way into a tight pair of cherry red leather trousers with matching scarlet six-inch heels, she slid on a white silk vest and picked up a jacket to match her red slacks, but Jane couldn’t face being alone any longer and took herself to the city.

With even her favourite coffee house seeming lifeless, Jane could only think of one person that might cheer her up.

Having quickly made her way to Slicks’ emporium she swiftly made her way past the manager who appeared to want a chat, and having made it to the lower floor, Jane was more than pleased to see how Kitty was alone.

“Hi Jane.” Kitty said in her usual cheerful tone, then she noticed the heartache in Janes’ eyes. “Isn’t Andy with you today?” 

Jane glanced over an explanation of how Andy was away for the weekend, then she declared her reason for being there. “I was wondering if you would like to go for a meal this evening?”

“A real live amorous date with you?” Kitty said in astonishment. As the sales assistant had always turned her down, Jane was expecting her to decline, and with the way her luck was going Jane almost expected the young woman to laugh at her, but Kitty added. “I would love to go for a meal with you Jane. I would really love to get to know you better.”

Jane felt as if she could have been knocked down with a feather, had she really misunderstood the girl along, though she was stunned Jane quickly said. “If it’s alright with you, yes. What time do you finish?”

“Not until five, I’m afraid. Then I’ll need to shower and get changed.”

“You look perfect as you are Kitty, I’ll meet you outside at five and don’t worry if you’re a little late.” Jane said as her cheeks flushed from the exhilaration she suddenly felt.

Despite missing her nephew, Jane perceived that everything was right with the world and even stopped to pass a few words with the manager, the one whom she totally ignored several minutes earlier.

Admittedly, after leaving Slicks’ for the first time in her life Jane felt as if the hours she spent strolling around the boutiques were something of a laborious chore, nevertheless as she began to slowly make her way back to Slicks’, Jane spotted just what she should buy.

Hoping that she had been waiting at the right exit for the past ten minutes, Jane felt elated when she spotted Kitty walking out of a door at the other end of the building and Jane quickly skipped towards her.

“I’m sorry Jane.” Kitty said in a pathetic tone. Janes’ heart froze mid beat and once again she expected the worst. “I didn’t mean to keep you waiting but my manager wanted a few words.”

Unsure of what was happening, Jane dubiously asked. “However, everything is alright now?”

“Oh yes, I just thought you might be upset. If everything is alright with you...Where are you taking me?”

All of a sudden, Jane realised that she should have spent the afternoon planning the date but she knew of a quiet restaurant that normally could find a table for her, to give a second she lifted the posy of flowers she bought and said. “For you, Kitty.”

“Oh wow! Carnations, how did you know?” Kitty jubilantly said. Jane gazed at her friend in wonderment, seeing the expression on Janes’ features Kitty stated. “Red Carnations are my absolute favourite flowers, they’re lovely. Thank you Jane.” To Janes’ amazement, Kitty reached up and gave her a small kiss on the corner of Janes’ mouth. “Thank you.” Kitty repeated.

There was a long forty-five second pause, in which Jane was utterly bedazzled by Kittys’ candor but Jane was finally able to regain her regal composure, and with a little giggle in her tone Jane linked arms with Kittys’ and started to walk in the direction of the restaurant, eventually she asked. “Do you like Italian?”

“Sometimes, but at other times I find that French is my favourite and occasionally it’s Chinese food.” Jane realised she was unable to think of a reply, but thankfully Kitty added. “Today I like Italian.” Then she giggled mischievously.

“Are you going to be like this all evening?” Jane asked.

“Maybe, I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out for a date for ages…” Kitty began, then peered into Janes’ clear blue eyes. “...I just thought you just wanted a one night stand and I’m not into those, and even though I’ve never slept with a woman I might make an exception if it involves you.” She slowly bit her lower lip before resuming. “I would like you to be my first Jane, but I need to get to know you first.”

Their meal lasted longer than they had planned, or rather the drink they ordered after the meal, mostly remained forgotten about after they had taken a sip then left the glasses on the table. Simply sitting at one of the side tables, the two ladies sat and talked although they soon found that they had an abundance in common and were often unable to stop themselves from giggling. When the two ladies finally left the restaurant, apart from the street lighting it was totally dark and following what Jane had considered to be a delightful evening she was rather surprised when Kitty started looking for a taxi. “Kitty, why don’t I give you a lift home?”

