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Hi Everyone  Because of the over lap on creating new Andy and Aunt Jane art ,I have no new pieces to share today, however that does leave me the chance to share this amazing story from our dear Skinnie.Thanks S, you are amazing as ever.XXAndy
PS, It's a little naughty

Maid in Paris: Checking Out

By Skinnie Stallion

Well, we saw the start of this in 'Packing for Paris'  (https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2025/07/new-art-packing-for-paris.html  ).   It was clear Jane was expecting some big changes during their stay in the fashion capital.  Sorry London.  Sorry Milan.  Did someone mention New York?  You are 'aving a larf!

We've already seen and read about  Jane and Andy crossing the hotel lobby  "In Paris" ( https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2022/11/new-art-in-paris.html  ) and seen their sweet return "In Paris 2"  ( https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2022/11/new-art-in-paris-part-2.html ).

You read about it all here in 'Maid in Paris'  ( https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2025/09/welcome-back-to-shiny-lens-and-more.html  ) .  And now we witness see the consequences. 

A week in Paris had helped him develop some perspective.  As soon as they unpacked in Paris, he should have recognised that the issues with his luggage had a broader intent.  It had always been his Aunt’s plan to take him away from his narrow, fixed viewpoint.  Getting him away from home, even from Fullerton Hall, was important for that.   With hindsight, his only fault was in not seeing it coming, but that had probably been her point: he hadn’t.   He’d allowed himself to get trapped in his own microcosm.   A view of himself and the world that confined him, restricted within his expectations about what was possible or what he wanted. 

Jane was determined to use their trip to Paris as a pivot point.   Back home, wearing make-up and dressing up had become a game to him.  He liked the pretence that he was allowing her some fun by letting her do his make-up.   He felt comfortable hiding in the mindset that he was merely dressing up for her rather than satisfying a deep seated personal need of his own.  He would playfully resist.  She would insist.    Eventually he’d succumb.   He liked to think that he was succumbing purely to please her.  He could never acknowledge to himself that it was his heart’s desire.  

He’d dress up for a few hours and that would be it.   Yes, those dressing up sessions would often lead to his head getting clamped between her legs with his tongue lapping her.  But that was all for her benefit and pleasure.   He liked to think that he would be there anyway.   He still liked to regard himself as her boyfriend.   A much younger boyfriend maybe, but still a boyfriend.   He’d tried to boast to Chantelle that he was foremost in Jane’s affections because he knew Jane intimately in that way.   He’d discovered with dismay from Chantelle that Jane liked to treat her girlfriends in this way.  Chantelle had explored Jane’s hard button and soft inner lips.   But he’d dismissed that as purely incidental.  He was her boyfriend.  What other boyfriends did she see?  Only him.

True, apart from their kisses Jane never allowed him other intimacy.  He’d never even had the temerity to ask.  He’d assumed she’d foresworn cock after her husband’s death seeking more sophisticated pleasures.   At least she’d not foresworn men.   She had him after all, he liked to think.   He’d read in The Economist that one in five high-earning women seeks a ‘boy toy’.   The article might have been a bit negative about age differences but what did that matter if, like him, you had the good fortune to be that ‘boy toy’?  A ‘boy toy’ for a lady like Jane seemed the highest accolade.   Spending his evening pressed between her thighs, nuzzling and licking seemed like heaven.  He convinced himself that this was how life was with a powerful girlfriend: a power dresser and elite businesswoman.    How many would envy him for having a high flying alpha-girlfriend like his Aunt? 

Paris has changed all that.  The world has turned.   His world has turned: a new one has opened up for him.   His Aunt has opened his horizons and given him a new perspective on life.  He’s opened up.   She’s opened him.   He knows his place and he’s slowly admitting to himself that he’s loving it.

Yes, Jane still orders him about in public when he's dressed as her maid but that's how Parisiennes treat their maids.  He may look glum, but it’s more a deep, reflective reverie than resentment.  He’s resigned to his fate.  He’s willing to play the part when the perks of the role are so intense.  The highs of being her girlfriend are worth it.  He knows her public disdain hides a private passion. And he does get to be her girlfriend.  Not her boyfriend, her girlfriend.  Being her girlfriend is much better.  Memories of that first walk through the hotel lobby holding her hand when all heads turned to see them together still give him tingles.  Almost as much as the treasured memory of when she first fucked him.  

A French maid may appear bubbly and flirtatious in the fictional world of films and farces but, in the real world, much of the time it’s a life of drudgery and servitude carrying out menial tasks.  ‘Clean my shoes, Andrew.’  ‘Run my bath, Andrew.’  ‘Help me dress, Andrew.’  ‘Carry the shopping bags to the car, Andrew.  Don’t let the porter do it.  I don’t want anything getting crushed.’   A constant litany of demands and instructions.  He’s still adjusting to that.   Sometimes he has to pinch himself to remind him that he’s a boy, a man even.   Part of him feels that he ought to be more assertive.  He can’t quite accept his submissive side and how easily he’s succumbed to his Aunt’s desires right down to having his ears pierced and wearing over-large hoop earrings.  

He’s given up being concerned about people seeing him walking round as a maid.  It’s better wearing the full ensemble than just a dress or heels.   The lipstick, the make-up, the heels, the stay-up stockings, the dress and, truth be told, the earrings help.  He can wear a dress in public without fear.   OK, Jane does prefer him in a latex uniform (so does he), but it’s still just a maid’s dress.   In Paris or in high society, a maid is an accepted sight: no-one is going to give a maid a second glance.   They don’t need to know that he’s a boy.   It’s partly why he’s adopted the sullen look.   If he looked too bubbly, anyone might think he was just a sissy or a cross-dresser.  That’s why having Jane order him about is so helpful.  It actually makes life easier.   Call it method acting.   He’s playing the role of a maid while living the life of a girlfriend.

Although he takes insane pleasure in her locking him each night in her locking him in his metal choker with its engraved,  personalised padlock, he’s glad that he only wears it in the bedroom.  For now.  No-one else need see.   No-one else need know that she likes attaching reins to his collar.   Her attaching her reins to him signifies her ownership.   Her attaching reins means that she’s fully in control when she rides him.

If he has a concern, it’s how things will go when they get home.  Things may be fine in Paris.   Even if the hotel staff know he’s a boy and checked in as her nephew, it doesn’t matter: everything is treated with French insouciance and Gallic sangfroid.   What’s worrying him is that Jane has been very clear that she expects him to still be her maid when they get back to Fullerton Hall.  That’s part of the deal. She’s even talked about sending to a maid training school that she’s heard about at somewhere called Knightley Hall.  (Privately he wonders if there’s a family connection.   He might be willing to do that if he got to meet Keira.   He’s always liked Keira.   He wishes he could look like her.)    

Apparently she’d known from when he first started playing with her make-up and  ‘borrowing’ her high heels as a child.  She said what cemented it for her was giving his bottom a little lick a month ago as a reward for getting his face covered in her juices.  He’d not realised his reaction but she’d noticed.  That tell-tale puckering and dilation told her all she needed to know: he was ready for the next step.  

Jane has promised him a few days when they can both enjoy some fresh sea air and get a tan before they head to Caen for the ferry home.   He now understands why she brought the Healey rather than the Rolls or the BMW.    She wants to fit in with Deauville’s vintage charm and be able to show off her maid where it matters.   But she's also bought him a nice Courrèges leather mini-dress for a night out at the casino and a strapless latex bustier and pants for going clubbing. It isn't just her maid she plans to show off: he knows she's very proud of her girlfriend.  

He takes their bags to the car while Jane settles the bill and speaks to hotel management.  They've been most accommodating and understanding.

So what if some people realise that he’s a boy.  Few will.  Even if they do,  girls and older women will envy his looks and his outfits.  Men will find themselves attracted to him regardless.   Around Paris and in the hotel, they’ve been reacting to him like seeing a bitch on heat.   And, he has to accept that is what he’s become: a bitch on heat.   On heat for his Auntie. He’s always loved Jane but this is different.  Now he understands how Jane has helped him find his true self.

He's still not sure whether it was accident or design that a paparazzi snapped them as they crossed the hotel lobby.   Was it part of Jane's plan or the hotel blackmailing its guests?  (So many illicit liaisons must occur under their roof that it probably makes an attractive sideline for the hotel or its staff.)   Either way,  the photo never made the press because  Jane bought it and had copies made for him and her, as well as sending one as a postcard to Will.   Did she really have to do that?   Was she trying to make him jealous or tell him something?

And now Andy has spotted a telephoto lens peeking out from the bushes opposite the hotel.   He's sure it's the same photographer.   He's not going to lower his head, nor put the bags down to try and shield his face.  (His Chanel and Balmain bags are far too nice to get dirty or scuffed!)   No!  He's going to keep his head up.  He's not going to look ashamed.   He's going to look serious.   A serious maid going about serious work.   A maid doing exactly what her  Mistress demands.  He's good at that.  Jane tells him that every night.

His confidence has grown.   This time it will be Andy who's going to walk over to the photographer while Jane chats to the hotel manager.  He's going to demand that the photographer surrenders his SD card.   It will be Andy who get prints made when they get to Deauville.   It will be him who sends a postcard to Will.   And if Will doesn't like it, that'll be his look out.   However, judging by the WhatsApp Andy received yesterday, Will has already received Jane's postcard.    He not only understands; he's jealous.    Andy wants to keep him like that, at least until they get home.     Jane has told him that she likes Will and that she's going to very happy to share her girlfriend.    Now Andy totally gets why some girls tease.

Jane has promised him that tonight they’re going clubbing in Deauville.   He likes the outfit she’s chosen for him.   She likes it too.   Her fingers can go exactly where she wants them to go.  No need for the elasticated rear waist band like she demanded at Balmain.   She’ll be able to stand beside him or dance closely with him and show her love for him.   He’s totally her girl.

And tonight he definitely wants to get fucked by the lady he adores.   He knows he’ll sleep soundly in her arms.

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On Patreon TodayI never had a new piece of Andy andAunt Jane art ready forlast week but here we areno Aunt Jane but Andysover significant otheris very my at handThis was created onthe new paint programeand has a real qualitybut still created in the sameway.That's why they take so long.



