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The Holiday of a Lifetime by Susan Kershaw Part Two Tony was alone when he awoke next morning. He could hear his aunt moving about downstairs and began to wonder if last night had been a mistake. How would she react when she saw him? Would she regret the whole thing? Would she send him away? Doubts coursed through Tony's mind like a stream running over a weir. The more he pondered on recent events, the more the more he began to think that it had been foolhardy of him and Aunt Sybil to embark on the journey they had started. Wonderful as that journey had been, had it been the right thing to do? Should they have been more cautious? Tony really didn't know. He knew he had had the most exciting week of his life and he also knew the genie was out of the bottle as far as him and Aunt Sybil were concerned. Nevertheless, the whole thing felt strangely surreal to him, and somehow, a voice in the back of his head was telling him to stop being silly and get back to the real world where he was a boy and not a girl. He laid in bed with these conflicting thoughts going round in his head, putting off the moment when he would have to go downstairs and face Aunt Sybil, but after an hour he realised he could postpone the event no longer. Getting out of bed, he suddenly realised he did not have any of his boy's clothes to wear, but quickly reasoned that if he was going to go back to his old way of life he could at least have the pleasure of wearing a pair of knickers one last time, so he slipped on some satin mules, a pair of panties and a negligee and ventured hesitantly downstairs. As Tony reached the bottom of the stairs he could hear Aunt Sybil in the kitchen, so gingerly making his way towards the sound he hesitated nervously for a moment before tapping gently on the door. The call came for Tony to enter and he pushed open the door to see Aunt Sybil standing in the centre of the room resplendent in a stunningly sexy, full length nightdress in ivory and gold, that shimmered in the light as she moved. The lace edged bust showed off her breasts in all their beauty. Tony could see her nipples standing proudly underneath the silky material and her hourglass figure was shown off to full effect by the way the material clung to her body. Over the nightdress she wore a matching negligee that also shimmered with her movements. Peeking out from her fluffy mules, her painted toenails tantalised Tony and he fleetingly mused about how he would love to suck those toes. Even though it was only eight-thirty in the morning, Aunt Sybil was, as usual beautifully groomed, her hair and make-up immaculate. Tony must have radiated nervousness and self doubt because the intuitive Aunt Sybil picked up the signals immediately. Quickly taking control of the situation, she ushered Tony in to the next room and beckoned him to sit on the sofa next to her. Feeling the now familiar stiffening in his panties, Tony snuggled up to his aunt as she put her arm tenderly round him. "I think we need to have a little talk my angel, don't you?" she said. Tony's shy nod of the head was Aunt Sybil's signal to continue. "Now, what seems to be the trouble?" she said as Tony tried to summon up the courage to express his doubts. "Well auntie, I... er... well... you see... it..." "Is everything ok darling?" interjected Aunt Sybil. "You seem to be a bit unsure of something. Is it anything I can help you with my precious?" Tony felt himself turning to jelly as the nearness of Aunt Sybil overwhelmed him with its seductive power. Suddenly his thoughts were completely scrambled and he was totally unable to articulate the reservations he had felt only a few short minutes before. Drawing on her legendary tact and diplomacy, Aunt Sybil carefully prodded Tony with some gentle questions as to how he was feeling. "You seem a bit quiet this morning darling. Is anything bothering you?" Tony nodded so Aunt Sybil continued. "Is it something to do with me?" she asked. All at once, the doubts spilled out of Tony. He told her how he had had a wonderful week but that he felt uneasy about the path they were embarking on. He told her how much he loved her and how happy he was living with her but that somehow he was afraid that the rest of society would not approve. As Tony's doubts and fears became more coherent they cascaded out of him like water from a waterfall. Aunt Sybil could see tears forming in Tony's eyes so before he could become any more emotional she tenderly put her finger to his lips to stem the flow of anguish. "Hush darling, it's ok, Auntie Sybil's here, there's no need to worry," she said soothingly. As Tony began to calm down, she stroked his forehead while she waited for his tension to subside. "Now darling," she began, "let's look at this calmly. After all, we don't want to get carried away by negative emotion. Do we?" Tony could see the sense in this and began to relax a little. "Let's consider the facts," continued Aunt Sybil. "Number one. You love dressing as a girl as much as I love dressing you as a girl. Is that true?" "Yes auntie," replied Tony. "Number two. The best way for us to continue being happy is to carry on as we are. Correct?" "Yes auntie," replied Tony. "Number three. There are lots of exciting adventures awaiting us in the future if we want them aren't there?" "Yes auntie," replied Tony. "Number four. You don't really want to be a boring old boy again do you?" "No auntie," replied Tony. "Number five. Now I've bought you all these lovely clothes to wear it would be a shame to waste them, wouldn't it?" "Yes auntie," replied Tony. "I'd like to tell you a true story if I may." said Aunt Sybil "It may help to explain things. As you know, several years ago I was married to a very rich and powerful man who never really treated me as an equal. When we made love, it was always over very quickly and he never tried to please me in any way and never showed any regard for my feelings. Consequently our marriage didn't last very long and we divorced after only a few years. Luckily, I had a generous settlement which has allowed me to live here comfortably ever since. After we split up, I began to realise that my experiences with my ex-husband had put me off men and