Christeen: I let her do this

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I let her do this

 

Chris felt awful.   Another sleepless night.   Another night spent tossing and turning.  He’d probably slept more than he thought but he’d woken several times in discomfort.  He would have to tell her.  This couldn’t go on.  Why did he agree to it?  Today had to be different.  Today, he was going to put his foot down.  

 

As soon as he heard the heating come on, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom.  He needed to feel comfortable if he was going to say what had to be said.  He took short, dainty steps, like he’d been trained, to avoid tugging at his ankles.   Chris flipped on the light and stepped inside. He shivered as his feet met the cold tiled floor of the bathroom.   He went  back to his bed and put on his mules.   His heels clicked on the floor as he sat down to pee.   He made his mind up about what he was going to say.  Today was the day it ended.  He composed the words in his head.  He mouthed through them in silence until he’d got them just right.  He looked down as he wiped and dried his device with toilet tissue.   His toes peeped beyond the Perspex strap of his mules: he really did like the new shade of pink that Auntie had tried on his toenails yesterday.  

 

Back in his bedroom, Chris slipped on his shortie white negligée.  Gingerly he stepped out on to the landing.  It was still cool but he could hear the house and pipework start to creak as they warmed.  He knocked on his Auntie’s door.   This was it.

 

“Yes.”

 

“It’s me, Chris.”

“Yes, obviously.  Come in.”

 

The curtains were still drawn and his Aunt had not turned a light on.  “Good morning, Auntie.”  Despite the darkness, he knew exactly where to tread towards her bed.  He was going to say his piece and then go, although not before he’d retrieved the keys to his device and his hobble.   They had to come off.

 

“Good morning, darling.   Have you brought a cup of tea?  That’s so sweet of you.”

“No, Auntie.”

 

“Coffee?”

 

“No, Auntie.”

 

“Oh, just you.  That’s still very nice.”

 

“Auntie, I want to say something.”

 

“Yes, darling?”

 

“I’ve been meaning to say this for some time …”

 

“Yes?   What time is it?”

 

“Six-thirty.”

 

“Gosh!  So early.”

 

“Auntie, I feel ..”

 

“Oh honey, how thoughtless of me.   The heating will only just have come on.  You must feel cold.   Come into bed and talk to me.”

 

“But Auntie, I was trying to say…”

 

“Well say it to me when you’re in bed.”  

 

“I think I’ll find it easy to say here.”

 

“Don’t be silly, darling.  You must be cold.”  A hand reached out and touched his.  “You’re shivering.”   Chris had to admit he was shivering but probably more quivering in trepidation about what he had to say.  “Come on dear, get in.”  His Aunt’s hand pulled him forward.  Chris stepped out of his mules and slid under the light duvet.    “At least you’re in your negligée.  Let’s get you warm.  Lie on your side dear.”  Chris felt his Auntie wrap himself around him. He felt the warmth of his Auntie against him and her hot breath on his neck.   “Isn’t that better darling?”

 

“Yes, Auntie!  But I was trying to say something.”

 

“Yes, darling.  You can say it as we snuggle.    Now let me remove your ankle hobble, it’ll allow me to get closer. I don’t think we need the leg spreader this morning if we’re going spoons.”

 

“But Auntie …”

 

“Yes?   What size would you like this morning?” 

 

He was lost.  Again.  Helpless.  How could he resist his wonderful Auntie?  How could he ever say no?  Not when his Auntie was so lovely and so loving. 

 

“And over breakfast we can think about what you are going to wear today.   Remember Amelia’s coming today.”

 

“Amelia?”

 

“Yes, Amelia.  The buyer.   She wants to look at our bridal collection.”  

 

“Oh, yes Amelia.   Oh!  Oh!”

 

“Just relax, honey.”

 

“Oh, Auntie!   Ooooh!   Aaaaah!”

 

“There.  Isn’t that nice honey?   Now what did you want to say to me?”

 

“Aaaaaah!   Aaaaah!   Aaaaah!   N..n…n…nothing, Auntie.  Aaaaah!”