Hi Everyone    Glad that week is over, proper full on, but now e can relax with some classic Christeen art from the Missy Kimmi archives
XXAndy
April 2020 PDQ (Bonus Artwork) -1480- 4/3/20 - Will Chris ever admit that he has come to love being a petticoated boy and his being transitioned and raised as a pretty girl in panties and curls? He has become such a good girl, beyond Aunt Julia’s wildest hopes and dreams.  This debuted on Petticoat Discipline Quarterly six years ago this month.






2/13/20- 1459 - Don’t be late for your date, Chris!  Not the outfit Chris’s date expected “his girl” to wear for their casual outing,  but he will make do.  And reaffirm that it’s too late for Chris to change.  Will seeing Chris in curls at the door lead him to suggest a cozy day relaxing in front of the fire and getting a little more … comfortable? Debuted 2/7/20 right here on Andy Latex.


10/10/16 -483- What exactly did they give our precious boy-girl? A new surprise? Chris is so cute already with that adorable pixie cut, pretty earrings and all dolled up! Prepped and secured? One can only imagine.  This debuted on Carole Jean's wonderful Petticoat Punishment Art in late 2009.



8/12/20- Tank Top- Orders are coming in faster than can be processed. Everyone wants to be a very special customer and see Chris filling it. The order, that is! I believe this was Christeen’s first poster to debut online on her now gone Pinterest board. She had upwards of 200 Chris artworks that appeared exclusively there. That wonderful account was terminated in the Spring of 2023.__________________

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Hi Everyone   We have a big celebrity centrefold in this weeks Wednesday round up and all around it some classics from all our favourite contributors.
 So lets get on we have far to go.


Top of the shop this week belongs to our friend Amber and her ongoing investigation into Andy and Aunt Janes world tour.After there near miss in Budapest the pair enjoy a peaceful rest in Janes Swiss cottage



Then travelling through Greece, but is there something wrong Aunt Jane?



Feeling soggy in Vancouver, are they heading to Nowheresville?

No of course not, they seem to be having a great time on the Orient Express......But are they working? Is this the spy game Jane remembers


Wonderful stuff, thank you Kitty XXX


Now thenA few weeks ago Blog Favourite Kylie minogue announced she would be  the headline Pre-Game Entertainment at the 2026  AFL Grand Final in Australia and to our delight she once agains wriggled that amazing figure into white Atsuko Kudo latex.Seems she bought herself a few variations on the theme as she had already worn a similar gown on Strictly come dancing last Christmas 

One of my Favourite singer, the gorgeous Helene Fischer adorned the cover of Tush magazine in this beautiful pink latex top. It is so great to see her back having made her return a few months ago in classic shiny style







Celebrity Traitors USA  beauty Maura Higgins hosted the Cherry Coca Cola pop up in this gorgeous Cherry red Atsuko Kudo outfit this week, The girl has latex previous and look amazing in this colour.








Hey let's break this up a bit, because we have an incoming transmission from Mars.


Many many thanks Kitka XXX


Now then, I do not usually watch these kinda shows, nothing against them but they are not my thing really, however they would become my thing if  the stunning Chrishell Stause from Selling Sunset was in latex more.Such a brief glimpse though there was more in the show, not a lot, but anything more is a gift

She too seems to have previous.Trust me to come to the game late. Wow!!!!!

Speaking of US reality tv shows I then came across this old fun clip, or oldish of  Real Housewives of NY Jenna Lyons trapped in her latex top.


She struggles so nicely, but still looks amazing.and obviously likes the top because she wore it again for this photo shoot.

Finally, Wednesday would not be complete without a little treat from our dear friend Skinnie Stallion and if you have never visited the world of Fem-Me, pop over the the Patreon for many many more tales.

Fem-Me

A tale of David

By Skinnie Stallion

David sat sullenly.   As the ladies talked, he was growing increasingly apprehensive.   He only wanted a haircut.  Well, he didn’t really want a haircut.   It was his mother who wanted him to have a haircut.   He needed  ‘smartening up’, she’d said.   He still didn’t know why he couldn’t go to Joe’s round the corner.   All his friends went to Joe’s.   She seemed to be getting increasingly drawn in by the sales rep’s patter.

However Henrietta, Henry to her friends, blenched as the sales representative repeated the price.   "But we only came in for David to get a haircut before his interview.   David never gets a proper cut at a men's barbers.  Ladies' hairdressers seem to have much more of a clue."

"Be assured Mrs Hodgkins, David will get an excellent cut.  He won’t just get a snip.  Fem-Me can assure that he's cut and styled in a way that will perfectly frame his pretty face and enhance his looks.  You want him to look nice?"

"Yes ……. But the cost!  And I wasn't expecting make-up......"

"I feel quite shocked that David doesn't wear make-up already.   I'm surprised he doesn't suffer from FOMO.   Such a pretty young man.   If he's going for interview and  competing on the jobs market it's important that he looks his best."

"But ......"  

"I realise it's a big commitment Mrs Hodgkins but I'm sure you will be pleased with the results.  Our salon girls will give him exactly what he needs.  You do want him to be successful, don’t you?”

“Yes…”

“Here they are now."

David's eyes widened as two pretty blonde girls entered wearing matching black latex mini-dress uniforms.   “This is Christopher and Tim.   They will be overseeing your hair and make-up today.”   David was puzzled.   He was used to girls being called Chris; after all his mum liked to be called Henry.   But Christopher?   Tim?   Still, they were very attractive.   

One of the girls was guided forward by the sales rep, her hand firmly on the girl’s bottom.   The girl extended an exquisitely manicured hand with bright red nails that matched her lipstick and shoes.  “Hi, I'm Tim would you like to come with me, David?."   David took her hand and meekly followed.   How could he refuse a girl like that even if her name was Tim?

“David will be in expert hands with Christopher and Tim,” the sales rep purred to Henry as the girls took David through to the back room of the salon.    “They'll do all they can to keep him calm and make him feel comfortable.”

"They look gorgeous.   Are they twins?"

"Yes, Mrs Hodgkins.”

“Thought so…”

“Their mother brought them here three  years ago, although they rather brought themselves.  They used to be somewhat unruly young men, always up to mischief.   We persuaded her to bring them to Fem-Me when we caught them shoplifting in our B&K store.   So much better than taking them to court and all the shame of prosecution and sentencing.   We convinced her that there were better ways of paying any fine.   Ways that achieved a more positive outcome that would rehabilitate them.” 

"And has it?"

"Oh yes.  She's delighted with the results and so are we.   So should Government: they're always talking about young people not being in work or holding down jobs.  The town now has two former tearaways in secure employment.   A much better form of community service, if you will.   They’ve done a lot of servicing since then.   They sucked up their 'punishment' quite readily when they realised it meant they wouldn't have to go to prison or pick up litter.”

“I’m sure.”   

“They've become two of our most dedicated hard workers at Fem-Me, very happy to help other young men on their journeys.   I'm confident David will come back from the salon not only looking marvellous but with a smile on his face after the twins have finished with him.    Satisfaction is guaranteed with those two."

“Good.   I feel a bit better about coming here, despite the cost, if it achieves results.   And I can’t help admiring your pants.   Are they made of leather?”

“I glad you like them.   No PVC.   It’s hard wearing and good value for money.   Bergman and Knightley may be expensive but we are focused on the customer.”

“And were Christopher and Tim wearing rubber dresses?”

“Yes, although we say latex rather than rubber: boys tend to giggle and snigger if we talk about rubbers.  Latex sounds much more mature.   And it’s so practical in the salon.  There’s all manner of squirty, messy things in there that splash them.   If you like my pants, why don’t you try a pair while you’re waiting for David.   I’m sure you’d look great in them.”

“Will you have my size?”

“Let’s go through to the back room and have a look.  If we don’t, you can always try on mine: you look like you’re the same size as me.   If you like what you see and want to buy, I’m sure I can find ways of offering you a discount.  We like to incentivise new customers.  Then we can go through our brochures and discuss other services that Fem-Me and B&K can provide?   We find many mothers are keen on these and come back for more.”

XXXXX

Andy

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On Patreon TodayStress relief is vitalto a smooth well runoffice and so todaywe check in to see if Owen is continuingto perform his daily duties with style and grace, helping the staff of the office to concentrate on their work with a relaxedand clear mind.


Hi Everyone   Hope you are all very well, thank you all for your kind Emails and messages you are all so sweet and I do so greatly appreciate your kindness and warm words. We have such a loving community here on our blog that it is always a pleasure to return.XXSo today we have the completed version of the latest piece of art featuring Andy and his beloved Aunt Jane, although sometimes I think she is a little less adored, especially when she outsmarts him with such style as she has today.   Clearly this is set in the days before Andy stepped over the line into full time femininity,the pleasure of Football still not denied to him, however there is always a price to pay.   Hope you like this, my biggest hugs XXAndy

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On Patreon TodayI do apologise but I have not been able to complete a new piece of Andy and Aunt Jane art this week, because my life has been too hectic and my Paint Program is still a little slow in my unskilled hands.In the meantime something a little surprising.This is the second part of a superb story written by our  friend Skinnie Stallion,the first part having been posted on the blog this past Wednesday.In time it willappear on the blog,but fornow.......


Hi Everyone  If you read the Patreon blurb you will see where I am right now, so lets just crack one and get to where we all wan to be, in the arms of Christeen courtesy of our dear Miss Kimmi.Gotta say Kimmi has great taste doesn't she.🧡🧡🧡XXXAndy

3/11/21- 1221 - Oh, is there any doubt that he is a girl now? 24/7 and with a look that says he has embraced his fate of feminization. Chris has his legs so primly together as his day of beauty continues. He is so cute in curlers! Aunt Julia has discreetly informed friends that Chris's preferred pronouns are now she/her. Debuted 10/3/18 right here on Andy Latex.  Definitely one of Christeen's best!


12/15/17- 1178 - Chris can't hide that he's now a girl even when not in a skirt or dress. Even if little pink romper doesn't reveal his secret, or his captivating makeup, the dainty hair adornment will be sure to do so. This debuted on 12/5/17 right here on Andy Latex.




2/5/17- 691- So pretty in pink, indeed, and with a cute hair bow to match his gorgeous gown. Chris has not yet come to the realization of how wonderful it is to be feminized.  This debuted around the end of 2012 on Carole Jean's Petticoat Punishment Art.



9/5/20 - 1605 - Don't be bashful, Chris. Aunt Julia's friends already know you are now a Miss. And have seen your gorgeous portraits. It's time for your feminine debut and to show everyone how daintily you now curtsy. Debuted 9/4/20 right here on Andy Latex.

