But wait I hear you cry, Carol was not the only gorgeous woman there at the start, we have forgotten Keira....The hell we have . In fact as we have been going through our archives we came across a lost cover for the S.S.n.S Magazine.
Maid in Paris
By Skinnie Stallion
http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2025/07/new-art-packing-for-paris.html
1. Lost Luggage
Andy gazed in wonder at the view from their room and waited for Jane to tip the bellboy before speaking. He marvelled at the imposing metal tower and all that it symbolised. He felt so lucky until noticing a problem. “Auntie, there’s only one bed,” he exclaimed when she finally closed the door.
“Yes, darling.”
“But I thought we would have separate rooms, or at least separate beds. What will I tell mum?”
“Don’t worry, darling, she knows. I’ve told her all about our little trip.” Jane had always maintained the closest of confidences with her best friend. Andy’s mother knew all about Jane’s love for her son and approved whole-heartedly of the journey of self-discovery on which she’d been taking him. How else was he going to realise and accept his true nature, something that had been obvious to them both since he’d been young?
“Really? And she knows that we’ll be sharing a bed?”
“Yes, darling. Unless you’d prefer to sleep on the floor? Hotel rooms are so expensive in Paris at this time of year.”
“Yes, Auntie.” He looked around at their suite. Surely there were budget hotels where they could have stayed with cheaper rooms. But his Aunt didn't do budget, and would they have had such a spectacular view from a budget hotel? Though cost wasn’t the reason that they would be sharing: Andy’s mum had agreed with her confidante that it was time for her son to take the next step. An important step. A step towards his own special kind of manhood. And who would be better to take him there than her friend and his favourite Aunt?
Jane got out her phone as Andy went to open his case. The bellhop had already stowed her trunk in the closet. Andy was surprised that she had brought such a large amount of luggage for such a short stay, but Auntie liked her wardrobe and changes of clothing, and no doubt she needed space to pack all the things she was going to buy during their trip. She was always so stylish. It was one of the reasons he loved her so much. What other lady her age would be wearing a rope of pearls and classic Chanel jacket but paired with skinny fit tight brown leather Balmain leggings? And heels. High heels. She always looked amazing. He loved being with her. She might be his Auntie but she dressed and looked like the girl of his dreams. He could always fantasize that she was his girlfriend. Yes, she was older than him, a lot older, but what did that matter. He felt so privileged to be with her: the most beautiful woman he’d ever known. And she seemed happy to be with him. He couldn’t always understand why but they seemed to get on well together despite the age gap.
Andy put his case on the bed. He was expecting some words of censure from Jane about failing to use the luggage stand but he didn't expect it to take long to unpack. He flipped the catches, lifted the lid and looked inside. He closed the lid. He inspected the case. It was a grey case. A traditional case. The case he’d borrowed from his mother for the trip. It was definitely his case. He opened it again. He riffled through the items, not that there were many. What had happened to his luggage? He held up what looked like a dress. A black latex dress. “Wha?” Was this some kind of practical joke? Or had the baggage handlers mixed up the cases? Or interfered with them? “Auntie, how did this get in my case? There’s only one pair of trousers and only one of my shirts? There's some silk pyjamas though. Pink silk pyjamas. And there’s a dress in here. A latex dress.”
Jane watched her nephew’s puzzlement with amusement. She smiled benignly as she raised her mobile to her ear. "Shhh, Andrew, I'm on the phone. It’s fine."
"Are you calling AirFrance? I need to find my clothes."
"Don’t be silly Andy. They are all in there. Surely you didn’t think I would come to Paris without my Maid did you?
"Bonjour, est-ce le salon de beauté?”
“What!?” Andy was stunned. Playing games at Fullerton Hall after their visit to Catherine’s and meeting with Cindy was one thing, but being a maid when they on holiday was quite another.
"Shhh. Pardon. Je m'excuse. Mon neveu....... Oui, assez jeune. Bonjour, Madame. Je m'appelle Jane Fullerton-Jones........ Oui, Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones ………. Oui, chambre Soixante-neuf……… J'aimerais réserver un soin de beauté pour cet après-midi, s'il vous plaît……… Cheveux, ongles, épiler et maquillage………Épiler? Non, tout…… Oui, tout. Pas seulement les jambes. Les bras. La poitrine. Le dos et l’aine….. Oui, surtout l’aine and les poils pubiens…… Pour moi? Non, pour mon neveu…… Oui, mon neveu. Il veut avoir l'air très féminin et je le préfère comme ça et très lisse……. Oui, très chic, très mignon…… ” Jane chuckled. "Oui, comme vous disez ‘baisable’. Très baisable.…… Alors, six heures et demie. Il sera là. Vous aurez alors le plaisir de le voir.…… Merci, Madame.”
