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    Ok here we are with the second clip show, featuring classics and forgotten posts from the past 11 years., plus a few new items just to sweeten the pot. 

  Now I do apologise but there will be no posts next week, this is because I will be away visiting friends over new year, hopefully I am there right now. However we will all be back bright and shiny the following week.

Happy new year and huge big hugs

XXX

Andy

Wednesday, 13 April 2022

 Hi Everyone

   Welcome to a quick Wednesday round up. I hope to get this back to normal as soon as possible, but until then we have three super sweet treats.

    First one of my favourite TV presenters has stepped in front of the Smooth slick n shiny lens to reveal the Kink beneath the conservative image.

    So here is Beautiful BBC Breakfast presenter Sally Nugent at the recent BBC sport awards as we can only dream of seeing her.

That was from last years ceremony and as yet the S.S.n.S Lens has not yet uncovered anything from this years show, (we are searching) however, that is not to say the gorgeous Sally Nugent (51) has not sent the twittersphere into meltdown with a very knowing picture posted on Instagram, I mean OMG those legs!!!!!!!

Thursday, 1 June 2017

Clip of the week : Ola Jordan in pink Latex

Hi Everyone

  Sorry for that little break and a thousand thank you's for the kind messages.I do not write expecting such a response so it gladdens my heart when you are all so kind. I greatly appreciate your kindness.

XXX

 Happy to say my head is far straighter than it was this time last week, a state helped and aided by this little event which occurred over the last bank holiday here in the UK. I was away visiting my friends. (hello Sheila, hello Gi and P, XX) and when i returned I had 4 different  messages in my in box pointing me to watch the TV show Loose women. (Thanks Lou, Alisia, Goodnight and 1980) and so I went on the ITV Hub which holds all the programmes on that channel over here and sat to watch. Apart from seeing a lady i met a few times when we were young on it, I was totally underwhelmed, but then, about 50 Minutes in, this happened.

Ola Jordan, one of the dancers from BBCs Strictly come dancing show, appeared,  squeezed into this amazingly tight and beautifully polished pink Latex dress. This was on daytime TV at 12 noon! To say my heart rushed would have been and understatement, she has always been one of my favourites on the show and to see her like this. Was astonishing. She looked amazing and the dress rippled and clung like it had been melted on,which under those lights it possibly was.
However despite the perfection of her appearance Ola really did not seem too impressed with our favorite material. Believe me Ola no one else was complaining and it was kind of exciting to see her pulling at it and trying to arrange herself to get comfortable. It reminded me of my wonderful friend Sheila and how she was the first time I got her to wear a Latex dress.

It is a classic Latex dress now , seen so many times, but never gets dull,and if it was to get dull, Aunt Jane would find a way of making money for Charity from it, as poor sweet Andy discovered.

I remember siting down and writing this next post, I had never done it before whilst in my feminine persona, it was so much fun, but i gained a respect for sectaries, because typing ain't easy with long glossed nails, 

Tuesday, 2 September 2014

Fantasy come true

Hi everyone

  Last week I was on Holiday with friends and I promised to post a item whilst as my feminine incarnation Amanda Keira. Well I had it done but one thing and another got in my way and it never got posted.

  So as promised here it is.

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Hi everyone

  This Is Amanda Keira Louboutin here, Hi XXXX.

Andy has been glossed over for a few days and so I am writing this entry for him. I am visiting my dear friends for a few days. Most important of all it gave Andy the chance to spend some very naughty time with his/our very bestest lady love, 20 years his senior but OMG! she is so amazing!.   Andy also had the pleasure of falling, very willingly, into the clutches of the Lady who first created Amanda Keira, from a blushing silly and awestruck young Andy.

  Gi first created Amanda,( thats me) a few years ago and has been refining me ever since. She gets so much pleasure from making me up and I can sit for hours happily letting her. I love having my make up done, watching the transformation from Andy to Me, Amanda Keira Louboutin, ,Maid, companion and Niece.

  Anyway, this weekend Gi went beyond anything before. We were talking the last time i visited and I let slip a fantasy of being mistaken for a girl and kidnapped to become part of an Arab Princesses Harem. When it is discovered I am not entirely femme, I become very valuable and become her pampered favourite. Eventually becoming so transformed by the Princesses other slave girls that I am totally unrecognisable even to those who come looking for me. Finally I realise there is no way back and I surrender to my new life as a pampered perfumed feminised Harem Boy

 Anyway, this weekend part of it came true, not the Kidnap fortunately, but Gi got out her make up chest and I do mean chest and .....well here are a few images to give you a taste of my weekend.

