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Hi Everyone

  So lets settle in for a fun Wednesday and we have another treaty from our dear friend Skinnie Stallion ,Yes two in one week! .

We also have lots of other fun to enjoy so sit back, Lee put that coffee on, and enjoy.

XX

Andy

Ok Lets start  catch up with what's happening on Mars, with these amazing images from our friend Kitka.

So you have all seen Andy and Aunt Jane checking out of the hotel in this image

https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2026/03/new-art-checking-out.html

But we have all wondered where would they go next, well our friend Amber has tracked them down with these amazing images from Switzerland 

I've done quite a bit of skiing  and I'd take on any black run if I were following them in those outfits

Luck find. 

I like a bit of charity shopping and came across these two copies of classic Cadet Holden books. One is a little battered but that only means its been read over and over.

It think this one is from the 80s

I also found this in an old magazine rack, I don't know if many of you recall the launch of our magazine, pity it never really took off, It was not so well funded, despite us landing blog Legend Keira Knightley as our cover star.

Fortunately I still have a pristine cover in my records 

And now, Over to Skinnie Stallion

For Charity

By

Skinnie Stallion

1. Temptation

He had to remind himself that it was his own fault.   It was him who’d gone out in the back garden to have a kick around when his Aunt had been out.   Him who’d been spotted by the neighbours retrieving his ball after climbing over the fence.   Him who’d cracked one of the greenhouse windows with another stray kick.   It had been nice to put on his kit again but he really was out of practice and disappointing to find how badly his skills had deteriorated since living with Auntie.

His big mistake had been not telling Jane as soon she’d got home.   She’d seen the cracked glass but at first discounted it as wear and tear.   Then she’d chatted to the neighbours about the young man they’d seen playing in her garden.   She’d put two and two together and this was the price.

Truth be told, Jane had always intended to get rid of his old clothes at some point but his misdemeanour provided the perfect opportunity.  The time had come.   He needed to put away boyish things.   “You should have told me,” she barked.   She enjoyed watching him snivel and go all supplicant.   She could still twist him round her little finger like she always had.

“Please Auntie,” he pleaded, “I am sorry, really I am.  I promise never to do it again. If you give away all my clothes, what will I wear during the week?”  

“The same as you wear for me at the weekends. Heels and frills like a good sissy boy should wear, then maybe you will act like one, instead of a naughty young man who can't resist his old clothes. It's your own fault.  You were warned,” Jane said sternly.

“Please I promise. I won't.....oh no! No!”   He spotted his Aunt grabbing another item from the shelves.   “Please not my football boots,” he implored.   “Please can't I just keep those?”

“Don't worry, Child,” said Jane, trying to placate him, “I shall buy you new boots: ones with locking zippers that run all the way up to the top of your thighs.”

Andy didn’t know whether to protest more or squirm with delight.   He’d always fancied a pair of thigh boots.   He wondered what heel height his Aunt would choose for them.   He hoped that they’d be high and with a platform sole.   Not only did he want to be a bit taller to put him on more of a level with his Aunt, but sometimes he fantasised about playing the dominatrix even though he knew that some things could never be.  Still football boots for thigh boots seemed a good trade.   Silently he cursed that he never seemed able to say ‘no’ to his Aunt.  Why did she have look so damn ….. so damn…. so damn ….. sexy?  Y es, sexy.  It was the only word he could think of.  So damn sexy.   And her black pencil latex skirt coupled with Louboutin 120s definitely wasn’t helping. 

“Will they be nice boots, Auntie?”

“Of course, darling,” Jane confirmed.   ‘Oh he is just so very sweet,’ she thought to herself, ‘I could just cuddle him up’.    Maybe she didn’t need to bother with the padlocks on those boots after all,  but it would add to the  fun having him all helpless and dependent on her to get out of them.   If he was good, he’d get more than a cuddle tonight.  He did look so nice in his sissymaid’s uniform.

2. The Charity Shop

Andy scowled as they entered the shop.  No matter what  he’d tried and offered her last night, Jane had remained resolute and firm.   Very firm.  She really was going to do what she had threatened, and now she had a tight grip on the box.   The box of his things.  His clothes.  His jumpers.  His trousers.  It wasn’t as if he could grab the box and run away with it.   Where would he go?  He could hardly run to the police.  Not wearing a latex bolero jacket and mini-skirt.  A pink latex bolero jacket and pink latex mini-skirt.  

Not that he could run, not in pink platform heels.  He knew his Aunt was having fun.   Finally he’d got the platform heels that he’d craved and she’d insisted that he wore them today.  Today of all days.   She said that she wanted him to look good at interview so platform heels it was.  And pink latex.  And though he’d combed and tidied his chestnut red hair that morning, she’d had him fitted at her salon with a formal blonde wig with a pink bow.   Now he just looked silly.   People would laugh at him at the interview.  It didn’t help when Jane reassured him it was only an interview for a Saturday Girl.   If he was going to be working on Saturdays, he’d never get to football practice or Saturday games, not even to spectate.  He’d never be able to watch his friend William play.