 

“Oh, Chris. You’re so sweet. I’m sure that got you nice and warm.   You know you don’t need to ask.  I’m always here for you.  Are you sure you didn’t want something?”

 

“Well, Auntie.  I was wondering about my device.”

 

“No, Chris.   Sorry.   Not that.  You know it’s Locktober.  Just relax like a good girl and enjoy it the way you’re meant to.   I wonder whether we ought to have Lockovember for you too, if there is such a thing?  Again.”

 

“Oh, Auntie, no!  No, Auntie!  Oh, Auntie!   Oh!  Oh! Oh! Aaah!  Aaaah!  Aaaaaaaaah!   ”

 

“There you go.  Twice.  See you couldn’t do that if you weren’t wearing your device.   You’d be done in seconds.  Now let’s see if you can manage a third before breakfast.”

 

Chris tried to spread the meringue of his dress and petticoats to sit comfortably.  After breakfast, Auntie had painted his nails the same colour as his toes and chosen a matching lipstick too.   His hair was up in a bun with a little tiara.   Auntie had said she wanted him to try the new bridal wear designs.   She wanted him to show off this dress in particular to Amelia.  She’d teasingly promising a bridle if he refused.   What would Amelia think if she found a ponyboy rather than a bride?  

 

“You’re so pretty this morning, sissy boy.  Try telling me you don’t feel more feminine wearing a gown like that.”

 

“Yes, Auntie.”

 

You’re lovely when you’re naked, Chris.   But you look fabulous in a nice dress.   And you’re positively glowing.   And we both know why.”

 

“Yes, Auntie.”

 

“No need for a hobble now you’re in the bridal satin shoes with six inch heels.  Aren’t you a lucky boy?  What do you say, Chris?”

 

“Thank you, Auntie.  I want to be a pretty girl for you.”

 

“That’s right, Chris.   A sweet sissy boy and a lovely pretty girl.”

 

“Thank you, Auntie.  I want to be a pretty girl for you.”    Chris knew it was hopeless.  He still harboured his thoughts but kept them locked away inside: ‘I go to bed thinking - never again, but then every morning I let her do this to me anyway.   But she’s so lovely.   How can I say no?   Why would I want to?  I'd do anything for her.   If only she would undo my device.   I’m sure I’d behave.  But she is so beautiful.  And three times.  Oh my!   It was so wonderful.'   Chris was glad he was sitting down since he could feel his knees go weak at the memory.   He never knew that he could experience such joy.  She had been so wonderful this morning.   He was her girl.

  

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Will's Helping Hand and Alisia

In AndyLatex's latest marvellous artwork Will's Helping Hand, a struggling Andy is being helped into a tight pair of latex pants by his friend, and soon to be boyfriend, William  (see Andy's blog: SmoothSlickNShiny - Will's Helping Hand ).  

His Aunt watches her feminised protégée get ever more embarrassed and excited as Will firm hands grip him tightly in order to close the through crotch zip on his shiny, burnished leggings.  Jane preferred him in one's zipped through to the rear, it made access to her young lover so much easier as she was sure Will would find out too in due course.

Meanwhile femboi Alisia Rae seems to be having the opposite problem in a fitting room. 

After trying on a new pair of jeans and admiring herself, the pretty sissy needs to ask the assistant for a little help extricating herself.

Just a shame she's not in a latex pair like Andy.

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 9 - Aunt Jane 19:12 Saturday evening

Part 9 of "Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives".   Part 1 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2019/06/pride-before-fall-entanglement_25.html .   Andy's inspirational original artwork can be found at http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2018/04/new-art-pride-before-fall.html .   Please leave comments.

Jane handed the keys to the black Mercedes to a waiting attendant.   “Can you park up for me, please?   I’ll be back to collect around midnight.”

“Yes, Madam,” replied the uniformed attendant.   “We’ll have it ready for you.  Just call 55 on the internal phone when you’re ready to  leave and we’ll bring it round.”

