His Aunt Nicole

[Simonssister]

Chapter 248.

They had passed through a curtain which had fallen into shreds behind them, as through it had never existed.  There was no going back.  Without the prurient impositions of Diana and Eleanor it may never have happened, but that wasn’t important.  They both knew they weren’t really gay, and they jibbed at Eleanor’s whispered “sissy-boys”, though they could understand her justification in saying it.  But they felt no guilt or shame, and when they were finally released from their bondage, and had stretched and exercised for a minute or two, they looked at each other and grinned.
“Wow, Bobby
that were intense, yeah?”
“What a pervert you are, Tim.  I should have realised that four years ago.”
“If I am one, so’s you
”
“Yeah, I know
”

It was on the surface a simple relationship, but after all the years they’d known each other there was a lot more under the surface.  Tim had had a crush on his friend since secondary school, and whereas such childish affection between boys normally fades as the girls grow and become more appealing, in this case Bobby actually possessed more feminine allure than they.  Moreover he depended on Bobby in many ways, for comradeship, for loyalty, for guidance in life.  He respected Bobby’s intellectual powers, and relied on him to help him make the right decisions.  Reciprocally, Bobby liked Tim for his openness, his honesty, his habit of saying what was in his mind, his total lack of filters – the absence of the “persona”.  This he regarded as a rare psychological strength, and it was backed up by Tim’s physical strength, which had been Bobby’s protector on several occasions when others sought to exploit his delicacy.  But there was more to Bobby’s feelings than a mere objective regard for Tim’s masculinity; the feminine element in his psyche also responded emotionally.  Their affection was mutual, as was the inclination to express it physically.

“We’re leaving, boys,” smiled Diana, and she and Eleanor put away the last aids in the special cupboards and locked the doors.  “Full marks for what you did today.  It opens up all sorts of possibilities
”
“We heard something about a dress, Bobby
” remarked Eleanor.
“Yeah,  That a way down the line, though.  Cynthia’s still working on the design, I believe.”
“What do you think about that, Timothy?”
“Yeah, well, if ‘e wants to wear dresses, let ‘im.  Suit ‘im, I reckin
” he said, evasively.
“Hmm
” was Eleanor’s only reply.

They were in a mess.  The parlour was in a mess.  They were wondering how to start, when Ellie arrived.  She took one look at them, and another at the floor, and burst out laughing.
“What’s been going on here?  Boot parlour?  Looks more like a milking parlour!  Look at the state of you two.  And why are your lips swollen like that
?”
The boys looked at the ground.
“Well, never mind,” she said, suspiciously.  “Just go get showered and changed.  I’ll mop up here.  Go on.  Off you go.”
“Thanks, Ellie
”
“Yeah, fanks
”
“Oh, and by the way, Saturday.  Tim, you have one customer in the afternoon, by yourself.”
“By meself?”
“Yes.  Phillipa.  She’s new so it would be intimidating to have both of you together.”
“Why me?  Why not
”
“We drew lots.  You lost.  Don’t look like that, please.  It’ll be Bobby next time.  So Bobby, you’re free.  May wants to take you out somewhere.  She’ll come pick you up at lunchtime.”
“Where does she
”
“No idea.  It’s a surprise, I think.  Okay?”
“Sure
”

When she’d finished  she paid a call on the girls.
“I don’t know what That Murchison woman and her friend had them doing, but they looked like they’d spent a night in a brothel!  I’m telling you, May.  It’s true.  There was c-um all over the fronts of their shorts, all down their legs and all over the floor.  And they both had swollen lips, like they’d been snogging – I mean serious snogging!  So you may want to give them a break from their, you know, education, tonight
”
Jessica and May looked at each other.
“Do you think
?” began Jessica.
“Well they weren’t snogging the ladies, cos I met them earlier when they were coming down the path.  Giggling a lot, but quite unruffled.”
“Then they must have been
”
“They must.  We’ll get it out of them.  That would be so cute
”