“What have you just ordered?"
“An appointment for you for later this afternoon. Now give me a moment, dear, please.” Jane looked at her watch. “We should just have time.” She scrolled through her contacts list and punched dial. “Est-ce que c'est le magasin Louboutin?”
"Louboutin? Why are you calling a shoe shop? You can't be buying shoes already, Auntie, we've only just got here. I thought we were going shopping tomorrow."
"Shhh. Quand est-ce que vous fermez?..........Bien.......... J'ai besoin d'une paire de So Kate 120 pour mon neveu, taille européenne quarante-et-un ....... Oui, pour mon neveu........ Il est très bel: un garçon poule mouillée....."
"What did you say, Auntie? I think I know what that means. I'm not a chicken!"
"Shhh. Oui. Nous serons là dans dix minutes. Il portera une robe. Une robe de femme de chambre. ...... Oui, une très belle sissy qui sera encore plus belle en talons. Merci, Madame. Au-revoir."
"Come on Andrew, we need to get to the shops before they close. Now put on your dress before we go out."
"But Auntie ........."
“You should find a little pinny in the case and a headband too. Put those on. Oh, and some latex panties, obviously. I’ve got a latex choker in my trunk that’ll go nicely round your neck.
This was all too much for Andy to take in. “Auntie, please stop. What’s going on?”
Jane looked puzzled. “We’re visiting Paris, darling. We’re on a shopping and sight-seeing trip.”
“I know that, but what about this: the dress, the pinny, the headband?”
“Well what do you expect a maid to wear?” replied Jane.
“A maid? A maid might, but not me.”
“Darling, you are and you will. You’re here in Paris as my maid. Why else do you think you’re here with me? I need a maid to help me with my wardrobe and my shopping, and hiring maids in Paris is so expensive,” she sighed. “Your mother agreed that it would be good experience for you to visit Paris and see the sights, and travelling as my maid would be a very economic and practical option.”
“But I’m not a maid,” he continued to protest.
“Darling, you are or you soon will be. For the duration of this trip and probably longer. It will be good for you. You’ll learn so much. Now slip into the dress or we’ll be late. We haven’t got time to shave your legs so you’ll have to wear a pair of latex stay-ups that I packed just in case. You’ll get waxed and made up properly at the hotel’s salon before we go out to eat this evening. This is going to be such fun.”
“But Auntie. I really can’t.”
Jane could see that her nephew was struggling and decided to compromise, at least for a short while. “Look, honey, I’ll tell you what. You don’t have to go out this afternoon as my maid. But we will go to Louboutin to buy you some shoes. Is that OK?”
“If you insist. I can only find a pair of trainers in the case.”
“So, you do need some shoes. But please take off that horrid t-shirt and put on something nicer, you can wear your trainers when we go to the store. Deal?”
“Deal,” accepted Andy with resignation. He knew better than to cross his Aunt when she was in this frame of mind.
“And we will take your new dress with us and you can wear it for the walk back to the hotel.”
“Walk! I can’t walk in the streets dressed you like a maid,” objected Andy.
“You must Andrew. I don’t want to have call your mother and say that you’ve been a bad boy.”
Andy quailed. He definitely did not want that. His mother had reminded him only that morning about how kind Jane was taking him to Paris and at her expense. “Yes, Auntie.”
“Good. Now please hurry”. He pulled out a white shirt that he didn't recognise - was it one of Auntie’s blouses, he wondered – and a pair of grey slacks. He moved towards the bathroom to change. “You can change here, we haven’t much time.”
“But Auntie ……”
“There’s nothing that I haven't seen many times before. Remember who used to baby sit for you?” Andy grimaced. Yes, she would have seen ‘all that’, and he only needed to strip down to his underpants.
“Ok,” he said and began to undress.
“Now please get a move on. We need to be back in time for your appointment.”
2. Shopping and Dining
A quick change, a short taxi ride, and ten minutes later they were browsing the racks. Jane quickly plucked out a pair and handed them to him. “Ask for a pair of these in your size,” she instructed. Andy looked at the pair of black high heeled shoes with a red sole. He’d always been very attracted to the red soles on some of his Aunt’s shoes. They oozed allure to him and made her appear even more special. But he couldn't imagine wearing a pair like them himself. He hesitated. “Go on, we haven’t got all day. The store will be closing soon.”