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On Patreon todayA sweet day, risksbecoming somethingdeeper as a beautiful young man's specialday draws attentionfrom a  potentiallysinister direction

Hi Everyone I am beginning to lose it with Blogger, it is driving me crazy with it's uploading and formatting, it's like the stone age on here sometimes, what used to take minutes can now take hours , but this is our blog and I will not let it defeat me.We have some fun things today, I won't moan on any more, let's have some funXXXAndy

Over on Patreon all sorts of slippery adventures are taking place

She made her return to our screens after the holidays so I thought we would cast the lens out and see what can back and Wow!!!

Susanna Reid is a stunning lady

We have not taken a glimpse into the world of the solo traveller for a few weeks and here is a two part tale.

Scroll down for part 2

Our dear friend Amber has been creating some superb little image with fun tales and in the latest edition of Andy and Aunt Jane world tour, the adventure escalates in a surprising way.As they are pursued in Rio, chased to Egypt , Cornered in Budapest, before......

Bless you Kitty you are amazing XX

Can't' wait for the next part and I have seen them 😍

A trip to Mars has been too long coming and things are progressing at a rate. Thanks Kitka, these are amazing XX

Part two of Travelling alone and it seems our beautiful traveller has found herself in a tight spot

And now we get to Skinnie Stallion's amazing story. I hope it has formatted correctly Blogger was having another nightmare when i tried to upload it with the images but it is so good I had to get it up for you 

                                                                “Droneroom Drama

By

Skinnie Stallion

 

1.Rachel’s Warning

Andy was still finding his way round the mansion.  In many respects it was trying to model itself on Knightley Towers but it felt false.  Everything here was bright shiny and new.  It had none of the authentic grandeur of the English original.  Even the doors felt light and flimsy: fake wood instead of heavy oak.   The one consistency was the ladies of The Sisterhood: they were as mean and demanding as their compatriots back in England.

He was being broken in as if he was a new maid.   He might be new to the mansion, but he was experienced as a sissymaid.   His training with his Aunt and his stints at Knightley Towers more than sufficed.   Nevertheless, so far he’d only been given basic duties like bed making and cleaning.   He’d scarcely talked to other maids and only knew Madam Hunt.  He hadn’t yet served on the Ground Floor so hadn’t experienced the Dining Room, Library, Lounge, or Games Room.  However, Madam Hunt had promised him a ride with the hounds during his stay.    He’d been told that he might be serving Madam Vesperia next week if he was good.

Moving between bedrooms he almost bumped into a pretty blonde maid.   She looked far too pretty to be a sissy.  “Hello, I’m Andrew,” he said, trying to take a step back.  He didn’t want to sound too familiar.

The girl was petticoated.  She had tits.   She wore 6” heels, an inch higher than the mansion’s regulation 5”.  She didn’t wear stockings.   Andy had a hunch that she didn’t wear panties either.  There was a washed out look in her eyes: a look of surrender.  She appeared timid but was clearly bursting to say something to him.  “Good Morning, Andrew.”   The girl clutched his hand.   “Oh don't you look pretty, your uniform and make-up are just perfect.  Hello, I'm Rachel.”

“Thank you my.. my Aunt Jane has been trying to teach me ..,” Andy mumbled, entranced by Rachel’s forwardness.  “ .. I don't think....”

“You look lovely Andrew, your Aunt would be very proud.”  She paused and looked around before continuing, “Andrew, I need to tell you something.”    Andy was baffled.  What could this pretty girl have to tell him unless it was about how to do sheet corners right in America?   She pulled him closer.  He almost thought she was going to kiss him.  She was taller than him.  Bigger than him.  He could almost imagine her as a young Aunt Jane.   He could feel himself stiffening.  “You’re new here, aren’t you?”    Andy nodded.   “Do not drink the the night time milk before bed!” she stuttered.

“But I like it; it makes me feel warm and sleepy,” replied a surprised Andy. The warm milk helped him relax and was one of the few things he’d liked since his capture. It was comforting. One of the mistresses always came round each evening with his mug. He didn’t drink hot milk when he was home with Aunt Jane. There were better things to do than fall fast asleep when he was with Auntie. Or Will. There were other things that helped him feel warm and sleepy when he was at home. Milk might be a poor substitute but at least it was something warming inside. “I know it does, but you must stop Andy. Do not drink any more! I don’t let Danni drink it.”Why?” asked a confused Andy. “I don’t understand.” He was confused in other ways. He’d not been this close to a pretty girl in years. Not if you discounted his Aunt and the ladies at the mansion. This was different. This was a warm, living, breathing girl. A girl of nearly his own age. He glanced down at her heaving breasts. He looked into her watery blue eyes. Alongside her, part of him felt inferior - a sissy playing at being a girl - while part of him was straining to express his latent masculinity. But it was difficult when he was wearing a submissive’s choker, hoop earrings and heels. He wanted to pull her closer and kiss her. But he was just a sissy. If only he could understand why she was talking about milk. Wrapped in each other’s arms, neither of them heard or saw Madam Strap approaching.

“Because I…..” Rachel hesitated: she’d glimpsed Madam Strap out of the corner of her eye.   “Because I was once a boy like you, Andy,” she whispered softly.

“Rachel!!!” shouted Madam Strap.   “Come here this instant!” she barked.   Rachel scurried towards Madam Strap.   “Danni was asking where you were and I’ve had to come looking for you.  I hope you’re not seducing another of the new sissies.”

“No, Madam Strap,” pleaded Rachel.   “I just got a bit lost.”

“A likely story.  Leave him alone and get back to your quarters.”   Rachel hurried away.

“And you must be Andy.” Madam Strap looked him up and down.   “You are a pretty little thing.   I can see why Rachel would find you cute.   But don’t think you’re special.  She often has ‘a thing’ for new boys.   She’ll get over it.   Now run along and finish your chores.”

Andy went to the next bedroom.  When the door had closed and he’d heard Madam Strap’s footsteps follow after Rachel, he stopped straightening the sheets and sat down on the bed to take stock.  He’d hit new heights of confusion.   Rachel was a boy.   A boy like him.   And he’d been attracted to her.   Would he have been as attracted if he’d known she was a boy.   He realised that he would.  Maybe he wasn’t quite the beta he thought he was.  And the milk?    The milk was a feminiser.   It must contain hormones or something similar. Rachel had drunk the milk.   Should he?   It might be nice to look like Rachel.  

2.Edwardian Miss

Stepping out on to the terrace, Andy was hit by a blast of hot air. He tried to survey the scene.   He was still trying to work out where he was.   He was guessing somewhere north of Los Angeles.   It was hot.  The countryside was green.   It was hilly.  Maybe inland from San Francisco?   Wine country?     Wherever he was, it was much too hot to be serving morning coffee outside.  He shivered nevertheless, transfixed by the hooded eyes of Madam Vesperia.   She stared at him.   She looked him up and down.  He might be excited by her appearance but his cock had shrivelled under her gaze.  He was glad it was hidden beneath folds of dress and latex petticoats.  She was as stern and forbidding as any of the Mistresses at the estate.   Her riding crop brushed against his neck.   He was scared that she might slap it across his face.   Instead she teased him, knowing that he was roasting beneath his billowing Edwardian maids’ dress.   That’s if the Edwardians ever dressed in latex.   ‘Why couldn’t he have a nice mini-dress like the other maids?’ he pondered.    It was clearly intended as a form of punishment.   

"We have ways to dealing with those who do not comply with our requirements.   You and your Aunt have been very stupid.   You can never escape The Sisterhood,” she admonished him.   “You must be so hot.  I can understand why you have been complaining.   Ms Perry, will you please see our guest is helped out of his uniform and cleansed.”

Andy sighed with relief.   Not punishment.   An opportunity to get out of this silly dress.   He wondered about Ms Perry.   The Sisterhood seemed to have lots of Ms Perrys or Ms Perry types.   They’d been at Knightley Towers too.  Always lurking.  Always in the background.  Andy guessed  that they were The Sisterhood’s accountants.  Always at hand with a word of advice or there to execute instructions.   He suspected that they might be the real power behind The Sisterhood.  “Then have him oiled and sealed in the vac-bed on the lower sun terrace for the rest of the day,” continued Madam Vesperia.   

“Certainly Madam,” replied the pretty Ms Perry. Andy might be melting but butter wouldn’t melt in Ms Perry’s mouth.   “Would you like him plugged or unplugged?”

“Oh plugged, of course.   It will be nice for the Hunt ladies and I to sip our mint juleps in the shade of the upper terrace and look down him on sweltering and squirming.   He’ll be glistening with moisture, latex pressed tight against him, always filled, always unrequited.   He’ll be so on edge by the time we release him.  We’ll have to draw to lots to decide which one of us fucks him.  Or maybe I should claim him for myself?”

3. The Droneroom

It was early evening when Andy finally left Madam Sparveria’s room.    At least she’d allowed him to go back into a proper maid’s mini-dress when she’d finished with him.   He was surprised to meet Rachel again on the landing.   Rachel looked even more washed out and dejected than before.  He could see why the mistresses liked Rachel: they’d shaped her into the girl they wanted all their sissies to be.

Rachel took his hand.   “Come with me,” she said.  

“Wha …..?” Andy began to question as she tugged at his arm.   

“Come.   I need to show you something.  You must be more careful.   Follow me, but please keep quiet.   We go on the back stairs but tiptoes and no heel clicks.”

Tamely Andy followed the pretty sissy.    He could only be impressed by her feminisation.   She was like the girlfriend he’d dreamed of all those years ago, in an era before he’d set his heart on Auntie, and then Will.  Andy followed her legs with envy: she really could walk in those 6” heels, as if she was born to wear them.   “Where are we going?” he whispered as they wound down a dingy flight of stairs.   

“Ssssh!  You’ll see.   But we mustn’t be seen.”

“Why?”

“Because they might take us like they took my Danni.”

“Take us where?   And who’s Danni?  You mentioned her before.”