“Thank you.”   Jane pirouetted and turned on her dagger heel.   “Come along honey.  We don’t want to be late.”   The traffic had been bad and their journey had taken longer than Jane had expected.  In the hotel forecourt there had been a queue of cars waiting to be parked as well as many limousines doing drop-offs.   It had not been helped by Andy sulking most of the way.   Even with the air conditioning turned up full blast, he claimed to be getting damp and sticky inside the tight red latex dress that she and Madison had slid him into at Maison Celeste.    Jane suspected that he was largely feeling the silicon lube with which Madison had coated Andy’s body and then polished the dress to a rich reflective shine.  

“How’s ‘William’?”

“It’s big though it is comfortable to wear.  If you mean the plug.”

“Yes, dear.  It’s my gift and I wouldn’t want you to forget whose plug you’re wearing.”  Aunt Jane stopped and gave him a very hard stare.   “Remember, my approval is needed for those entering your little temple.”   Andy was rather taken aback.  “Understood?”

“Yes, Auntie.”  Although he’d  dreamed about William and Mr.V, he’d never thought seriously about being with anyone other than his Auntie.  He was her girl, after all.   But if she approved, it sounded like she was happy to share.  “But it’s rather heavy.  Maybe I should have worn my harness.”

“No darling.  That would be totally wrong with your dress.  Not with latex.  Only when naked or with something more flouncy.   You only need your harness when you want to be ready for something larger or when we play My Little Pony.   Anyway, I’m sure it won’t come it.  You wouldn’t want to lose William, would you?” 

“No, Auntie.”  

“Let William remind you how you should walk.  Those are real Louboutins after all.  You need to walk properly.”

“Yes, Auntie.”

Jane and Andy crossed the hotel lobby side by side.  Andy felt Andy’s hand slide into hers.   She held   They followed signs to the ‘Gala Fundraiser’ and entered the lift to the second floor with several other couples. People avoided eye contact in the crowded compartment although there were several giggled comments about the difficulties of heels and stairs.  Jane noticed that even with five inch heels Andy was one of the shortest in the lift.   All the ladies were powerful looking and wearing vertiginous heels.  Some gave her haughty looks.   All were accompanied by men.   Jane could see that Andy was uncomfortable in such a tight space and he felt for and held her hand.   He looked up at her doe eyed.  Jane smiled at her poor, innocent boy.   Andy gave a thin little, nervous smile back: she knew he needed to feel the love and reassurance of his Auntie.

it and gave it a little squeeze and smiled at her charge.

The lift was stuffy and cramped.    Andy gave a little yelp but didn’t say anything.   A blonde lady in an off-the-shoulder mauve dress standing behind Andy gave Jane a wink and made a downward glance.   Jane felt annoyed.   She was sure what had happened and was glad to get out of the lift when it finally stopped at the second floor.   They emerged on to a landing with many couples standing around and a few moving towards the entrance of a banqueting hall on the far side.  Jane drew Andy by the hand.  As they walked, she asked Andy what had happened in the lift.

“I don’t like to say,” he replied.  “Not with all these people around.”  He looked over his shoulder.

“Don’t worry.  No-one will hear.”  There was enough hubbub on the landing to drown out anything they said.  “Was it that lady in mauve?”

“I think so, Auntie.”

“What did she do?  Was she touching you?”

“Well she put her hand on my bum almost as soon as the lift door closed.”

“The cheek,” Jane chuckled at her pun although secretly she was annoyed that someone had taken advantage of her boy.   At least he would understand why #MeToo was important when he was on the receiving end.  “But that wasn’t when you yelped?”  

“No.”

“So why the little cry?”

“I felt her bring another hand on to my other cheek as the lift went up.   She’d got her hand on my left cheek and she put the hand of the bloke she was with on my right. ”

“But you’ve had your bum felt before.   Not least by me.   Yours is exquisite.”  She smiled at her charge trailing slightly behind her.   She seriously thought that Andy had never looked better.   With blowing red locks, he looked like a pre-Raphaelite beauty but with the modern twist of being in skin tight shiny red latex. 

“Oh it wasn’t just that.”   The lady drew one of my hands back and pressed it against the man’s crotch and squeezed.  “As I squeezed, he squeezed.   I yelped because it was hard.”