 The assistant took the box gratefully from Jane.   “This is marvellous, thank you.  We get so few boys clothes donated these days.”

“Not at all,” replied Jane, “it's our pleasure. My nephew won't be needing them anymore, will you Andy?”

“No Auntie,” said the pretty girl in pink.   The assistant was puzzled.   She must have misheard.   The clothes must belong to the girl’s brother.  The girl looked a bit on edge and rather sad.   Such a shame.   She was such a pretty thing and Andie was a nice name for a girl.   The assistant mulled it over.  There  had been Andie MacDowell on ‘Four Weddings and a Funeral’ and didn’t Molly Ringwald play a girl named Andie in ‘Pretty in Pink’?   That might explain while this Andie was wearing pink: she certainly looked very pretty and elegant, and such gorgeous blonde hair.  Andie really was nice looking young girl.

"Thank you Lady Jane. It's always lovely to receive new items and have the support of local residents.  And thank you for ensuring everything is clean and laundered: it makes our life much easier.  I'll get these out on the Men's racks right away.  I guess it must be sad if your nephew's moved away, but it must be lovely having your niece to stay instead. Now, a couple of questions for you: Would you like to sign-up for Gift Aid? It makes such a difference. The Charity makes an extra 25p on every pound we sell, and you can claim it on your Tax Return too so we both benefit.” 

"Why certainly?" Jane gave Andy's hand a little squeeze. The poor lamb looked so downcast at his items being donated to Charity. 

"And would your niece be interested in a Saturday job in the shop? We're always looking for new volunteer helpers." 

"I'm sorry he can't, though that is a good idea. Any other time I'd have said 'Yes', but I've already arranged to take him along to Bergman and Knightley on Ship Street.   I've applied for him to be one of their Saturday Girls and they're giving him a mini-interview later this morning. Isn't that right, Andy?" 

"Yes, Auntie," agreed a crestfallen Andy, sad to see his first batch of clothes disappearing. He knew his football kit would be next. That's if Jane didn't burn it like she'd threatened. Now he wouldn't even get the chance of buying his clothes back when Jane wasn't around to stop him. 

"I think he's pretty enough for B&K. Don't you?" 

"Er, yes," said the volunteer, still puzzling over Lady Jane's use of 'he'. He? HE????!   Was that really a boy? 

"See Andy. I told you. Now come along, we need to be at Bergmans for ten-thirty. Goodbye. We may be back with some more items in a few days," said Jane starting to sweep out of the shop with her niece in tow. 

"Thank you Lady Jane. Thank you er... Andy," said the volunteer as the door clanged. She looked at the box: 'Andy's jumpers trousers' was written on the side. She looked again at the pretty girl in pink latex and heels. Andy? He? Surely not that pretty girl?

3. Guests

Reality was slowly sinking in.   His Aunt really had done what she’d threatened.   He had no clothes.   Well, no clothes that he could wear.   His boy clothes had gone.   All that was left on the racks in his bedroom were dresses.  His drawers now contained lingerie and stockings. His shoe racks were adorned with pairs of heels, many of them new.   Lingerie and shoes he’d never seen before.    They’d appeared while he was in the shower.   Jane must have been planning this for some time.   His wardrobe now consisted of just a couple of maid’s dresses in black and pink, and the pink outfit that he’d worn yesterday.    

So this was to be his life: the first day of the rest of his life.   And Jane had guests coming round.  He couldn’t escape.   He really did have nothing to wear except his dresses.   That was how he was going to have to present himself to Jane’s friends this afternoon.   He didn’t know which would be better:  being presented as her girlfriend or as her maid.   He hoped for the former but expected the latter.   He was only her girlfriend in private or in the bedroom.  The last two nights had more than confirmed that.  They’d been magical.

Jane hands him a satin camisole saying, “I don’t expect you to wear bras just yet.”  

“Please Aunt Jane, do I have to today?” he implores.   “It feels funny.”

“Oh sweetheart, of course you do,” she reminds him, as if reminding were necessary, “remember we sent all your clothes to Charity, didn’t we?”   She strokes his face and she can see him stiffening as he holds the silky softness of the camisole against his chest.    “Now don’t worry darling, you are just a little nervous about this afternoon, that’s all.”

“Yes, a bit nervous.”

“There’s nothing to worry about.   I’ve just invited a few of my friends round.   And that Vicar.”

“The Vicar!”

 “Yes, our new Vicar.   He’s bringing that boy William you said was a friend of yours. Apparently he  wants to get into the Village Cricket Team next season.   You’ll have so much to talk about.”

“Oh, no!”  From dreading this afternoon, Jane could see Andy was now terrified.   Any stiffness had subsided and he was quivering.   That William clearly meant more to him than he'd been letting on.