“You’ll see.  Danni’s my friend,” said Rachel.   “Another maid.  And it’s a him.  And I hope still is.”  Andy’s knees felt weak.   It had been an exhausting afternoon.   Going down stone steps in 5” heels wasn’t easy.  Doing it without making a sound was even more difficult.   He was amazed Rachel could manage it in 6”.   He realised from the number of flights they’d descended and from the drop in temperature that they were below ground level.   They reached the bottom. Rachel put a finger to her lips and said, “This is the Dungeon Level.”   She gingerly pushed open a door to be met by a blast of warm moist air and an almost industrial level of noise of clanking and whirring motors, as well of loud cries and shrieks.   She beckoned to Andy to follow her.  A faint pool of light illuminated the corridor ahead.  Rachel paused when she reached its fringes.   It was coming from a part-open doorway, the source of all the noise.    She poked her head round the door.   When she pulled back a few seconds later there were tears in her eyes.  “We’re too late.   They’ve got Danni.  It’s all my fault.”  She started to sob.  “He’s going to be a drone.”  Now it was Andy’s turn to urge her to keep quiet.   He steeled himself to take a look.  

Intending to take a quick glimpse, Andy found himself taking longer than intended.  He stood in the doorway transfixed.  What met his eye caused his jaw to drop.   He’d never seen so much latex outside of the stockroom at B⚥y?.   Latex nurses in flowing Edwardian dresses with puffed up power shoulders and blouson sleeves, a mistress in latex with a transparent latex smock, tanks of liquid latex, pumps of liquid latex, sprays of liquid latex and, most remarkable of all, latex dolls.   Living latex dolls.   Further back a helmeted boy was being sprayed with black latex that congealed against his skin.   Glistening helmeted dolls in high heels were strung up in a row.  Nurses were administering enemas or worse to them.  They were all plugged or being plugged. The dolls were wailing.  It was impossible to tell whether they were crying in pain or emitting moans of orgasmic pleasure.    Other nurses were inspecting and polishing their finished creations.

Given the hum of activity, he assumed no-one would notice him but he had been spotted.   The throb of the pumps and the keening howls from the latex dolls meant he couldn’t hear the supervising mistress say to her nurses, “Pay him no concern.   I shall deal with our little snooper later.”     Rachel pulled him back from the doorway.   She was still crying and hyperventilating, gasping for breath.   He led her back along the corridor.   “What on earth was that?” he asked when he’d closed the door to the stairwell.    

“That’s the Droneroom,” replied a still tearful Rachel.  “It’s where they take bad sissies for correction.”

“Correction?”

“That’s what Madam Strap told me would happen to Danni.  ‘Correction’ she called it when they took Danni away.   She said it would reorientate him.   She said I wouldn’t see him again.”

“Correction?  Reorientation?   What in heaven’s name does she mean?  Why would Danni need reorientation?”

Rachel lowered her head and mumbled, “Madam Strap caught him fucking me.” 

“Fucking you!”  Andy exclaimed.   His mind raced.   In times gone by, that’s what he’d have loved to do.

“I think she’d been watching us together for some time.   She’d seen we were close.”

“There’s close and then there’s close,” observed Andy.

“Yes.   Madam Strap said it was forbidden.   Danni’s very ‘functional’, you see.”   Rachel said without embarrassment.   “He’s not been drinking the night milk.  He listened to me.  Remember how I told you not to drink the night milk when you first arrived?  Madam Strap and some members of The Sisterhood want all their sissies to be like me.   Now I can’t stop myself: I have to drink the milk.   It’s like an addiction.”

“Oh, how terrible!” said Andy in sympathy as he helped Rachel up the stairs.  

“Not really,” replied Rachel.   “My cock’s shrunk and stays soft, but I have nice boobies and my bottom has filled out.   I feel much more like a girl.   I don’t even think of myself as a sissy now.  I’m a girl.   I like having boobies.   I want bigger boobies.”

   
“And you’re very pretty,” Andy couldn't stop himself from saying ,though starting to wonder whether the milk was addling Rachel’s brain.   She seemed on a path to bimbofication rather than feminisation.   

“Thank you.  Do you really think so?  You’re not so bad yourself, and that’s without drinking the milk.”   Andy would have blushed except his cheeks were already red from the exertions of climbing the stairs and holding Rachel’s arm.   Rather surprisingly, she was finding ascent more difficult in her 6” heels.    “Some little boobies would suit you.  Danni liked playing with my boobies.  I liked being fucked by Danni.”

“I’m quite happy being a sissy, thank you,” said Andy.   He liked being fucked too, but not like Rachel.   She seemed to be becoming just as much of a drone as Danni: a feminised bimbo fuckdoll.    Her earlier advice about the milk was true: it really was dangerous.   It didn’t just soften lines, it softened the brain too.   “My Auntie and my boyfriend are happy with me just the way I am.”

“But it’s not up to them now, is it?” said Rachel.   “It’s what The Sisterhood wants that matters.”

“I guess so,” agreed Andy while silently planning to hold true to himself (and to Auntie and Will).   “So how do you know Danni was there?”

“I saw his helmet go on before they started spraying.    He’d already got boobies too.   They must pump the drones full of hormones.”

“Or just pump them?” mused Andy.

“Yes, possibly.   Either way, he won’t be active or functional now.  He’ll never be able to fuck me again,” she said with regret.   “Not now he’s a drone.”

“A drone?  What’s one of them?”

“A programmed sissy.  Totally helpless.   Permanently encased in latex.  Fed instructions and hypnotic music through their helmet.   That’s what you saw down there: The Sisterhood’s Drone Factory.   It’s where they take all the ‘difficult’ cases.”

“How do you mean, ‘difficult’?”

“Sissies who won’t comply.   Sissies who disobey instructions.   Sissies whom they don’t see as feminine enough.  Sissies who retain a bit of alpha.   They’re turned into drones.”

“But don’t drone bees mate with the Queen?” questioned Andy.

“They’re not like bees.  They’re Sisterhood Drones.   The Sisterhood’s drones have no ‘stingers’ and are solely there to serve the members.   They’re the lowest of the low.” said Rachel as they spilled out on to the upper landing where they’d started.  “I think sometimes they become pets.   Adoring little pussycats.   You must have seen some of them in the Library.”    Andy had.   There had been several at Knightley Towers.   He’d assumed it was just cosplay.   He hadn’t realised the more sinister side.

They were just parting when Madam Strap came down the corridor.  She caught sight of them holding hands and barked,  “Rachel, what are you doing in this  Wing again?   I’ve told you once before about coming over to this side.   You know what happens when you get mixed up with other boys.   Or is that your game?   Quite the little cock tease!”

“She was just advising me on my make-up,” interjected Andy.

“Thank you, but I think Rachel can answer for herself,” responded an annoyed Madam Strap.   “I thought after what happened yesterday that you’d have learned your lesson, Rachel.   I’ll make sure you have extra milk tonight.   Now get back to your station.”   

“Yes, Madam Strap.”  Rachel scurried across the landing past Madam Strap, swaying beautifully on her heels.

“She’s such an airhead,” said Madam Strap as Rachel’s heel clicks receded into the distance.   “Such a pretty thing but she’s become a real Valley Girl.   Now Andy, how are you doing?   Madam Vesperia speaks highly of you.   She recommends that you spend more time on the terrace tomorrow.”

“Oh!”  Andy gulped.   At least roasting under a maid’s dress or in a vac bed would be better than being turned into a drone like Danni.

“I’ll make arrangements.   I’ll get Rachel to help given you two seem to have bonded.   I just hope she doesn’t form a bond with you like she did with Danni.”

“What happened to Danni?” Andy asked naively.

“He’s having some retraining and repurposing.   I don’t think we’ll be seeing him again on the upper floors.   But I understand Madam Dark is planning to get a new cat next week.”

“Ma ….”.   Andy just managed to stifle his exclamation.   Madam Dark!   Could he ever escape that woman?

4.Elizabethan Miss

Madam Strap was true to her word.   Next morning she arranged for Rachel to dress him in the garden room.   And there was his nemesis: Madam Dark.     She hadn’t changed.    She was back in The Sisterhood and as vindictive as ever.

Rachel helped him into his dress while Madam Strap and Madam Dark watched.   She giggled as tucked him into his panties, struggling with his unruliness.  ‘Why did she have to be so damn attractive?’ Andy cursed to himself.   It was so embarrassing.   She might be a boy like him but he couldn't help himself.    His errant member did not go unnoticed by the Mistresses.   This boy was clearly going to need a double dose of evening milk or he would start causing trouble like that stupid Danni.

“Not all the way down Girl,” Madam Strap instructed Rachel as the maid knelt to fasten the zip on his mermaid length, latex hobble dress.  “Allow the Mistresses to see he is petticoated.”

While Madam Dark teased him, “Every trickle of moisture beneath your uniform, will be suffered with Pride.  For serving our Mistresses on the sun terrace is an honour.  Do not disappoint us Child.”

He was going to have another hot morning on the terrace.   He wondered who’d be fucking him in the afternoon.   It almost made him hope for Madam Vesperia, or even a junior like Madam Strap.   He had a nasty suspicion that it would be Madam Dark.

“I see you’re wearing hoop earrings,” said Madam Dark.  “I do like a boy in hoop earrings.   Don’t you, Madam Strap?   It shows that they know their place.”

“Quite,” said Madam Strap.

Andy knew it was going to be Madam Dark.   She’d staked her claim.

5.Terrace Pressé

Andy tried yet again to move.  It was no use.   The vac bed was serving its purpose well.   He was relieved when he was finally released and taken for a shower although wondering whose bedroom he was going to be taken to afterwards.  He stilled fear that would be Madam Dark but secretly hoped for Madam Vespera.   She’d been quite tender with him yesterday.

He was surprised when he was presented with black latex uniform to wear rather than be ushered to a bedroom in a towelling dressing gown.  The uniform was austere but elegant and all encasing.   At least his face wasn’t covered otherwise it would have been almost as hot as the vacbed.  He was taken to the Schoolroom for some ‘extra lessons’.

The lessons were not at all what he expected.  was made to  They weren’t more instruction about deportment or the role of a maid.    Madam Stern, his teacher had clearly been briefed by Madam Strap.   There were strict messages about the importance of secrecy: the Sisterhood had seen his appearance on ‘The Late Show’.   The existence of drones was classified.   The importance of sissy development and compliance was emphasised.  Andy was given bedtime reading and was going to be tested tomorrow.    There were going to be tears before bedtime.   Madam Stern was going to make sure of that.   

Meanwhile, in the other wing of the mansion, his fate was being discussed.