“You mean he had a hard on for you?”

“No.  It was a solid object.  He was wearing a cock cage.”

“Mmmm.   The Mistress was teasing him just as much as you.   Forbidden fruit.”

The crowd thinned as they approached the entrance.  A number of ladies and couples seemed to be   She noticed some disapproving looks from a few faces that she recognised from the Sisterhood.   A girl in a black knee length leather dress and knee high boots stood at the entrance beside a small table.   A sleeve tattoo encased her right arm.  She had a tiny headset and was checking tickets. Jane attempted to walk past the girl who stepped forward to the block the way.

observing them.

“Tickets, please?” the leathergirl requested.

Jane checked her stride making Andy bump into her.   “Silly girl,” she said to Andy sharply.    “Really,” she said to the leathergirl, “don’t you recognise me?  I’m Lady Fullerton-Jones.”

“That’s as maybe, Madam, but I need to see your ticket.”

“I’m not sure I have it with me.”   This wasn’t quite a lie on Jane’s part.   She just didn’t have a ticket at all.   She’d heard members of the Sisterhood talking about the Gala for weeks but had never received an invitation.  She was determined to go especially if it gave the opportunity to show off her progress with Andy.

“I do need to see it.”

“Look, I don't think I have it.”

“Only members are allowed.”

“Oh, I can prove that.”   Jane pulled the wide strap of the silver bangle on her wrist to one side and showed the flesh beneath to the attendant.

The attendant looked down at Jane’s ankles.   “I’m afraid that’s only one, Madam.   This is for Level Threes and above.”

“But, I’m training a second.  Can’t you see?”

“No, Madam.   Level Threes and above only,” replied the girl sharply.

“Let’s see what we can do.”  Jane pushed back her bangle and rummaged in her clutch bag. “Would this help?”   Jane held out a folded £50 note.

“Well, I’m really not sure …” replied the attendant with a little frown but come on look.

“Oh, excuse me,” said Jane and a second £50 note appeared to accompany the first.  

“Well that all seems to be in order,” said the leathergirl with a smile.  “Now let me see if I have any tickets available.”

“What?  I’ve just given you a hundred pounds,” responded a shocked Jane.

“Oh, I assumed that was just a charitable donation,” the leathergirl said with a sly grin.  “Tickets are one hundred and twenty-five pounds each, but I’m prepared to make a reduction for your pretty girlfriend if she gives me a dance later on in the evening.   Would you like that honey?”

Andy hesitated: “Well, I’m not sure ….”

“For goodness sake, Andie!  Just say ‘Yes’,” Jane instructed Andy firmly.

“Yes, Miss,” replied Andy sheepishly.

“OK, then.  Let’s say two hundred pounds for you both.”  Jane reluctantly went into her bag again and pulled another clutch of fifty pound notes from a bill clip.  “Thank you.  I hope you enjoy the evening.   Our tables have set places, but I’ll squeeze you in near the back.  What names should I put on the place settings.”

“Jane Fullerton-Jones and Andie Watson,” said Jane.  “That’s Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones.”

“Great.   I suggest you get a drink at the bar while I get them to set-up for you.”  As Jane and Andy walked to bar area at the back of the room,  the leathergirl spoke into a little microphone: “I’ve got a Level One trying to gate-crash. Very uppity.   I’ve put her on Table 20 with her girlfriend.   The girlfriend’s very pretty.”

end of Part 9

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 6 – Andy 13:30 Saturday afternoon

Part 6 of "Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives".   Part 1 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2019/06/pride-before-fall-entanglement_25.html .   Andy's inspirational original artwork can be found at http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2018/04/new-art-pride-before-fall.html .   Please leave comments.

