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 .
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
Andy was always concerned that a visitor might call and see
him in his maid’s dress. The dress might
be explainable as some amateur dramatic costume or fancy dress, but heels,
latex and full make-up were more difficult.Nevertheless, he loved those times together and if a visitor did come,
he just had to be a girl. Jane enjoyed
explaining to a visitor that she preferred her maid in latex since it could be
wiped clean and was so much more hygienic, while Andy busied himself with
household chores knowing full well that the visitor’s eyes would be transfixed
and it was mostly his own wispy white residues that needed regularly wiping
clean from his black rubber panties.