They went down straight after work.  Sure enough, the boys seemed rather low-key.  Happy, but for them, rather quiet.  May opened the conversation.
“So
  How was work today?  We were really busy.”
“Fine, May
  Yeah, fine, eh Tim?”
“Er, yeah
  Fine
”
“So were you busy?”
“Oh, quite busy
”
“Yeah, sorta quite busy
”
They were getting nowhere.
“I ran into those two women from the committee
what are their names?  Murkyditch and Bowson or something?  Coming from your direction.  Was it them?”
The boys exchanged glances.
“Oh, yeah, I fink so
”
“You think so, Tim?  Don’t you know?”
“Oh, Tim doesn’t know them very well
”
“But they were here before.”
“Were they?  Oh, yes, they were.  Weren’t they, Tim?”
“Guys – cut the crap,” interjected Jessica.  What happened?  Come on, spill it.”
The girls, by means of endearments and threats, they extracted the truth bit by bit.  They even insisted on inspecting the crime scene, and forcing the boys to duplicate their positions.  What the boys didn’t mention was the snogging.
“I always thought those two were perverts,” said Jessica, delighted, “but imagine dreaming up that sort of scenario.”
“It must have been planned for when they were building the place,” said May.  “Which means Miss Poole was also the instigator.  The entire committee must be in on the whole thing!”
“Did they take any photos?”
“Photos and videos,” admitted Bobby, reluctantly.
“Oh my god, they’re all going to be leching over them!” cried May; adding, “wish we could see them
”
“So boys,” said Jessica, slyly, “how did your lips get all swollen, then?”
“What?”
“Ellie told us, when she found you, your lips were swollen.  How come?”
“I
  No they weren’t
  She must have
  I mean, everything was swollen, cos of being in that position
”
“Bobby, tell the truth.  Ellie knows all about snogging – no-one more so.  So admit it.  You snogged each other.  You were forced to, I get it.  But that’s the truth, isn’t it?”
Their faces were enough admission.
“Show us how you did it.”
“Yeah, come on.  We want to judge how good you are.  Don’t be so shy.  Afterwards you can snog us.”
Eventually the boys gave in, and, sitting side by side on the sofa, exchanged some half-hearted pecks. 
“What’s that?” asked Jessica, incredulously.  “Tim – you know how to kiss.  Now kiss Bobby how you did earlier.  Or I’m leaving.”
“Oh, fer fuc-k’s sake
”
He grabbed Bobby in both arms, put a hand behind his head, and gave him a Timothy Painyer one-minute special. 
“Satisfied?” he asked, coming up for air.
“Bobby is, anyway,” remarked May, looking at her boyfriend’s dazed face and tousled hair.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 249.

Saturday lunchtime, the boot parlour.  Bobby in his civvies, Tim in full uniform, butt-plug set to zero – to avoid startling Phillipa – sulking quietly that he had to stay and work whilst Bobby went off having fun.
“Where you goin’ anyway?”
“No idea, Tim.  Some sort of surprise, May said.”
“Well fink of me slavin’ away ‘ere while you’re enjoyin’ yerself, won’t you?”
“The image won’t leave my mind for a second, I promise you.”
“Yeah right.  Now shove off before I kick yer out
”
With which fond farewell, Tim disappeared into the waiting-room on the way to check all his equipment was ready.  A moment later May walked in.
“Ready, Bobby?”
“Yes.  You’re not going to tell me
”
“No.  You’ll find out.  You’ll be happy – I think.”

It was half an hour’s drive.  As they pulled into the estate, Bobby twigged.
“Fantastex!  Why are we here today?”
“Cynthia has something for you.”
“Not my dress?”
“Not the dress.  But a dress, at least.  It’s as much a surprise for Tim as for you.”
“Wow.  That’s cool.  Do you know what it’s like?”
May parked outside the Fantastex building, an unostentatious single-story affair that had years ago been a manufactory of cardboard boxes, and still sported frosted windows along one side.  The front, though, had long clear glass pains and a colourful sign in puffy letters.  They climbed out of the car and entered.
Daphne was on reception as usual, sitting behind a till, on the phone to a customer.
“Yes, Wednesday.  Come early if you can – we get busy after about eleven.  I’ll tell Cynthia about the modifications.  Yes.  Yes.  Thanks, Mrs Cooper.  My pleasure.”
She put down the phone and smiled at them.  “You’re Bobby, aren’t you?”
“Yes.  This is my friend May.”
“Nice to meet you.  Cynthia’s in her office.”  She pointed.  “Follow the wall and you can’t miss her.”