Part 6       – Andy     13:30 Saturday afternoon

Even before Andy had put the phone down he’d begun to sulk.   He wished Aunt Jane wouldn’t use the landline.  It made it so obvious.   And now he suspected that his plans for the evening would be messed up.  He’d only wanted to go to the cinema with a couple of girls from work to see the latest Keira Knightley film.  They always moaned that their boyfriends never wanted to take them and he was more than happy to step in.  But his ‘Aunt’ had just asked to come round that afternoon.  Well, it was less of a request, more an instruction.  She said she had a little surprise.   Andy loved his Auntie but knew what ‘a surprise’ was likely to mean.  Jane would want to play dressing up, again.  Heaven knows when he’d get free.

“Who was it Andy?” his mother called. 

“Aunt Jane, Mum.   She wants me to go round.” 

“Really? She must have some jobs she needs doing.”  Andy’s mother had a reasonable idea what kind of jobs her friend might want.   As soon as he’d started college, her old friend had taken a special shine to Andy.  It was very clear that Andy liked her too and loved spending time with her.  Ever since he was young he’d always seemed to like older ladies, especially attractive ones. It was a shame that he never seemed to find a girlfriend closer to his own age but he said he preferred talking to a knowledgeable, sensible person who could hold a conversation rather than a pretty airhead.   Jane was certainly an extremely sensible, professional lady with a successful career.   Andy could learn a lot from her.  She was also beautiful, elegant and with a figure that belied her years.

“I’m just nipping upstairs.”

“OK, dear.   What did she want?”  she called up the stairs.   At times she did wonder about Jane’s influence since he sometimes came home wearing eyeliner after their evenings together; and she’d found thin black lacy panties rather than boxer shorts in his pants drawer.  He said that they were more comfortable under skinny jeans.  His dad had wondered about Andy having an occasional sleepover at Jane’s but they both seemed happy, so why not let them get along together.   Andy was old enough to know what he was doing and he deserved some fun given his busy job.

“She didn’t say, Mum,” Andy called down.    “She just wanted me to come round.”

After a few minutes.   Andy came scuttling down the stairs.   He’d changed out a pair of distressed light blue jeans with tears at the knee  into a very tight pair of dark blue jeans that were more like stretchy leggings than trousers.  He was also wearing a smart white formal evening shirt which, with a fly front and some frills looked more like a blouse than a shirt.  The thin double rings of a gold choker encircled his delicate neck. Jane was so naughty buying him jewellery.  He was wearing the brand new cream and gold trainers that Jane had bought him too.   They glistened and went well with his choker.  She might be his mother but she still thought he looked lovely.  Helped by Jane, he had developed taste and style, and he was so brave wearing those trainers in public.  She could understand why Jane liked her sweet boy.    “That was quick.   Let me know if you’ll be back for tea.”

“Yes, Mum.”  As Andy walked past her to the front door she was sure she heard a familiar muffled clicking.   Something else she’d also found lurking in his pants drawer.    Ah, well.   She always knew her younger son was a bit special.

After the door closed,  Andy's mother reflected for a few moments then went upstairs.  Why should Andy have all the fun?    Andy wasn't the only one who had Ben-Wa balls.  And unlike Andy, she could wear both her sets.  It would make the housework so much more pleasurable till her husband got back from the match.

end of Part 6

Pride Before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 2 Mr V 19:35 Saturday evening

Part 2 of "Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives".   Part 1 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2019/06/pride-before-fall-entanglement_25.html .   Andy's inspirational original artwork can be found at http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2018/04/new-art-pride-before-fall.html .

Part 2       - Mr V       19:35 Saturday evening

It already felt like it was going to be another long evening.   He settled in the recliner armchair and touched the light control on his iPhone.  The room dimmed and the soft amber reading light illuminated his book.  It had been another week with no phone call.   He’d had so many phone calls but not that phone call.  Not that one call.  The one he really wanted.    He wondered how long he could wait.   Rebecca kept on trying to persuade him to come out but he didn’t want to mix business with pleasure.   He knew where that had led the last time.   And Bex did keep trying to foist that daughter of hers on to him.  Freddie might be pretty but she was a total airhead.   She was bubbly and enthusiastic, in some areas especially so, but she had no conversation of interest.  She was so unlike what he was looking for.