Continued in ‘Dirty Diapers Californication’

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On Patreon TodayWe catch up withthe former faceof B&K,now headof the Fem-Factorychain Rhys Jenneras he joins anotherblog favourite on thefamous BBC Red sofa.




Hi Everyone   Hope you are all super well.Let's not start with a moan, unless it is a well deserved moan and crack on  by catching up with where Andy and his Beloved Aunt Jane are.Those that saw this over on Patreon know Andy's latest dress left little to the imagination and it seems it is  a truth Aunt Jane is eager to keep secret from her beloved nephew.That is until he she's those pictures in the press tomorrow.XXXAndy

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On Patreon TodayA brand new pieceof art which has beencreated on the new paintprogram which allowsamazing integrationfor Characters.However what is more important is thatit puts Andy back in themiddle of Aunt Janes plansand from Andy's face andbody language it is clearshe has got another oneover him.


Hi Everyone    So where have you been? I hear you say, well yes I have been absent, not commenting and only preloading items on patreon and worse of all no Wednesday posty on here.Well I have had a holiday, not been away, can't afford that, but I have not been near this main computer in days, not touched any art creation or anything. I felt I was on the edge of burn-out with over work and creating, so many ideas and thing I want to bring to life,  so I stepped away and chilled out for a few days, did some gardening (Flower pots and tubs) met some friends for coffee, relaxed in the sun and let myself recharge and it has worked, I feel so much better and happier, so we are here and ready to go.  So how better to make a return than to share some classic Christeen, a few of which I do not recall ever seeing.  These are from Miss Kimmi's collection and I thank her from the bottom of my heart for seeing them to me and we have more stored up for next week too.Also I know Christeen  will be delighted to see them again too.  EnjoyXXAndy

4/8/25 - 2008 - Becoming "one of the girls" is sheer pleasure for sure for a once boy like Chris, who now loves life as a Miss. And the girls enjoy the various enhancements that Chris brings to the table. Sleepovers are a delight for all participants.  Debuted 4/29/22 right here on Andy Latex. 

2/20/16 - 900- First kiss on her cruise?
Debuted in 2015 on Carole Jean's Petticoat Punishment Art. This is one of my all time favorites.


March 2018 PDQ- 3/1/18- 1204- No boys here. Auntie definitely wants Chris as a little miss. Forever. As cute as Chris is, he will likely be readily embracing the feminine lifestyle that is his future. From the now defunct Petticoat Discipline Quarterly website that featured Christeen's art for 20 years.



5/10/19 - CJ Pink Walk- You will never walk alone in pink. Chris may not yet appreciate that pink is indeed his color. Virtually every lady is captivated by the pretty girl in pink.  This debuted in 2019 on Carole Jean's Pinterest blog, now all gone.


A little side bar, I love the way Christeen creates her art (I say creates, because we  live in hope) and this piece features a borrow from something in my own collection, the video of  which I think has been shared on the blog. If it has not let me know and I will post it next  wednesday for you.

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On Patreon todaysomething new and a little different.Someone is in troubleand the story is told in this amazing newcomic book.Just wish I had timeto write the real thing.





Hi Everyone   My god how could I have forgotten this, It was posted weeks ago on Patreon but in my fluster to control the new paint program I over looked it, what a crime.So  here is the full and completed version of the last time we saw Andy in pretty pink and know we know why he is looking a little flustered.
XXXAndy

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On Patreon TodayYes it's new art featuringour dear Andy and hisbeloved Aunt Jane.Taken me an age to getthe system workingbut I have just discovered a rather  neat trick.But that is forthe future,today it'sall about Ant and that rear view.


Hi Everyone   Welcome to Friday and that means the super world of Christeen. One of these was from Miss Kimmi, to whom I am indebted and I hope will return with more pick later and three from other sources.All are classic Christeen and all are welcome here.XXXAndy
From Kimmi
4/22/25- CJ Same Dress - Many a girl is jealous over how feminine and pretty Chris is as a Miss. It’s hard to imagine Chris ever being a boy.  This initially debuted on Carole Jean’s now defunct Pinterest board around 2019.

Hi Everyone,   Welcome to Wednesday with some wonder fun and games.Before we start, I have got the hang of the new paintshop programme and it is actually full of rather nice new additions which could come in very handy.  
So
First up, I need to report the Shiny Lens has picked up some wonders.Leading with the every gorgeous Amanda Holden.Captured whilst filming the latest of her Bafta nominated series on house renovation 
And Sally is still managing to keep her secret to herself, but not to the Shiny Lens.

And here is the proof because her secret was revealed by the insta-filter we installed a  few weeks ago and posted on Sallys own page.

Now.Since Andy and Aunt Jane checked out they have been travelling the world and our friend Amber has been there every step, chronicling their every step.This week we catch-up with them in Rome for fashion week and then jet off to China and Las Vegas .They must be clocking up those frequent flyer miles 





Whoever they may roam, we shall follow , thanks to Amber we will follow.

Lets go further afield .

Let us take a trip to Mars and believe me you are in for a  real treat because someone we all know and love is about to make her debut.

These are just getting better and better and I can not thank you enough Kitka for creating them an allowing me to share them. XX

And then......There was the ever amazing Skinnie Stallion

My Grandson Barbie

By

Skinnie Stallion

Agnes put her feet up, savouring the aroma of fresh coffee intermingling with the sweet scent of her Dundee cake starting to rise.  It was nice that Ethel was coming round for coffee and cake.   She would enjoy having a relaxed chat and introducing her friend to Peter.

It had been Sonia’s idea to send Peter down south to stay with Agnes for the summer.   It was his own fault.   It was obvious from his results that he’d not studied.  He’d not put in the work.  Maybe moving out of the Halls of Residence for his second year had been a bad idea.  The travel to lectures wouldn’t have helped.  His choice of rooms near the station had never seemed sensible.  Now term had finished, Sonia didn’t want him lounging around at home or going out to bars with old school friends.  And he could kiss goodbye to any thoughts of getting a holiday job and saving up to go to Ayia Napa or Ibiza.   He needed to stay focused on his Business Studies Course and be ready for resits at the end of the summer.   If he didn’t pass those, he could kiss goodbye to his third year in Newcastle.  

Sonia knew she’d be of no practical assistance herself; she’d just end up shouting at him if he didn’t study.   She had no head for figures, but her mum had been a successful businesswoman, which is why Agnes had been able to afford to retire to the south coast as well as helping out with some of Peter’s university costs.   Fortunately Peter had  always got on well with his Gran.  She might be a bit eccentric and have a rather wayward dress sense for a woman her age, but perhaps she could get him to see sense and help him with his studies.  It might not be much of holiday for Peter but he needed to knuckle under and work if he was going to avoid getting chucked out.   

Agnes couldn’t understand why Peter was having problems.   He’d always been a bright boy.   It had been his choice to study Business Studies.   She’d have preferred him to have studied something a bit more academic but he was adamant.  He ought to be sailing through the course.   The penny dropped for her during the first tutorial she’d given him.  The day after he arrived, she tried to explain ledger accounting to him.  When she started to use his bank statements to go through Debtors and Creditors she’d been dumbfounded.  There was more money in his account than she could believe.  Money had been coming in regularly throughout the last two terms.   Every week, he’d been depositing a thousand pounds or more in cash.   

At first she  wondered whether he had a job, but what job would pay that kind of money to an unqualified student?  The money definitely wasn’t coming from Sonia.   This was more money than Sonia was earning and it was being paid in as cash.   Agnes quickly dismissed her second thought that he had been stealing: the weekly amounts were too similar and regular.  Her suspicions were already forming.   She knew she had to confront him and get to the bottom of this.   And she also needed to teach him about compound interest: the silly goose was keeping all that money in his current account.  He needed a deposit account with a decent rate of interest.

“Peter, I need to talk to you about these, pointing to the columns of incoming payments,” she said as she leafed through the statements.  Peter began to shake as Agnes moved closer to him on the sofa.  He couldn't believe his stupidity in letting her see his statements.   He knew she wouldn’t let it rest till she found out the truth, and he wasn’t going to start lying to her.  He never had, and he never would.  “How have you got all this money?  It can’t be a job given the size of all the amounts.  Have you been doing OnlyFans?  I know some girls get a lot of money that way.  I guess boys can too.   But that wouldn’t come in as cash, would it?”

“No Gran.   Not OnlyFans.”

“Ok not OnlyFans but something similar?  Something on the internet”

“Not really.”   Peter trembled.  He wasn’t quite lying. He might have used AdultWork to get noticed initially but he’d taken down his profile as soon as word of mouth had started to spread.   He didn’t want any of his friends finding it.

“Ok, well what?”

Agnes’ jaw had dropped when Peter told her what he’d been doing in the afternoons and weekends when he should have been studying.    He might be an attractive young man and popular with the girls, but she knew well enough that he wasn’t the type of boy who was cut out to be a gigolo, as her generation knew male escorts.   It appeared that he had ‘friends’, as he referred to them, who visited or he called round most afternoons.  Friends who preferred him wearing a dress.   Men as well as women.  Some were clearly older ladiess, who liked taking a younger man in hand.

The silly goose.   If only he’d talked to her first.  At least he was still in one piece and hadn’t been physically hurt by his experiences although she expected he’d received some chastisement and rather firm spankings from a few of his friends, particularly the ladies. One lady had a particular penchant for collecting him on Friday afternoons to stay the weekend in her luxury apartment near Whitley Bay.  She kept him as her plaything and maid, returning returned him to his flat Newcastle  on Monday mornings still in his maid’s uniform.   No wonder he missed lectures on Monday morning, but he was being so handsomely remunerated for his services.

Agnes knew what she needed to do.   She called Bergman and Knightley immediately after she finished her tutorial.   Bergmans had called round to collect him that very afternoon, more than willing to oblige one of their Platinum Card holders.   One week later, she was looking forward to seeing what they’d accomplished.

At ten-thirty, the doorbell rang.  “Am I early?” were Ethel’s first words.

“Not at all, dear.  Perfect timing.   Come in.  The coffee’s just brewed.   Go through to the lounge and I’ll bring it through.  Cake?”

“Ooh, yes dear.”  Ethel sniffed.  “You know I love your Dundee cake.  Now what’s this surprise you’ve got for me.  I can’t believe it’s just the cake.”