Andy summoned up the courage to speak to the matronly assistant. She was probably used to English customers with limited language skills but probaby not one as tongue-tied as him. “B…. B….. Bonjour Madame. Excusez-moi. Je v….v….veux… vourdrais…. ” He gave up stumbling and resorted to English. It would be less embarrassing if that were possible. “Please excuse me, … um hello. Would…. please may I … would … do … do you have these in my 7 …. in size … my size ….. for me? Please?” The poor lamb’s English was only marginally more intelligible than his French, thought Jane.
“Louboutin So Kate’s for …. you?” The assistant looked him up and down. “Pour vous?” She didn’t seem too surprised at his request. How many boys came in and bought high heels, he wondered? High heels for themselves?
“Oui,” he mumbled.
“Et les talons? Cent or cent vingt?”
He looked puzzled and turned despairingly to his Aunt. She appeared to be having fun as if delighting in his discomfort, but proud of him for taking the first step and having the courage to ask. “You want the 120s darling,” she said, “So Kate one twenties.” He looked puzzled. “The ones with five inch heels, dear. Cent vingt,” she called across while eyeing the ultra-expensive designs kept behind plate glass. If they had time, she might come back for a fitting over the next couple of days to add to her Loubou collection.
“So Kate cent vingt, s’il vous plaît,” he gibbered.
“Alors, So Kate cent vingt,” confirmed the assistant. “Et la couleur?”
Again he turned to his Aunt. “You want black, darling. Noir. Classic black.
“Noir,” Andy muttered to the assistant
And so it began. The shoe fitting. The tentative first steps in 5” heels. The confidence boosting words of praise from the assistant. The change into the dress. The walk back to the hotel: dress, stockings and heels all on display. His nervousness about being seen. Holding Auntie’s hand for reassurance. The surprised but admiring looks from passers-by. People looking at at him. They normally just looked at his Aunt, but now they were looking at him too. He was glad he could pretend to be her maid, or better still, her girlfriend. That made it easier to accept. A lot easier. It was nice thinking of himself as her girlfriend. It gave him a warm glow. The appointment at the salon. The amused but kindly beauticians. ane’s charm and compliments, cajoling and enticing him out of their room to go to dinner. Another threat of a call to his mother. Did he really want her to know about his first day in Paris walking through the streets dressed as a girl? And not just any girl: a maid, a lady’s maid. A lady’s maid wearing latex. Shiny latex. No wonder people had looked at him.
Walking through the hotel lobby that evening, heads turning. Doors being opened for him like he was a girl. Another taxi, this time taking them to dinner at a gourmet restaurant. Jane hadn't changed but she still looked marvellous: casual and nonchalant in her Balmains while he squirmed with embarrassment in his make-up and dress. Did he feel less embarrassed or more embarrassed when she sensed his nervousness during the meal and leant across the table and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you, darling, for being such a good boy today,” she said. He couldn't believe what was happening. There was hubbub in the restaurant as tongues wagged. Who was the beautiful young girl with the pretty older lady? And why was the girl dressed as a maid?
As they got up to leave at the end of meal, Jane kissed him again, this time a long kiss on the lips. The din in the restaurant increased. As their lips parted she said, “You’re my girl now, Andrew. My maid and my girl. My girl. Just remember that.”
It took a moment to sink in. His legs felt wobbly and his head span. He wondered whether he was going to need to sit down. Had he really heard her say ‘my girl’? Not ‘my boy’, ‘my girl’. She’d said definitely said girl. Her girl. Not just her maid. Her girl. Another kiss as they stood outside waiting to get into the taxi. Kisses from his Auntie, the woman he loved and admired most in the world. This was everything he ever wanted. Being a girl was nice if it meant he was Auntie’s girl. He would be a girl forever if he could be with her. “My girl,” she repeated as she put her arm round him on the back seat.
“Yes, Auntie,” he said. “I love you Auntie,” he added shyly. He dissolved into her arms.
“I know you do, darling. Now let’s get back to the hotel. It’s been a long day and there’s a special kiss that I need to teach you.”
3. Nirvana
Andy didn't feel his feet touch the ground for the next couple of days. So much for sight-seeing! Two days of shopping and more shopping. His Aunt was insatiable going round the luxury stores, boutiques and ateliers. She was greeted everywhere like a familiar and favourite customer, and she seemed to take pride in showing him off: her very own maid. Her dutiful maid became ever more laden with shopping bags and packages as they went from store to store.
It wasn’t just in shopping that she was insatiable. Every morning before breakfast he needed to go to the hotel’s salon to have his hair washed and blow waved to restore its bounce after getting flattened and squeezed during the night. He’d learned to kiss in a very special and intimate way. The beauticians now took delight in doing his make-up. Such a pretty boy.