He sniffed his Isle of Jura.  The peaty aroma filled his nostrils.  Perfect.  He sipped it, settled back and opened his book.   He was struggling with some of the concepts but he was fascinated by the sheer weirdness of what he was reading.   How was quantum entanglement possible?  It was Beyond Weird. He wished he could discuss the ideas with someone.   He went back to musing about that special person.  Why hadn’t they called?

He sipped the Jura and tried to immerse himself in the properties of spin.   The heaviness of the subject made him drowsy and he drifted off, dreaming of a love lost.   He awoke with a start at the vibration of his iPhone, its screen shining in the gathering darkness.  Instinctively he put it to his ear without bothering to read the number.  “Verity,” he almost barked.

“So formal, Harry?”   It was a familiar slightly husky, female voice.

“Hi Bex, I thought you were out at a function tonight?”

“I am, and it’s just starting.   But I thought you might like to know that there’s someone here that you might like to meet.”

“For heaven’s sake Bex, can’t I have one night off?  It’s the weekend.  I know you and your agency are trying hard but there are times to give it a rest.”

“This isn’t business, Harry.   Now, say sorry,” the voice chided.

He was unused to being talked to like that but Rebecca was one of the few who could stand up to him.  The fact that she did it tongue in cheek also made it more acceptable.  “OK.  Sorry.”

“This is someone you really must see.”

“Now look, I know Freddie is a nice girl but I’m really not interested.  She’s pretty …”

“I know, she’s not your type.  You’ve made that clear.  No, this is different.”

“Who then?”

“Someone you’ve met before.  Only once I think?  A redhead.” the voice teased.

“I don’t know any redheads.”

“You do now.”

“Come on Bex, who?”

“Someone who shouldn’t be here tonight.”

“Well that doesn’t help much.

“Someone you seem to be moping over like a lovelorn schoolboy.”

“No!”  He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Yes!  They’re here.”

“Really.   Who’s he with?  Sorry who’s she with?  What’s she wearing?”

“A long red latex dress with a split to thigh.  I can’t tell if she’s wearing panties but there’s no bulge, but no visible panty line either.   I expect Jane must have her tucked and tethered.   And it looks like she’s wearing red Louboutins.   She looks wonderful.”

“Gosh!”

“And she’s got a sweet little red clutch bag.   It’s so tiny it can only hold a lipstick and a compact and her phone, I expect.  Oh, and maybe her condoms.”

“Really Bex, it’s not all about sex.”

“Oh, Harry.  Sometimes you’re so innocent.   This girl just exudes sexiness.  She would tempt any red-blooded male.   And she’s a redhead now.  Wonderful flaming locks.  If it were between Demelza and Andy, Andy would win hands down.”

“I know she’s pretty but that’s not why I’m interested.”

“I know, I know, Harry,” the voice riposted.  “Blah-de-blah.   She’s got a brain.   I know she has Harry. “

“She’s clever and intelligent.”

“Yes, I know Harry.  But you can’t fuck a brain.”

“Who said I wanted to fuck her?”

“Let’s just say, a girl can tell.”

“Has she got an escort for the evening?”

“Yes.”

“Then why are you telling me all this? 

“Faint heart ne’er won fair lady, Harry.  Yes, she has an escort.  Her Mistress.”

“Oh!  I didn’t realise she was a lesbian.”

“Don’t be silly.  Of course she is. She’s rather confused. You know how eagerly she gave me a licking?   But she’s so much more. You know how well she sucked you.  I’m sure her Mistress wants her to learn to like men.” 

“Learn?”

“Yes, Harry. Learn.”

“But she seemed quite happy with me.”

“She was nervous as hell, Harry.   Couldn’t you feel her shaking?   I expect you’re probably the first man she’d ever been with.”

“But she was wearing a butt plug.  And a cock cage.”

“Well the cock cage was to stop any embarrassing silliness.  And I expect the butt plug is all part of her training.”

“Training?”

“Yes, training.  Haven’t you worked that out yet?"

“But I thought she wanted to be a pretty girl.”

“Well in her heart she probably does.  But her head probably tells her something different.  And that silly thing between her legs probably just confuses things.  Some girls need a little help along the way.”