The two friends had been talking for nearly half an hour when Agnes heard a van pull up outside.  The doorbell rang at precisely eleven. Bergmans were nothing if not reliable.  “I’ll get that,” said Agnes heading for the door.  “I’m sure that’ll be Peter.”

An attractive young girl was waiting outside.   Agnes noted that the white van was discreetly unmarked to avoid arousing neighbour curiosity, but the girl’s uniform of white blazer, black pencil latex skirt and heels immediately identified her as a B&K representative.   “Ms Elkins?   I’m Maya from Bergman and Knightley.  We have a delivery for you.   Are we Ok to bring him in?”

“Yes, certainly.   In the hall will be fine.”

The girl gestured to two well-built ladies in leather jackets, leather trousers and work boots who started to open the van’s rear doors.  “You may want to give us a few minutes while we bring him in and uncrate him.   We’ll clear away any mess.  If it’s OK, I’ll call you when he’s ready.”     Agnes was eager to see B&K’s handiwork but, maintaining her patience, consented.   He’d been away a week, another few minutes wouldn’t make much difference.   She’d only been back in the lounge for ten minutes when there was a gentle knock and a head poked round the door.   “All done,” said Maya.   “Please can you come and inspect him, and sign the delivery docket and invoice?”

“Certainly dear,” said Agnes, helping Ethel out of her seat.  They gathered beside Maya as the girl drew back a red sheet to reveal a blue and pink display box with art deco flourishes housing a life size doll.    Agnes heart leapt with joy as she saw what Bergmans had accomplished.   It exceeded her wildest dreams.   “He looks wonderful!” she exclaimed.

“Oh goodness,” squeaked an astonished Ethel.

“We went with your feminisation proposal, but given our new Barbie range, we decided to go the full Barbie with him and personalise the packaging for you. May I present to you your new ‘My Grandson Peter Barbie’ fully feminised, bimbofied and Barbiefied.” said Maya.  

“Ooooh!”  There were admiring shrieks of delight from Agnes and Ethel. 

“We turned him blonde for the full Barbie effect although his roots will need retouching in  a few weeks.   He’s wearing an off-the-shoulder, black latex midi bodycon hobble dress from our Rhys Jenner Boys Will be Girls™ range and a pair of B&K’s standard 5” heel courts.  I hope you approve.  Latex definitely suits him.  The packaging has a rear entrance, as does his dress, so you can present him to friends and guests and have lots of fun unboxing and unwrapping.   This is your remote.”  Maya proffered a small device towards Agnes but Ethel grabbed it like an excited child and started to press buttons. “As you can see, he’s been encased and lacquered with B&K’s Perma-Gloss™ Shell Finish so his make-up will never run, he’ll have a permanent shine and he’s stiff but fully poseable like any good Barbie doll.”

Agnes raised an eyebrow.  “Stiff?” she enquired.

“Oh, not there, of course.  His little thing’s encased in the Perma-Gloss™ shell and will stay small and limp however hard he tries and strains.”

“How sweet,” said Ethel.

“His shell finish has been padded and moulded to give him some cleavage and enhance his curves.   It’s quite rigid, although he can still feel sensations if he’s touched or caressed.”

“Or fucked?” interjected Ethel while pointing the remote at the box.  Peter’s eyelids started to flutter as his plug sprang into life.   This was so humiliating.   It hadn’t been so bad when it was the girls in the workshop playing with him, but not in front of his Gran and whoever this rather crude, old lady was.   Why hadn’t Gran told him that she shopped at B&K?  He loved going in their Newcastle store but only to browse.   It was only recently that he felt he had enough money to afford the items he hankered after.

“Yes, while fucked or fingered.   Obviously no lacquer has been applied in those sensitive, intimate areas so he’ll feel every stroke.  He just won’t be able to move himself, but you or any of his partners will be able to move his head, arms and legs like any good doll.  And adjust and open his mouth.   He can’t speak but he can still use his tongue.”   

“How sensible,” added Agnes, “but can he hear?  I do want him to be able to continue with his studies.”

As the tempo of his plug began to increase, Peter blinked and tried to catch his Grandmother’s eye to no avail.  He was full of regret for what he’d done during the last two terms.   He wanted to shout ‘Grandma, please, I promise to try harder at uni,’ but his mouth remained frozen in the same delicate ‘O’ from when he’d sucked the last of the B&K Boys just before being installed in his box and taken to the despatch bay.

“Yes, we followed your wishes,” continued Maya.  “He can still hear and see perfectly.   He can hear every word we’re saying now, and can move his eyes and flutter his eyelashes to communicate.   Our therapists and technicians have given him basic ‘speech’ training but his vocabulary is still quite limited.  You’ll need to learn them too if you’re going to understand him.   He currently knows:  ‘Yes’, ‘No’, ‘Please’, ‘Thirsty’, ‘Hungry’, ‘Poo’, ‘Piss’, ‘Bottom’, ‘Mouth’, ‘Plug, ‘Cock’, ‘More’, ‘Less’, ‘In’, ‘Out’, ‘Slow’, ‘Fast’, ‘Deep’, ‘Hard’, ‘Vibrate’, ‘Thrust’, ‘Stop’ and ‘Thank you’.   So, for example, ‘More cock’ would be fluttering his eyelashes fast then opening his eyes wide.  More words and phrases are listed in the manual if you are happy to train him.  I do hope that you are satisfied Ms Elkins.”

“He’s perfect.  I could not be happier dear,” said Agnes. 

“That buzzing seems to be getting louder,” said Ethel.

Peter’s eyes bulged as his plug sprang ramped up its intensity.   He wanted to squirm but was restrained by his rigid shell.  He knew he was already beginning to  leak.  He closed his eyes tight for a second hoping Maya would notice his request to stop.

“That’ll be his plug, Madam.  I think you’ve put it on to thrust.  Let me just reset him,” said Maya taking the remote from Ethel and pressing the Off button.   “I’m sure you don’t want to exhaust him or his batteries too early.”

“No,” agreed Agnes, taking the remote from Maya. 

“Or make him too sore,” Maya added.   “It is a rather large plug and it’s only there to keep him comfortable, content and always ready.”   

“Quite.   What size did you go for?”

Maya checked the paperwork.  “The workshop report says six inches and two inches diameter.  They found the smaller sizes were too loose in him.   He’s clearly been taking quite a lot of cock.  Well sized ones too.” 

“The naughty boy!” exclaimed Agnes with a smile of delight.   She felt so proud of her grandson.   He was clearly the boy she’d always thought he’d be, and living his dream.  The B&K ‘improvements’ would only enhance his development.

“Do you want to take him out to road test him?   We can go through the features and procedures for feeding and toileting.   Then we just need to complete the paperwork,” said Maya,  “and your warranty.”

“I’m sure everything will be fine.   We can talk through the features.  I don’t want Ethel getting over-excited again,” said Agnes giving her friend a hard stare.   “I’m very satisfied with what Bergmans have done and am happy to sign.”

“Excellent,” said Maya, holding out a document and a pen to Agnes.

Agnes examined the document.   She paused before signing.  “But the invoice says zero.  No charge.  I’m quite happy to pay.”

“Well, as one of Bergman and Knightley’s oldest …”

“Less of the old, dear, please,” interrupted Agnes.

Maya corrected herself: “As one of Bergman and Knightley’s most loyal customers, we thought you deserved this bonus, although there are some conditions we would like to attach.”

“What are they?”

“Given how he has turned out, we would like to use Peter over the summer as a display item in the store at weekends.   Would that be acceptable?”

“Certainly.”

“And given the issues you described when placing your order, I have consulted with our Newcastle store.  They are willing to accommodate him with their resident B&K Boys.   And he can have a weekend job in the store if you choose: that way you can stop his little escorting games and he can cover some of his accommodation costs.  Would that be acceptable?”

“Yes.”

“And if he graduates successfully and is well behaved, B&K will be happy to offer a pretty thing like him a permanent job.   On the shop floor at first of course, like all our trainees so that they understand the business,  then moving to the back office if he acquits himself well.  We wouldn’t want him to waste his degree.   But that’s only if he wants.   A lot of our B&K Boys are happy to stay on the shop floor, or be auctioned, or become part of our loan portfolio.”

“How perfect!” exclaimed Agnes, signing the document with a flourish.  “Are you happy with that Peter?”

Peter blinked twice.

“He says ‘Yes’,” said Maya.

“And will he get any cock?” asked Ethel.

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll be very well catered for.  Our B&K Boys may be feminised in looks, but many of them still have voracious appetites.    Between them, our B&K Girls and management in Newcastle, and our Platinum Card Customers, he should be kept more than happy while not neglecting his studies.”

“Are you happy with that Peter?” asked Agnes.

Peter blinked twice.  

“You promise to study this summer?”

Peter blinked twice again.

“Good.   Why don’t we go through and have some coffee while you take us through the features, Maya?   That’s if you have time.”

“Oh certainly,” agreed Maya.

“And please invite your delivery ladies to come in and join us.   I’m sure Ethel would like to get better acquainted with them.”

“Certainly.   I’ll just go and ask them to come in.”

Agnes and Ethel went into the lounge as Maya turned towards the front door.   Peter hoped that she would notice him as he narrowed his eyes, winked his left eye, and slowly fluttered his left eyelashes, before closing both eyes for a second.   

“You really are a naughty boy,” Maya  muttered.  “All that you cum you swallowed when you were in Packing must have whetted your appetite.  I’ll set you going when I’m in the lounge going through the manual and describing your all features to your Gran.   You are a lucky boy to have such a caring Grandma.  I’ll see you in eight  weeks when we pick you up for shipping to Newcastle before your resits.   We’ll leave it to the Newcastle gals to strip off your Perma-Gloss™ Shell, although I’m sure they and  their B&K Boys will want to have some fun first.   Please make sure you pass.   You’ll enjoy becoming part of the B&K Family.”

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Hi Everyone    So it was our birthday yesterday (the blog not mine) and we are now 15 years old.http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-start.html
 So I would like to take this opportunity not to brag about the blogs longevity but to thank you all for being so involved and active, I love this little community, its fun and caring and like the art I create , full of love. We need more of that these days.  So thank you all so much for being there and for supporting me on Patreon, which has been a genuine lifesaver for me.New art is on it's way for next week, but as it's a special day , lets spend it with two of my  favourite's who have been with us though our journey together.  Biggest hugs to you all,XXXAndy






So lets open it up and read some classic interviews with new additions.