Friday, 17 April 2015

A favorite picture

Hi Everyone

  This is just a cheap excuse to post a picture of Keira Knightley, but heck it is my blog so as editor in chief I can get away with it. You know when you are feeling a little flat, down and dull and need a little brightening up, we all have favorite thing, a pic or idea, that re boots us. Well this is mine. I just look at this picture of Keira and feel so excited and inspired. I just love , her make up, the bronzed tone. I love her hair, the cut and style and those eyes and lips, 'Sigh'

  Well that is my excuse and I am sticking to it like a sissy dipped in honey.

     Take care All

XXX

Andy

Just had a thought, how can I improve on perfection.

Simple, just add a little shine.

XXX

Tuesday, 8 December 2020

   Next up a stunning little clip sent to me by our dear friend Skinnie Stallion and the sweet CapriciousAmber, My Kitty. It is from the year 1937 and features......well click on this and be amazed. 

Remember 1937!!!!!

   Now The thumbnail might look odd, but that is deliberate, to hide the amazing content, so believe me you will not be disappointed . 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6cr2pS9U308&feature=emb_logo

Wasn't that amazing,the perfect Latex Governess from 1937!!!

Friday 30th December 2022

What? did you think I would forget it was Friday and what Friday is complete without drifting away on the delights of our wonderful friend Christeen's art.

Here we have a selection of personal favourites from her classic collection.

Monday, 17 December 2018

New Art: "Night of the Living Planet"

Hi Everyone.

   Needed to update this, completely forgot to add a lovely add-on story by our friend Sweet Stevie. It is beneath the art work and although some of the names are different  and it does not follow on from my own imaginings (which is because they were created apart from each other) it very much feels part of this world and this adventure.

 Please take time to read it.

 Big hugs and big BIG  hugs to Stevie too

XX

                               

Hi Everyone

   Time for new art and we have once again been whisked hundreds of years into the future to follow the daring adventures of Andy and his crew.

   This time, from a filing cabinet in the basement of S.S.S Towers, I have uncovered three pages from a classic serial entitled "Night of the Living Planet". This adventure, once thought lost, featured our Hero/Heroine as he searches for friends and crew members from an away team sent to investigate overwhelming and bizarre life readings from the surface of an unexplored planet.

 What he finds chills his hot blood to his kinky core.

Hope you enjoy and hope it tickles your collective imaginations.

XXX

Andy

Andy and the Sissy-Eating Plants

By 

Sweet Stevie

   

 Andy had to do something quickly. These revolting plants were eating his friends; Stevie and Robin who had passed out from the Academy at the same time as him, and that sweet new guy, Rupert, a very pretty newly-commissioned 2nd Lieutenant with luscious dark-blonde hair and a figure to die for and who looked particularly good in his ceremonial thigh boots! Andy would have joined them on the recce to this revolting planet  had he not been involved with testing the new tropical uniform.

The boffins were very proud of this new venture which consisted of a skimpy bikini, long gloves and thigh-high boots, or at least that is what it looked like.  It was, in fact, a one=piece like all the LUPs but appeared to be separate parts. The transparent areas between the pants and top could be adjusted so the sissy wearing the uniform was enabled to top up his tan if he wanted to, or he could block off the sun’s rays while still appearing to be clad in only a skimpy bikini. The boots were also integral and did not require a pair of field boots to be worn on top, the boots being made of a new latex/leather development so they could be incorporated in the LUP.

The testing had taken rather longer than expected but Andy had been pleased with the results, although he was a bit disappointed with the fact that the boots had only a 5 inch heel, the same as regulation field boots but he loved the long gloves. He was assured that another version for formal occasions was in the pipeline with ballet heels!

Yes, he had to do something quickly, but what? He had radioed the ship for a botanist, but he really did not know whether there was anyone with botany knowledge, much less whether they could do anything with these revolting green plants. Rupert had almost disappeared inside one and Stevie and Robin were quickly going the same way. What to do? At that point he looked down and realized that another of the plants was moving tendrils towards his pink boots. “Ugh!” he thought, it’s heading for me. However, he then realized that, although the tendrils were reaching out, as soon as one touched his boot it seemed to back off. Something about his boots? Then, he remembered the boffins had mentioned there were new additives in these latest LUPs, something to do with the adjustment for letting in the sun’s rays. Andy had not taken much notice of this, but now he realized he might have a way out and be able to rescue his friends. If the wretched plants could not stand his boots or the rest of his new uniform he might be able to fight them off.