May led the way, taking her time and taking in the racks of latex outfits, catsuits, dresses, all sorts of things, with great interest.  They spotted Cynthia sitting at her desk in a utilitarian alcove lined with grey filing cabinets and swatches of latex.  She jumped up when she saw them.
“Bobby!  You made it.  And you must be May.  Nice to meet you.”
“And you, Cynthia.  I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Good or bad?  Never mind, I don’t care.  Now, Bobby, I understand from May here that you and your colleague Tim are interested in finding you a dress.  Right?”
“Well, yes
  But I thought it was still in the design stage
”
“Oh, it is.  I should say, they are
  But we have so much stock, I’m sure I can find you something for now.  Blue satin, is it?”
“Er
yes
”
“Your choice, or
”
“Tim’s,” grinned May.  “He thinks Bobby’ll look nice in blue satin and white tights.  I think he’s probably right.”
“Me too, Bobby – though you’d look good in anything.  But I’ll tell you what we’re going to do.  As a surprise for Tim, we find you the clothes, yes, but we’ll also give you a complete makeover.  So when you go back to the Centre, you can give him the surprise of his life
”
“Really?”
“Oh yes.  You wait.  I’m as excited as you are.  You’re going to make such a pretty girl.  May?  We’re going to need your advice.  Let’s go into the back and finds the outfit first, then I’ll introduce you to Trish.  She’ll take care of everything else
”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 250.

It took Cynthia less than ten minutes to find a plain blue satin dress which fitted.  The matching panties, tights and shoes were no problem.  May rather coyly mentioned the pink latex panties.
“Oh, naturally he should have some latex,” smiled Cynthia.  I’ll find some him very fine light ones he can wear under the satin ones – okay?”
“Perfect, thank you, Cynthia.  Tim could hardly ask for more.”
“We’ll give him a padded training bra.  He’s coming on, but I guess it’ll be a while yet.  I’ll box up a handbag and some little spandex gloves as well, in case he goes out somewhere posh.  Now, come with me and let’s see what Trish has in mind.”
Trish turned out to be a rather cool-looking young lady with short dyed blonde hair, multiple ear-piercings, dressed in torn jeans and a black vest, and with tattoos of Japanese warriors on both arms.  She looked at Bobby critically.
“Blue satin party dress, puff sleeves, white tights,” said Cynthia, matter-of-factly.
“Traditional,” said Trish.  “Cute.  I get it.”  In that case I’d suggest a tint.  Blonde and blue – too predictable.  Maybe some extensions?  Pale eye shadow, subtle makeup.  I’ll need to see the dress.”
“I’ll have it sent in.”
“Okay.  Let’s go, mate.”
“Can I watch?” asked May.
“Please yourself.”
“Do you mind, Bobby?”
“No.  I’d feel better if you were there.”
So she followed Trish and Bobby through a back door, leaving Cynthia smiling after them. 

The makeover took over an hour.  First Trish found a pair of light brown extensions which she said would suit him, they washed and tinted his hair to match.  She dried his hair and attached the extensions, shaping and pinning and texturizing so his real hair and the extensions looked as one.
“I’m using clip-ins, which I wouldn’t normally do, but I understand he may need to take them off for work.  They’ll still look good, don’t worry.”
She finished with mousse and a big blue ribbon that went perfectly with the party-style of the dress.  Then she did his nails with a pale blue translucent polish, and did his makeup – subtle eye-shadow, mascara and lip-gloss.  She gave him a spray of scent, and he was done.  She gave May a bottle of the same scent.
“Here – pop this in his handbag.  Cynthia’s already put in a little makeup set and a couple of bangles, I see.”
May couldn’t take her eyes off him.  To all intents and purposes, he was a girl.  The tension between his appearance, and the knowledge he was actually a boy, affected her quite profoundly.  She felt a physical pain, in her chest, a sort of yearning – but for what, or why, she couldn’t say. 

They left hand in hand.  As she drove, she kept taking peeps at the happy person sitting next to her. He was ecstatic.  The satin dress was so light and crisp, the feeling of his shiny nails and glossy lips so exciting, he couldn’t stop talking, eulogising about Fantastex, and speculating about what other dresses may be in the pipeline.  He looked so pretty, May considered pulling off into a lay-by and snogging him.  But she didn’t want to muss his perfect makeover, so she resisted the temptation.  “Later,” she thought.  Since Tim would still be working, she stopped at a cafĂ© a couple of miles from the Centre, and they sat there chatting for some time.  The only people that noticed them were a few young guys – who all seemed more interested in Bobby than in her.  “If only they knew,” she thought, with a smile.  “Tim’s gonna have a heart attack!”

When they finally got back to Pitt’s Wood, she took him down the back of the new stable block, so no-one would see them.  Before they went in, she took one photo of him posing outside the boot parlour, beaming with delight.  It was her favourite snap of all time