“You don’t mean surgery?”

“No.  Though sometimes it can happen  … if the girl wants it to help feel, how shall we say, complete.” 

“I’d have thought the opposite of complete.”

“Really Harry.  What a silly thing to say!   How like a man.   Complete as a girl.”

“Sorry.  Of course.  Yes, that was stupid.”

“Ok.  You’re forgiven.  Anyway as you’ve already found, a little appendage can  be perfectly charming on a girl.   Some even continue to use it in the normal way, although others find their preferences change.”

“You mean if they take hormones.”

“Well some do go down that route but many don’t.   They can enjoy the best of both worlds.”  

“Really.   They’re hardly going to pull the girls.”

“Really Harry, you’re so naïve.  A feminised young man makes the perfect companion.    Happy to do all the things that men can’t or won’t do.  They love shopping, make-up, socialising and chatting   Great feminine company.  And, at the end of day, they can be active or passive as their Mistress’s mood requires.  The best of all worlds.”

“Yes, I see: the best of all worlds.”

“That’s why they’re so highly prized.  Ladies adore them and many men understand their virtues.  After all, a pretty boy never gets that time of the month problem.”

“I suppose not.  But why would a boy want to become a girl like that.”

“Don’t you see they get the best of both worlds too. In fact they get the very best.  They never have all the pressure and tension of the chase.   They’re sought after and treasured.”    

“It still doesn’t seem right.  What if they don’t want to be feminised?”

“Many boys have a feminine side.  Some just need a little ‘Encouragement’.”

 

“Encouragement?  What if they don’t want encouragement?”

“But they do.”

“You mean they resist.”

“Sometimes they just need that little push to get them started.  We would call it ‘Training’.”

“We?”

“Yes, ‘We’.  The Sisterhood.”

“The Sisterhood?”

“Harry, have you become a parrot?  Stop repeating everything I say.  I’m a member of The Sisterhood.   It’s an organisation of dominant females.   We like to help girls and boys find their true path in life. “

“Is that legal?”

“Yes, of course.   They’re all well above the age of consent.  In fact we often wait until they’re in their early twenties just to ensure they’re clear.”

“But why do they need training?”

“Let’s just say some are a little unsure of themselves.  Sometimes they need a little help.  Your young friend has been receiving some guidance from one of our newer members.”

“His Mistress, you mean?”

“Well I think your young man looks on her as being more of an Auntie, but his Mistress, if you like.”

“He’s not my young man.  I mean she’s not.  I mean …   now I’m confused.”

“Oh, really.”

“You’re not trying to turn me, are you?” he asked with genuine concern.

“No, of course not.  You’re clearly an alpha male.”

“Are you sure?    You’re making me think I’m gay,” he protested. 

“No, you’re not.  Or, at least, I know you think you’re not.  But we all are to some degree.  You look at her and you just see a very bright, attractive girl.”

He felt reassured.    “Yes.  A pretty girl.  A very pretty girl,” he repeated calming himself.

“And that’s what the Sisterhood’s helping her become.  Andy still likes girls but she’s learning to live like a girl and love the things that girls love.  She already likes dressing up and being made-up.   And she’s finding that she likes other things too.”

“So can I see him?  I mean her.  And will her Mistress let me?”  

““You’ve become eager all of a sudden.”

“Can I come to the function?  I know it’s a bit late, but I could get there.”

“No way, Harry.  Sorry.  It’s a closed function.  It’s a special GALA.  In fact the girl shouldn’t even be here.”

“Then why are you telling me all this?”

“Let’s just say you could get an opportunity.   It’s a charity event and you might want to have your chequebook ready, or at least your debit card.   I’ll leave it at that for the time being.   Must go now.  I’ve been on this call too long.   Stay near your phone.  Bye!”

“Goodnight Bex,” he said but she’d already hung up.  He put down the mobile totally intrigued but excited too.  It was going to be hard concentrating on quantum physics when all he could think about was a maid at a party who’d metamorphosed into a flame haired, elegant beauty in red latex.

end of Part 2