He picked his dagger out of the pocket in the top of his boot and started cutting at the plant now wrapping itself about pretty Rupert, the new guy. Sure enough, as soon as Andy’s glove made contact the plant seemed to back off and he soon managed to cut away everything enveloping Rupert. Rupert emerged shaking, his uniform, boots and gloves covered in a thin layer of green slime; his make-up ruined! Andy realized that Rupert would not be happy about that, ever since he had joined Andy’s unit he had been punctilious about never appearing other than immaculately and heavily made-up.

“Keep away, Rupert”, Andy called “the horrible things seem to be frightened off by something in this new uniform, but I will soon have the others cut out and then we will get you all back up to the ship to be checked out by the medics” Within a few minutes the other plants had been sliced down and the other two guys released. “Thank you, sir” said a clearly shaken Stevie “you saved our lives”. “Less of the “sir”, let’s get you back up to the ship and cleaned up” cried Andy as he reached for his radio to call up the shuttle. With a short time all three shaken sissies were aboard and, as soon as they were comfortable, Andy ordered the shuttle back up to the ship away from the ghastly island which seemed to be infested with this sissy eating plant.

    TWO WEEKS LATER

The guys had been checked over by the medics. who found no permanent damage (apart from ruined uniforms and make-up) but the boys were checked into the sick bay for a few days as a precaution. Meanwhile, Andy had made his report to the boffins who had been very interested in what he had to say. They had been well impressed, this was the same Captain Watson who had seen off the Space Squids and the tyrannical Queen Bee, where would he go next? As for Andy, he had only recently received a beautiful set of Captain’s spurs inlaid with diamonds from his beloved Aunt Jane; would he be asking her for some Major’s spurs?

After a few days the guys had become bored with hanging around the medical facility clad in their tiny,  pretty pink, lace trimmed  satin baby-doll nighties and tiny matching panties along with fluffy pink bedroom slippers with 6 inch heels. Also, they were very soon spending a lot of time on their make-ups so that they would be immaculate for any visitors, Once, when Andy visited, after hugs and kisses, Rupert had disappeared and seemed to be in deep conversation with one of the boffins. “What was that about?” Andy wondered, but the turned back to his friend Stevie to discuss the new tropical uniform and its unexpected effects on the sissy-eating plants.

They were now all out of the medical facility, declared fully fit and they had an evening out planned in the new colonial town being built on this hot, tropical planet (on the mainland, not the island which appeared to be infested with the sissy-eating plants). Rupert had declared that there were a lot of hot hunks there employed in building and labouring who were always “up for it”. How Rupert knew this Andy did not know but clearly 2nd Lt. Rupert de Villiers Smith Graham was one to watch, Andy remembered that Rupert was a scion of a noble family with Earls and Dukes among his relations (of course Stevie himself was Earl of Delavan). The Royal Regiment of Sissies seemed to attract nobility.

That afternoon they had all showered and bathed together, differences in rank forgetten, then carefully did their make-up and now, pink, pretty and perfumed they stood on the boxes containing their new tropical uniforms, updated with the ballet boots which had been promised. As usual, a button was pressed and each boy stood, legs apart and arms out, to be dressed. As usual, the magic latex moved up the shapely legs, reached the groin areas, pressed their peenies into place and then gently penetrated each pretty bottom with the usual squeals from each boy! The latex continued on its inexorable, covering the pretty breasts and then the arms and hands in pink opera length gloves. Andy noticed that the gloves and boots each had rank insignia on them above the crown, his with the three pips of a Captain. Finally, each boy was suddenly raised up about 8 inches as the dagger like heels of the boots suddenly appeared and, all at once, they were standing on just the tips of pointed toes and the narrow stiletto heel.

At this point Andy noticed something rather odd. He had worn a tropical uniform before when he had rescued his friends from the sissy-eating plants, and the bikini part of the uniform, whilst tiny, had covered his shapely bottom and pretty breasts quite adequately. However, this uniform was almost indecent! The panties were nothing more than a thong almost fully exposing four very pretty bottoms (and the anal insertion seemed rather larger!). The tops barely covered their breasts and were really more of a bandeau than a bikini top; as for the breast stroking mechanism that seemed rather more active than usual and Andy felt himself aroused already!

