Unfinished story

Hi Patrons

  As promised, i Have some unfinished stories and ideas on file, which I am happy to share.

This was an unformed idea, kind of notes and paragraphs, badly edited and full of poor grammar,  which I have quickly shaped for posting here.

  It is still a cute little read though.

XXX

One day

Not cold are you sweetheart, Jane asked, her soft tender hand resting on is arm.

 “No Aunty, I am fine” the young man replied

“Are you sure, I mean you have been so patient in that towel, I never realised how long we had been here. I think it was what about 11 this morning and now its, gosh that’s seven hours and that is not including our having a shower and stuff first”. The beautiful woman, maturely elegant and  stylish, patted her nephews knee and smiled. “Thank you darling,You have been such a patient boy, nearly done”

  The young man shifted slightly in hius seat, rearranging the small towel with covered him as his Anut reached for the little pink bottle beside him. 

  “I think this is the perfect colour for you, its nice and soft, but still very pretty and feminine. Now we’ll give your lips and couple of coats of this and then a nice gloss over top to seal it in, Tha way it will be fresh all day”.

 The young man tilted his head, “But…but I have football practice this afternnon Aunty, It’s a cup gane and I need too…”

  “No darling”, Jane cut in, her warm hand resting softly on his arm enough to silence him “The only practice you need is on your new heels. I told you darling, head to toe, all weekend. I wasn’t kidding”.

  The young man, with the fresh satinised skin, nodded, Oh he remembered his Aunt telling him so, but had hoped maybe, just maybe she had changed her mind. 

All she was doing was applying lipstick, yet Jane loved this moment, every time she performed this simple act, she had chills of delight. However It was not just the fact she was applying it in delicate strokes to her beloved nephews full and feminine lips, after all it was something they had secretly played at since he was seven years old, however it was to look in his eyes as she did so. Impossible to describe it seemed a combination of fear and love, confusion and utter delight. So much so that on occasion it was enough to stop Jane in her actions and make her just gaze back into his eyes, a moment of love passing between them in the most innocent of ways. Jane smiled, smiled with her whole face, her eyes, sparkling and clear expressing just as much as her deeply glossed lips. “I don’t think I could ever get tired of this” she whispered “All the things I will do”

They had played dress up so many times, yet as he gazed at his reflection Andy knew this was different, not just that she had said all weekend, that was head spinning enough but the image in the mirror was too perfect. It was him, he recognised himself, it was not a mask of make up, yet, yet it was a different him, the eyes were his, but now they were brighter, bigger, his lips were his, the same full lips his Aunt had always told him not to be embarrassed of, that girls everywhere would envy, but now, highlighted in their soft feminine shade of pink, they hung differently heavy ,parted, their texture that of liquid, smooth wet and shiny. As smooth and shiny as his nails, Aunt Janes words of “reassurance” that they would not come off without help confirmation of his understand that this wan no longer just playing dress up.

Placing the tiny mirror to one side, Jane stroked her fingertip gently under her beloved nephews chin, raising his sparkling, uncertain eyes to hers. “Hello”, she smiled lovingly. “What a pretty thing you are and as you have been such a good boy, I have a very special present for you”.

To Jane,the recognition of Andys face was clear and instant. The glossy patent vinyl pants she held before him were just like the ones in her room, the ones which he had been unable to resist, the ones he had been caressing when she found him, all those years ago.

  And as before ,his delicate fingers where drawn to the ultra smooth material, gliding over it in an almost trance like caress, transporting his mind back to that warm summers evening and to the softly whispered promise from his beloved Aunt. The promise that one day he would wear them for her.

“Oh What?” Jane giggled as her nephew gasped and clung to the towel.  “Now don’t be silly Andy, there is nothing there I haven’t seen before”

  “But I can put them on Aunty, They are only trousers”, the young man half begged, his grip loosening.

   “I know you can darling, but I want to put them on you and besides there is not a lot of stretch in them so they are going to be a little tight. Which means you will need a little help getting things nice and smooth”.

With that the towel came away and Andy’s blush deepened still

“Heavens they are tight, maybe it would have been better buying the lined ones, or used a little lube. Ok Honey wiggle a little for me. No don’t worry about that you will smooth out once the pants are on, I will take care of that, you just wriggle for me. Good boy, there we go”.

 Despite Janes softly purred words of encouragement and her gentle caress of his foot, as the heels slipped on, Andy could feel the same dread he always felt. There was something about the idea of wearing such totally feminine things that scared him. He knew the effect they had on his body, on the way he stood and moved, how his posture became feminine, his movements elegant and measured. Most of all though he dreaded them because he wore them well, without difficulty as if born in them, however these new shoes were different, when he had opened the box and held them in his hand, he had gasped, the heels were the highest he had ever seen and thinner than he ever imagined possible. Aunt Jane had been right, these were like no other shoe he had ever worn, these were special, the very panicle of sensual femininity, these were Louboutins and they were his.

“You have not wobbled once on your heels darling”. Jane smiled 

The reason was simple, Andy had totally forgotten he was wearing them and the reason was both his Aunts closeness and the cool softness of the fine silk blouse into which she was oh so slowly buttoning him. He gazed down as with dextrous skill her polished fingertips manipulated each pearl button into place until, with a final gentle stroke of the silk blouse, she whispered, “All done. Good boy”.

Jane felt her nephew settle back into her arms as she enfolded him, drawing his close, wrapping him safely in her perfumed embrace.

“ We are going to have such fun together. I will take you to so many places, show you everything the world has to offer and every day I will teach you more and more, you will become so much more than a girly boy, my pretty nephew, you will become beautiful and glamorous and elegant and …….. sexy. Yes when the time is right I will teach you so much more