Kitty considered the question for several seconds, and though she was slightly ashamed to admit where she lived, she courteously accepted her offer.

“You really don’t have to do this.” Kitty said as she effortlessly opened the car door.

“Nonsense.” Jane retorted, and began backing her car out of the spot. “I've had a fantastic evening thanks to you, and it means I will have your delightful company for a bit longer. But I think you will need to point the way.”

Even if Jane hadn’t been regularly taking glances at the young woman next to her, she would have become confused in the maze of streets Kitty was easily directing her though, yet all too soon Kitty shyly gasped. “It's down just down here, on the left.” She pointed at an old 1930’s semi in need of some repair.

Despite the wonderful evening they had just enjoyed, Kitty imagined Jane would just drive off after seeing the rundown area in which she lived.

Dragging herself toward the old wooden gate Kitty hadn’t heard Jane’s door silently swish closed and she almost jumped halfway to the moon when Jane tenderly rested a hand on her shoulder and regally purred. “Don’t I at least get a goodnight kiss to see me home?”

“I…” Kitty began and wrapped her arms securely around Janes’ neck. Kitty felt as if she was unsure of how to proceed, yet as she slowly moved her lips closer towards Janes’ full, succulent red ruby lips, she gestured her lips and was delightfully bewildered when Jane pulled her closer and joined her in a passionate embrace.

Kitty may have been twenty seven years old, but she had never experienced a first kiss just this before, she was startled at how delicate Janes’ skin was and she was unsure if she had ever kissed anyone that produced as much desire as Jane was accomplishing within her at that moment. 

Kitty was solely concentrating on how fervent Jane was kissing her that she was unaware of how her fingers were aroused when they discovered Janes vibrant hair, and she was definitely oblivious of Janes’ hands as they joyfully probed Kittys’ lower body. 

For over two minutes Kitty had been unsuspecting of where Jane was leading her hands, then Kitty exquisitely squealed as Jane pushed her fingers under Kittys’ panties and clasped her rear cheeks. Kitty ended their kiss. However Kittys’ hands remained around the back of Janes’ head and as she continued to ruffle Janes’ once immaculate hairstyle, she longingly peered into the older womans’ blue eyes and admitted. “I would invite you in Jane, but the girls I share the place with…”

Kitty had left the explanation in midair yet Jane thought she understood, and said. “If Willam is up for it, would you join us for a meal on Tuesday?”

“Who’s William?” Kitty asked in disgust. Jane quickly explained about Will and Andy, and how she was taking them out to make up for ruining their weekend. “Oh, I would love to see Andy again and it would be fabulous to meet his boyfriend.” Kitty paused to meet Janes’ lips again, before adding: “And if I don’t disgust you, I would love to see you again, Jane.”

Jane was totally undecided what Kitty meant by the last statement and did not want to go into it just now, instead she said. “Even if William and Andy don’t come, I would like to see you again.” Jane watched as the smile grew upon Kittys’ lips, and she gave another hint of her desire. “Maybe you would like to spend a night at the villa. You could always use one of the spare bedrooms if you find it more comfortable.”

Knowing that Jane wasn’t forcing her to do anything hasty, she felt more relaxed, and she quickly uttered. “I would like that Jane, I really want to know I can trust you first, I’ve been hurt before.”

“I understand.” Jane purred. “But, be warned lovely Kitty,” Jane said. Kitty expected Jane to tell that she wouldn’t wait for long, yet Jane caressed her cheek and purred. “I’m going to do everything I can to make you want me.”

To Be Continued....

Thank you Mandy, gotta say I am loving that.

   

Ok So time to see what the world of movies as missing not picking up our dear Andy for those big roles. Today one of the biggest in recent memory, but to be honest I can't see anyone else as Rey but the wonderful Daisy Ridley (I'm a big fan)

    Speaking of Movies (who said this is just thrown together) Currently in production is the Pamela Anderson story staring the lovely Lily James as Pamela Anderson (well she won't be playing Tommy Lee now would she. Ed)

  So here we have a few on-set pics of Lily James in a very slick red Latex mini-dress, however, as pretty as Miss James is , she doesn't quite match the legendary Ms Anderson.

  

and now the real deal. I came late to the party with Ms Anderson not really seeing her until re-runs of ViP, but she was amazing in some of those outfits..

And finally........

Ok, So we did not win the Euros football this time, but we still got something out of it.

Hope my legs are still that good when I am 50.

Big hugs

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Andy