 Seeing, Andy’s reaction Rupert said “I hope you don’t mind, sir, I had a word with one of the boffins who is an old friend of mine (we went to school together) and got him to do a few tweaks on a set of uniforms. The normal pants and bikini tops are O.K. for patrols but I thought for town something a bit more revealing might be better, what do you think?” “Well, Rupert” replied Andy, “I don’t seem to have much choice, do I? The others seem to quite like them”, he said, looking at the cheesy grins on Stevie’s and Robin’s faces.. “Come on, let’s get our spurs and capes on and we had better take our ceremonial daggers and whips, you never know what these hunky builders might try”. So saying, the four gorgeous friends went off to their waiting shuttle to see what their evening might bring, giggling excitedly, heels and toes ringing on the metal floor of the ship’s corridor, their splendid pink latex capes flowing behind them.

Friday 30th December 2022

Over the years I have created a few neat captions. Here are a few of my favourites

and finally a little naughty self-indulgence as I said I will be away visiting friends

Happy New year everyone 

XXXXX

and like all movies these days if you have made it to the end of the credits you get the classic stinger, well here is s snippet from a story I am desperately trying to write............

COMING SOON

Paris

She stopped in the door to Andy’s room, it was early, the sun had woken her, but like all teenagers it would take more to rouse her beloved nephew. However at that moment she was not intent on waking the sweet young man, for as she watched she could plainly see he was in the middle of a dream. He moved slowly , gently writhing beneath the silken sheets that so perfectly contoured his slim body, his hand clearly defined ,resting on his boyhood. Jane took a breath, it was such a sweet sight, but one not uncommon in a boy Andy’s age.Yet seeing him, his eyes closed lips parted, revealing the heated emotions of the moment, she felt privileged.

    But what was he dreaming of, or rather of whom, for unless there was something very odd, he was not dreaming of his bike or his ever present football boots. No he was dreaming of someone.

   For a long moment she just relaxed against the door frame, the warm morning sun, filtered by the curtains gently illuminating the scene before her, so sweet, so innocent, so natural and then a word….. Auntie.

    Jane’s stomach tingled, it did not tense, it did not turn, but it tingled, he was dreaming of her. She smiled and wondered what naughty narrative that sweet young mind was weaving into his dreams.

   Distracted by the thought, Jane took a moment to realise his breath was deepening, his white teeth nibbling on his soft lips. For a second she thought of slipping away, this was his private moment and she had no right to intrude ,but he looked so beautiful, so sweet and yes, feminine bathed in the summer light, that she could no more turn away from him than she could a masterpiece in a gallery and then his breath came again and if the sound of her own whispered name made her tingle, the softly half sighed words made it melt. 

“Touch me……” he breathed, his body, slowly turning beneath the sheets, “Please touch me again”, A sign, a moan, his fingers softly caressing his boyhood as the dream deepened, but a dream of whom.

To be Continued

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  Surely you did not think I would leave you at this time of year, No No No, you are all my friends and I can not thank you enough for all your friendship and support over the past year or indeed years because next March we will have been going for 12 years which is crazy.

   So like many shows this time of year, the next two posts on here (No Wednesday round up) will be favourites from the past, art, clips and bits and bobs, plus a few treats just in case you need something to drift away on.

  So to those who have been celebrating Christmas and to the many who have not, I wish you all the very best

XXX

Andy

Friday, 24 May 2013

Latexium, the first interview

   Hi Everyone.

With the reports of the Latexium curse spreading we at SmoothSlick'nShiny have gained our first brief direct response from Miss Watson herself.

   As she arrived at the annual Elle Style awards, looking stunning as ever with dramatic make up and chic cropped hair, we asked about the curse.

  "It is a real pain" The well spoken actress said, with a hint of exasperation. "Especially at such events as this. A designer kindly offers me a gown such as this and I have to explain that, by the time anyone else gets to see it it will have turned into Latex rubber"

       But does the curse continue after the outfit has been removed?

  No that is an odd thing . I have wardrobes if normal clothes but the moment i put them on everything or nearly everything turns rubbery 

      You say nearly. Do some outfits not turn?