 With the imminent release of her new movie adaptation of Tolstoy’s classic Anna Karenina, we took the chance to have a cup of coffee with it’s stunning star, British Actress Keira Knightly. However this being SmoothSlicknShiny it was not her stellar movie success which intrigued us most, but her blossoming modelling career as the face of legendary perfume house Chanel’s Mademoiselle and of cause those photos featuring the first glimpses of a very different Keira Knightley from the English rose we all grew up with.
SmoothSlicknShiny:  How did this epic leap from English rose to fetish queen come about?
Keira Knighley:  Fetish Queen! Oh f**k no. no I have a long way to go before I can claim that crown.
S.S.S:  So this is an on going thing?
K.K : Now don’t start.
S.S.S: Just testing, please do go on.
K.K :  Well when Chanel asked me to do the third series of commercials for Mademoiselle I was delighted. The first two had been such fun to do, they are very creative team and so I said yes almost there and then.
S.S.S: Was the theme clear from the outset?
K.K: The first meeting in terms of theme made it clear to me this was not going to be like the others in tone and they explained the title of the campaign was to be “Unexpected”. Which when you know the perfume, as I do, you understand. Mademoiselle is not what you expect, it is unlike the other classic Chanel perfumes, so it was this they wanted to bring over. To take the brand into a new area. I thought fine, that’s great, no problem. Then they mentioned the idea of fetish and I thought, “OK, well why not”, after all people have a fetish for many thing, shoes, underwear, anything really so why not perfumes.The word Latex though did come as a bit of a surprise and I admit I had an “Oh F**k?” moment.
S.S.S: Bit of a shock then.
K.K: Well it was not a shock as such, I mean Latex is not a underground as it once was, it’s just we have never crossed paths before and latex and rubber clothing was very much alien to me. I had worn leather before and I have a PVC Mac in the closet, but Latex? “F**K.” and for a few days I did think about backing out. However I realised I was in very safe hands, with a team I knew and trusted and after a while and a few more meetings and seeing the designs they had in mind, I felt a lot more confident and then realised there was a character there I had never worked with before. That’s what I do, as an actress. It is fun to find the character and i thought this would be a challenge. So that was it.
S.S.S: How did you prepare, did you do homework as you might for a film role?




K.K:. Yes very much so. As I said I had no experience of Latex before as an actress or model and so I
made a secret visit to one of the designers I would be wearing in the shoot in London. I say secret because I did not really want photos of me going to a fetish designer suddenly appearing in the press. Not that I would have been ashamed, but you know. I can imagine the phone calls from the family now. Anyway I had seen House of Harlots work modelled by British model Kelly Brook a few months earlier and thought there would be a good place to start and after two or three hours of talc and wriggling in and out of some very beautiful dresses and outfits i came to two conclusions. Firstly unlike me, Kelly has they perfect figure for latex and secondly and more importantly I quite liked it.
S.S.S: The words all fetish fans have been longing to hear.



K.K: Well maybe not liked, sorry folks, more, well, the feeling of Latex was not what I had imagined. I thought F**k this will be sticky and itchy and hot and well not much fun. So I was wrong there and that is why we do our homework. Yes it was tightly constrictive, yet I was surprised it allowed total freedom of movement, even in such things a good knee length skirt, yes you can feel the material fighting you, but it never impeded your movements. The other thing I never imagined and I do admit found rather sexy was  the sound, that popping, rustle, like nothing else.
S.S.S: It speaks to you.
K.K: Yes that’s right and nothing else is quite like it I that respect.
S.S.S: So a far more pleasurable experience than you had expected.
K.K.K:  PAUSE…..Yes, I would say it was, but what was more important and delightful was somewhere in all that heat and talc I found the character, fully formed. Elegant, cool, strong and dark, an independent minded woman who was happy to go her own way and show it And what did my friends at Chanel say?….. “You have described the perfect Chanel Mademoiselle ”. So F**k it, I was in.
S.S.S: How was the shoot?

K.K: In a word hot, In two words F**king hot. The trial run with House of Harlot was nothing to
getting under the studio lights in those outfits. I mean F**k me I was sweating like a horse. The outfit we shot in the white tiled room was so hot I could feel the sweat tricking into some very naughty. I think I was under the lights for 2 hours and in the outfit for maybe a hour before with dressing and polishing. Polishing there is the weirdest part of all, you wriggle your way in to these outfits, get them all lined up and comfy and then someone takes another 20minutes or so spraying you with polish and buffing you  up and can I ask you a question. Why can’t they just polish the parts the camera sees?
S.S.S: It is the way of it, any unpolished Latex would almost be a sin.
K.K: I get that and don’t get me wrong the effect was amazing, but f**k me do we have to polish every Millimetre. I mean my T*TS are small so do we really need to take so long.
S.S.S: Not fun then
K.K: Oh don’t get me wrong I had no problem with it from the hands on element. I have worked with Carla before so there was no problem with her getting up close, but f**K me I was just getting hotter and hotter. “How’s it going Keira?”    “Oh no worries Adam, Just having my A**s polished….again”.
S.S.S: Now I think for our readers I should say you are saying this with a very wide smile.
K.K: Oh yes, don’t get me wrong the shoot was a total laugh, especially when the room is still, you are ready to go, game face on and then with the faintest of movements your dress “Farts”. No it was a very nice experience.
S.S.S: You shot one image on the streets of London. Do tell us how that worked.

K.K: Oh that was in the House of Harlot business suit. We could have done it in the studio and matted the image over the background but Adam wanted it “live”. So it was a few weeks after the Paris shoot
we met back at HARLOT, but the problem is, Adam wanted a distinct London look, everyday, normal London, rain, bus, all that. So we got the rain no problem, a basic London street no problem, a London Bus…..Oh F**k. The bus route did not run past the shop so we could not just nip out into the street and shoot and nip back in. We had to go to the end of the road. So we got the bus timetable, right one very 5 minutes no worries. Got everything ready, which means me and when we got a call from Louise on the corner we would rush out to the end of the road, “snap snap” back in. Call comes “Go Go”, we all come out of the shop, me freshly polished, with a Mac covering the dress and run to the end of the road, just as a bus passes. S**T!. Do we go back?, do we stay?. You can’t trust the London timetable so we just waited……and waited….and waited. Then when one finally came we slipped the Mac off here we go…… and the Bus stops just short of us.
S.S.S: So there is Oscar nominated actress Keira Knightley standing on a damp street, wearing House of Harlot Latex, with a bus full of passengers looking down at you.
K.K: Not entirely, thanks to the umbrella I was able to hide a little. I mean with cameras everywhere these days that would have come out for sure. But it was fine in the end and I think it is one of my favourites.
S.S.S: Favourites. Which outfit?
K.K: Um, I liked the Harlot Business suit and the blue dress. Really classic and stylish.
S.S.S: Disliked?
K.K:  Oh that F**king red catsuit, to hot, to tight to F**king everything. Never ever again, there were pools of sweat dripping off me. I think I wore that for almost 5 hours because there was a problem with the lights. No not a favourite
S.S.S: Finally I believe you took something home?
K.K: Don’t get carried away now. Yes I did I have the heels from the white room shoot and the red latex Jacket from Polymorphe. Which I think will get a lot of wear.
S.S.S: And the skirt?
K.K: That would be telling.

But the smile on her face tells you all you need to know.

So with her Oscar tipped performance in Anna Karenina and a very provocative campaign for Chanel coming up I think we will be seeing much more of the gorgeous, if potty mouthed, Keira Knightley for years to come.
 Now where is my bus timetable?





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Andy

And now Emma

Hi Everyone,
   Please allow me a little indulgence as I set the scene.
 Smoked glass, gleaming chrome and elegant gold details. The warm atmosphere filled with the aroma of warm rubber. Whilst from every direction the click click of killer heels beat out their sensual tattoo on the polished black marble floor. Welcome to the offices of SmoothSlicknShiny, Another day at the heartbeat of sissy and latex fantasy had nearly reached an end, when in the other office, I can hear voices raised above the hush the of the usual sensual whisper. I look up, activate the auto de-smoking on my executive offices glass and stop dead. Now I have had many astonishing adventures from my time as a Maid, to experiencing a Vacbed, from being a very naked and very embarrassed party table
decoration (Bottoms up, hands off please) to being one "Yes" away from stepping full-time into a new life as a young woman, I have had a few "Dear Diary" moments, but now, right now I was looking at something I never imagined seeing in the flesh.
  With her dark hair, slicked back to highlight those famous and perfectly feminine features, dramatic eyes,glossed red lips and high polished cheekbones,

British Actress and modern style icon Emma Watson, in skintight blue Latex jeans and ruffled semi-transparent black Latex blouse is posing with cool elegance for our staffs cameras. For a long moment I am spellbound by both the glow of her casual charm and by just how petite she would be if it were not for the 6" black Patent heels. However I am as weak as anyone for a photo and like
everyone else I can't resist just one for a personal keepsake. After a few moments our chief roving reporter Amanda Keira appears and greets our guest with a kiss and hug of an old friend, words are exchanged, a clear compliment on Emmas style  brings a wide warm smile to the young beauties face and I can't help but notice the          similarities between Emma and Amanda K, both possess that Petite boyish frame, slim waist and long elegant legs and the similarities are even more so today as Amanda K's short  feminine Pixie crop is a perfect mirror of Emmas slicked back style. I am still gazing at our guest when they both turn and Amanda K, points the way to my office. Moments later I have the gorgeous Emma Watson warm hand in mine. My compliment on her stunning look is accepted with a cute angling of the head and  dazzling smile and I am in love..........
   Ladies and gentlemen This is the day we here at S.S.n.S  have been looking forward to. The first sit down interview with the woman at the heart of one of the nations biggest mysteries The Garmentia Latexium curse, Emma Watson. 

Emma WatsonThe Latexium Interviews

The world has followed her from budding 7 year old wizard, through her teens as she blossomed into one of the worlds most recognisable and as far as we here a Smoothslicknshiny are concerned, most beautiful women in the world. But in the past few years Actress Emma Watson, has been in the public eye for a very different and bizarre reason. A curse spoken in jest by a colleague has condemned the young Brit to the fate of having some or all of many outfits she wears transforming into polished smooth and slick Latex rubber. It is a phenomena we here at Smooth Slick
N  Shiny have followed closely and now for the first time we are delighted and proud to welcome  the gorgeous Actress, Model, Style Icon and activist Emma Watson to our offices to finally lay to rest some of the mystery and rumours surrounding this very pubic embarrassment.