On the third morning he wondered whether it was going to be a day of yet more shopping or whether they were finally going to manage some sight-seeing. All he’d done so far was catch glimpses of famous attractions from the street or through the windows of a cab. At breakfast Jane suggested that he could decide where they went. She gave him options. They could see the sights. They could go round galleries. They could even go shopping but this time for him. She would pay. It his decision. Her only condition was that he wear his maid’s dress. Wherever they went, he would still be going as her maid.
And so began a hectic whirl. So much to fit in in so little time. He knew the Louvre would be impossible so focused on The Arc de Triomphe, Montmartre and, as an aspiring artist, he had to see Pigalle. It was late afternoon before they got back to the hotel. He’d made sure that they returned via Chanel, Saint Laurent, Balmain and Louboutin. After two days with his Aunt, he knew exactly what he wanted. Imitation was going to be the sincerest form of flattery.
He was used to heads turning as he walked through the hotel lobby but this evening was different. He was no longer walking through as his Aunt’s maid, he was walking through as her girlfriend. He might not be wearing a ruffled blouse nor knee length boots, but he was wearing a silk Chanel blouse and Louboutin So Kate Bootys. And while Jane was wearing a pair of Vuitton black leather biker pants, he wanted something complementary but even shinier so had gone for a pair of faux leather Saint Laurent pants, with each wearing matching Chanel belts. In Saint Laurent, Jane had been happy for him to change out of the maid’s dress and put it in his Balmain bag alongside his copycat pairs of Balmain leggings. She felt very proud of her nephew and the progress he’d made. She’d even taken him to a sex shop in Pigalle and bought them both shiny black latex gloves. He loved the pervy vibe when they now held hands.
She’d been quiet and maintained a fixed expression as they walked through the foyer and past reception. She ignored the attention and admiring glances that they were receiving. She only broke the silence and her composure as they got in the lift: “That was wonderful honey. You showed such poise. I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you, Auntie.”
She waited for the lift doors to close. “Andrew?”
“Yes, Auntie.”
“You know I taught you about our special kisses the night we arrived.”
“Yes, Auntie.” How could he ever forget? It had been a revelation. He now spent each evening wedged between her thighs exploring her innermost secrets. He loved savouring her moistness and delighted in her floods of pleasure. And then the cuddles afterwards, wrapped in her arms although, as she fell asleep curled round him, he did yearn for something more. But that could never be….
“You are so good. I feel that I’ve been quite selfish.”
“No, Auntie, I …..”
She held her hand up to silence him. “Enough, darling. The time has come. If you’re going to be my girlfriend, and I think you do want to be my girlfriend…..”
“Oh, I do Auntie, I do,” he implored. Years back he might have hoped to be her boyfriend despite their age difference, but that was always an impossibility. But girlfriend……
“Yes, I know, honey.” She squeezed his hand. The lift door opened and they walked to their suite. Jane swiped her card key. Once the door had swung shut behind them, she stood back to admire him. “No wonder everyone was looking at you.”
“They were looking at you too, Auntie.”
“No, Andrew. They were looking at you. They were marvelling at such a pretty girl, or wondering at such pretty boy. You’ve been such a good boy, you really are my girl now. So much more than a maid. You’ve come so far in the last few days. Just look at you. Put your bag down and look at yourself.” Andy positioned himself in front of the full length mirror. She stood beside him. He gazed in awe at the pair of them. Was this really how he looked? Was this really how they looked? In their blouses, tight leather pants and boots they looked like two peas from the same pod. Like sisters? Or lovers? It felt like his dreams had come true. “And you’ve shown you have impeccable taste.”
“It’s your taste, Auntie. You’ve shown me the way.”
“Yes, honey, and you’ve also shown yourself to be an attentive, considerate lover.”
“Only with your instruction,” he added.
“Now I need to repay you.”
“But, Auntie…..” His heart was in his mouth about what was coming..
“I think I need to treat you like my other girlfriends.”
“What?” Despite his exclamation, he thought he knew. He’d been in his Aunt’s bedrooms after one of Chantelle’s visits.
“I’m going to make a girl of you, Andrew. I sense that you’ve never been readier for this, and I don’t think you’ll ever look back. Now let’s get out of these things and get into bed.”
When Room Service knocked at the door two hours later, Jane was out on the balcony in a light dressing gown admiring the Parisian sunset. Andy was lying in their bed with a serene smile on his face still in a state of bliss. The initial pain and shock had passed. He’d never thought it possible. He had never felt happier nor more complete. So this was what it was like to be girl.
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