  No, but part of every outfit turns even if it is just my underwear. Also I find leather does not change.

      But what about the comfort factor? Latex is notoriously hot to wear.

   Oh God yes, i mean this isn't too bad and I try to wear skirts and dresses more as there is more freedom of  ventilation. Jeans and things are a nightmare, so tight and hot. Awful.

  At that point Miss Watson was whisked away, leaving our reporter with the rather stunning mental vision of the elegant young beauty in tight and shiny Latex Jeans.

 

  Reporting from the Elle Awards, I am Amanda Keira Louboutin for SmoothSlick'nShiny.

And now a little treat from earlier this week. Blog Legend Carol Vorderman in some stunning blue Leather pants.

Wednesday, 11 June 2014

ALEXIS IN WONDERLAND 

by Throne

(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.)

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 swivelled 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 provokingly.  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 realised 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 defenceless.  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 coloured 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 jewellery 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 colourful plastic bag with the name of a jewellery store on it and came out with a necklace of brightly coloured 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 moisturiser 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 specialising 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 catalogue 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 catalogue 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."

 

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Sunday, 5 January 2020

   Yes my friends, our dear, sweet, innocent Andy has been abducted, but fear not it is all in hand, very slippery hands.

In all sincerity , please visit the brilliant art of stvkar who has ,much to my utter delight, placed Andy and Aunt Jane in the centre of his classic art. 

  He was commissioned by the wonderful Cannibalix to create these, but has added some more, exclusive to his page on Deviantart.

 If any of you are members (Hello Kitty XXX) please do comment. 

  I can not say how thrilled I am to have had stvkar toy with Andy and how grateful I am to Cannibalix for commissioning.

For further information, please visit

https://www.deviantart.com/stvkar/gallery/69400004/the-cannibalix-files

https://www.deviantart.com/stvkar/gallery/

  Here you will find all the details you need.

 Biggest Hugs

XXX

Andy

What would our blog be without the stunning Amanda Holden and who can forget her classic Slave Princess of Mars outfit

Monday, 4 June 2018

New Art. California Girl

Hi Everyone

   I created this new art last night after being inspired by a sunny day on the beach yesterday. I wanted Andy to be the centre of attention but even that would be difficult for him surrounded by all the beach babe bodies on display and so, with a little nod to Asudem Latex, I came up with the perfect solution. The BabeSkin, 

 The following is an extract from BOYS?s sales catalog.

 "Coat your nephew, son or whomever you wish in our rich lube and slide them in via the neck entry of the ultra skin Latex BabeSkin. You will notice the skin is quite loose, this allows an easier access, however once in place,30 minutes in one of our salons sunbeds will shrink and tighten the skin to a perfect "beyond skintight" fit, creating the perfect Babebody. 

 From there our skilled make up artistes will blend your pretty ones new skin with the natural tones of his pretty face to create the perfect and totally undetectable seam. All is required then is whether your pretty one is dusted down to create a natural flesh tone or glossed up to create that sleek sun oiled beach body.Babe skin comes in a wide range of skin tones, embracing and breaking down cultural boundaries.

   Whichever you choose, your pretty one will turn heads, blessed with the perfect Bade body thanks the BabeSkin."

  

So where better to secretly test the BabeSkin than on a hot Californian beach and what stricter examination could there be than getting up close and personal with the most demanding of examiners.

 It is going to be a long, hot and embarrassing day for our sweet and helpless hero/Heroine, but one that the beach guys will be remember for a very long time.

  Hope you like this little piece of sunshine

XXXX

Monday, 30 December 2019

A Late Christmas Gift, From Your Host

Hi Everyone

 Hope you all had a lovely Christmas. I did and I bought myself a present and here is a clue....

No not Carol Vorderman, she was on my wish list but Santa let me down, No you may recall how these pics of Vorders Leather bum, nearly melted the internet well.......well you take a look below.

I looked up the pants Vorders was wearing, taking that white cross tag at the back as a reference and these were they and so.....I put my bum in them. Yes folks get a grip because on the left is Vorders legendary bum and on the right all leathered up, is your host's very own bottom.

  As I have always said, I got a nice bum and these pants just made me want to show it off.

And it comes attached to a slick pair of legs too.

   

As sad as I am to report I no longer have those Pants, I am happy to say the Bum and those legs are still going strong today

Big Hugs

XXXXXX

Andy