Amanda Keira….Hello Emma

Emma Watson……..Gosh what a welcome, thank you thank you so much, that is very kind, Wow and thank you for having me here. What a wild place.

A.K……It is a little full on round here I grant you, I hope everyone has been behaving themselves.

E.W…… Everyone has been very kind thank you. I took a quick tour and now I have my Tea and biscuit I am ready to go

A.K …. So Lets start with a straight question. As you probably are aware, we here at S.S.n.S think you never look short of amazing in Latex . But, Emma Watson, How is it for you?

E.W……(Breaking into a wide and embarrassed smile) Well in a word, Hot. Hot and very sticky and really whenever I see photos of myself in one of these Latex outfits, I can’t help but cringe. I mean it’s completely embarrassing. I just look wrong. Some people can look amazing in it. My friend and your name sake Keira Knightley did a campaign for Chanel a few years back, which featured some Latex outfits
and she looked amazing and I always think Kelly Brook looks great and recently Kylie Minogue did a tour with Latex costumes and she looked fabulous, but when I see myself…. I just look….funny. Even this outfit. It may, by the curses standard, be quite conservative but….but it is just feels so wrong. I mean this morning it was a black silk blouse and simple Blue Denim Jeans, now though it is still black over blue, it is wrong.

A.K…So the curse simply turned the outfit you put on this morning into Latex.

E.W….It Added a few ruffles here and there and pretty much shrunk the Jeans by a size, but yes more or less a straight swap.

A.K….. Might I take this opportunity to bring up a question from one of our readers. Sorry for being quick in here but, what effect does the curse have regarding Underwear.

E.W….. Oh my gosh, um. Well it is always affected. Sometimes changed and sometimes……. Lets say de-constructed.

A.K….You mean it …..

E.W……Erases it yes and regarding this outfit for example? I was wearing underwear this morning. However I think, by the rather sticky feel of it…., I am not wearing underwear anymore.

A.K…. I am sure there is a follow up question to that but right now it has slipped my mind.

E.W…... (With a wide brilliant smile) Next Question.

A.K…… You see I was going to be all cool and snappy and ask such deep questions.

E.W…. Please just ask.

A.K…… You have worn Latex to some pretty high profile events. Some people would say  there must be some willingness on your part to comply with the curse or else Why does she  not just change her outfit.

E.W…. Well I can assure you the only compliance I give to the curse is a grudging one. I would rather it created “wearable” outfits than risk its developing a more extreme choice of fetish style. But as for the point about removing it, I could and did for a few weeks just strip the Latex and put on another outfit, however  this would also become affected and usually in less conservative fashion. It also raised the risk of the event taking place whilst in a public place, a photocall, press conference, red carpet and I would again rather the curse did its thing in private, so if there ever was an outfit too outrageous to wear, I could just hide away.

A.K…. So you don’t bother removing a Latex outfit now, You just accept it.

E.W…… Oh no, not accept at all, but the simple reason is I can’t. For example, this outfit, believe me if I could I would at least open a few button, but you see where when I put my blouse and Jeans on everything was normal, the moment the curse took over the buttons all became fake, as did the belt and the Pants Zipper. I can’t remove it. It has sealed me inside and that is what happens with very much all the outfits now, it fashions some form of clasp or closing which can not be opened until it deems fit and that is why at times I may appear to some, a willing fetishist.

A.K…… But you are not affected at every moment. Again a readers question. What about at home, away from the spotlight.

E.W…. Very much the same, I am always wearing some form of Latex, be it outerwear or underwear. As you have reported before I can appease the curse by wearing self bought Latex, such as Panties, but that is not always a guarantee of protection. The only real way to halt the curse is by wearing Leather, so my Leather collection is quite large.
A.K...... What a thought.........but what about at night
E.W..... Again the curse will transform anything I wear.
A.K..... If I may. There was a myth about your bed linen being transformed. True or false?
E.W...... True in fact. Actually it was quite scary .Um...I had gone to bed, kind of naked, hoping nothing would happen and awoke with the sheets and pillows tightening down about me, until I could not really move much. 
A.K..... Like mummifying
E.W......Not really. It turned out the top sheet and the bottom one had melted into one, so I was in this kind of weird Latex envelope with my arms trapped inside and just my head poking out resting on a Latex pillow. After that I just let the curse do its thing. I can put up with a Latex nightdress better than a full Latex bed.

Here is pert two of the converstaion, this part was taken from an interview we at S.S.nS did with Emma some months later.
S.S.n.S…Let me ask you a straight question. Who cast the spell?

E.W…….Straight answer……Jo

S.S.n.S….You mean as  in J.K? However did that happen?

E.W…….. I must say she has been really upset over it and has really been very helpful in trying to reverse it, coming up with all kinds of strange variations. It was a total accident, we were sitting on set and in the newspaper was a photo of Lady Gaga in this outrageous latex outfit and we were joking about how she got into it and I said Magic and Jo said…. Well you can guess. It was as simple and as stupid as that, those words and a simple pat on my knee.

S.S.n.S…. Did it take effect straight away?

Emma Watson appears on the "Today show" in Latex dressE.W….. Not I think for a few months, I had been noticing a faint rubbery smell in the air for a while, but the first manifestation came during the first promo work. I think it was for the Today show in New York. That was a real shock. I could not believe what was happening, It was thirty Minutes before I was due on air. I was in the car going from the hotel and suddenly, as I have said, smelt this rubbery smell and then, the dress I was wearing just, well, turned into rubber. It shrank and tightened and I remember saying to Claire my aid something was wrong, she looked, I think we both screamed and well, now we are minutes away from national U.S TV. What do I do?

S.S.n.S…..Cause the internet to melt for oneE.W…..Did I cause that?

S.S.n.s….Totally. The pics of you, looking cool calm and stunning raced around the world, Here was Emma Watson, Hermione Grainger, on national America TV casually wearing a skintight Latex rubber dress, Latex rubber for god sake. I think the reason the world did not go insane about it was that, with your new Hair it was seen as a signal that you were not Hermione and that this was the real Emma Watson, take it or leave it. I think the world applauded you.

E.W….. The curse from that respect has helped me to step away, I just wish it had been a little less…..sudden.

 S.S.n.S…You speak as if it was deliberate. Do you think the curse is sentient, do you believe it knows what it is doing?

E.W…..Yes, I believe so. It is not some wildly random thing, it is totally calculating. It understands my moods and feeling and by it’s actions can exert a control over me.

S.S.n.S…..How so?

E.W…… At it’s most basic. If I relax and accept its will  if you were, It creates something in keeping with that mood, a subtle or a more modest transformation. Where as if I am upset or petulant the curse will react with a more embarrassing style.

Emma Watson in what she describes as a modest skintight Latex sheath dressS.S.n.S….It is crazy to think that Latex can be modest. However we in the circle understand that it really can be. I especially recall the pewter ….

E.W….. Sheath dress, I wore to the Bafta awards, yes. That was, at first, a classic black Chanel, modest and simple and what it became was still modest and simple, yet now skintight and Latex. I must admit I did freak out a little with that dress, It was astonishingly tight and very very hot and I did so want to get it off, but there was no seam, no clasp, nothing, It was on me and I was in it and that was that. I thought about pulling out but it was an important year with Harry Potter ending and Jo receiving a special award so I desperately wanted to go. I remember turning in the mirror a dozen times, fearing how unforgivingly tight it was and we were back to the underwear issue again, but then I realised it was fine, unorthodox but totally modest and revealed nothing. It was only an hour after the event, that Claire noticed a tiny Zipper appear at the back of the neck and off it came without a fight. Yes the curse is very much a living, thinking thing.   It is also a very embarrassing thing, for at that moment our poised ans polished guest lets out a gasp, stifled by her hands covering her mouth. The reason for this and the subsequent collapse into giggles? A crossing of her legs, a shift in her seat and the air, warm and moist beneath the Latex escapes in a classic Latex Fart.

E.W…. Oh my gosh that was so not me, rather it was but you know, I am so sorry. I’ve been in these Pants now for a few hours and things are getting a little sticky in there. Where were we? Well infact this is a good example, I was really happy to come here today, so the curse, merely transformed what I was wearing, blue jeans and black blouse, Blue Latex Jeans, Black Latex Blouse. Where as if I had been petulant about it it might have created something embarrassingly short or fetishy.

S.S.n.S….Embarrassingly short. That brings us to the picture.

E.W…. Aw my Gosh. No, I have never seen that before. Oh my Goodness that is tiny. Am I inside that dress trying to get out or outside trying to get in.
S.S..n.S.... We believe this is the only shot of you in this dress, it was taken rather quickly but  it is quiet a stunning image.
Emmas' total embarrassment was saved by some very fortunate lightingE.W..... Thank you, I think. My goodness. Well it illustrates what I mean about my mood and how it effects the curse. I loved the dress I had chosen for that evening, so when the curse decided to mess with it I was rather annoyed and to be honest threw quite a hissy fit.Claire my long suffering PA told me to calm down and that we had an alternate dress, but I was really upset and the more upset I got the tighter and shorter the dress got.
S.S.n.S.... So the original was more modest?
E.W..... Very much so, a lot longer and a more solid bronze colour, Quite a nice dress if it had not been made of Latex rubber. but like I have said, I knew any alternate dress would be effected too, so I just said right, OK if that is what it wants lets give it and just stomped out in front of the cameras, hands on hips, without introduction, sort of "Well here I am then" and caught everyone but you by surprise.
S.S.n.S ......Hard to imagine Emma Watson stomping anywhere, but I see what you mean by it effecting the dress.
E.W..... From the moment I left Claire, to stepping out, the dress had gone up even more and it was not until I saw the reflection in one of the doors that I realised it had taken on that smoky transparency and of cause no underwear. So the moment I felt that cool air down there I was gone like a shot and back away from the cameras.That was apart from yours of cause.
S.S.n.S..... An embarrassing lesson
E.W...... Very, but it has in a way it has taught me to respect the curse and understand its' actions.

Emma for LANCOME, proving the curse has it's blessings
Thanks to Emma for her charm , warmth and generous time.
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