I lost all desire to have physical contact with them. I didn't like their roughness and found myself becoming attracted to the softness and femininity of women. The trouble was that after trying out lesbian sex a few times I was still left with an incomplete feeling that I couldn't quite understand. It slowly dawned on me that what I wanted was a feminine male and when your mother's letter arrived intimating that you liked wearing girl's panties I was intrigued. I started to fantasise about how you would look dressed as a girl and the more I fantasised the more the desire to turn it in to reality became stronger. Now we have experienced that reality. I can see that for me, at least, there is no turning back. Even if you were to leave today, I would still be looking for a feminised boy to make me happy." Tony was speechless. Suddenly the picture had changed. All his previous doubts and fears began to melt away as the reality of his situation seeped in to his mind. Things looked clearer to him now, and now the barriers between him and Aunt Sybil were down he felt freer to tell her of his true thoughts and feelings. He told her how he had fantasised that morning about sucking her toes and he told her how he loved masturbating whilst wearing her panties. He told her of all the different sexy outfits he would love to wear and how he loved being dressed and treated as a little girl by his aunt. He told her how he would one day like to grow breasts and he even told her how he secretly enjoyed it when she spanked him for wearing her panties without her permission! Aunt Sybil was delighted to hear these sentiments from Tony and she let him know in no uncertain terms by gently rocking him in her arms and stroking his hair. Tony melted in to her arms as she planted tender kisses on his forehead, cheeks and lips making the bulge in his panties grow larger. Her hand reached down in to the folds of his negligee, searching for the front of his knickers. "Don't worry darling, Auntie will always be here to look after you," she whispered reassuringly to Tony as he allowed her hand free access to his most intimate parts. Aunt Sybil gently stroked Tony until she felt a warm dampness seeping through his panties and she knew her job was done. * * * * * * There was a new frankness and openness between Tony and Aunt Sybil now, and in the following weeks Tony blossomed while Aunt Sybil became happier than she had been for years. As his confidence grew, under the watchful eye of his aunt, Tony enjoyed many a trip out in public. Often they would go to the cinema, shopping mall or caf? together, Tony dressed in the prettiest of frocks and dainty undies and Aunt Sybil in more sophisticated attire. Each time the girls went out in public without anyone recognising what they both knew, Tony became more comfortable in his new role. So comfortable in fact, that he was beginning to forget what it was like to be a boy. As the weeks turned in to months, Tony became more and more accustomed to his new way of life. Aunt Sybil called in a private beautician to her house who cut Tony's now shoulder length hair to a feminine style, plucked his eyebrows and manicured his nails. It was around this time that Aunt Sybil started Tony on a course of tablets that she said would be good for him. He wasn't sure what they were for but he trusted his aunt and reasoned that if she said they were good for him then they must be. Coincidentally, he started to notice that his skin was becoming softer and smoother and his figure had a more rounded look. His breasts also started to grow until they could almost fill a training bra without padding. These new advances in his appearance vastly increased Tony and Aunt Sybil's scope for sexy games. Dressed in a basque, suspenders, sheer stockings and silky panties, Tony was virtually indistinguishable from a real girl and for all intents and purposes they were a lesbian couple save for one important difference. * * * * * * One morning, as Tony was getting dressed in his room, Aunt Sybil called up the stairs animatedly to him, "Darling, come down here quickly." He rushed down the stairs to see his aunt holding a letter in her hand. She was obviously excited. "Good news my angel," said Aunt Sybil. "Sit down here next to me while I tell you all about it," she said, patting the sofa beside her. Tony duly did her bidding as she went on to explain. "I have an old friend from my theatrical days," began Aunt Sybil. "Her name is Victoria Gold and she now owns a successful business that caters for people like yourself who love to wear pretty clothes. She is looking for a model for her new catalogue and having heard about you through me she has requested that you attend a photo shoot that is taking place next week at a specially booked studio in a large country manor. We will be required to stay there for five days while you model her new range of clothing. Oh darling isn't it wonderful?" Aunt Sybil showed Tony a catalogue which displayed a sumptuous array of glamour wear ranging from sissy dresses through to uniforms and evening wear. Aunt Sybil's bubbling enthusiasm was patently obvious to Tony and he was not about to dampen the ardour of the woman he loved, so putting aside any misgivings he may be harbouring he readily concurred with her wishes. Having now committed themselves to attend, the two of them spent the next few days eagerly anticipating their adventure. Although the photo shoot would be from Monday to Friday, Tony was required to be at the studio on Sunday evening for a pre-session interview with Ms Gold so a taxi was arranged to take the two girls after tea on Sunday. At last, Sunday arrived and aunt and niece set off for the studio. Aunt Sybil wore a smart business suit consisting of a black skirt and jacket, and a white silk blouse. Her underwear was, as usual, beautifully co- ordinated, this time in cream and grey. She wore black Italian style court shoes with four inch stiletto heels and sheer flesh coloured stockings that Tony could hear rubbing together seductively whenever she crossed her legs. Tony was in a navy blue and white sailor style dress that had a white collar and matching white cuffs to the half length sleeves. The top was navy blue and the white pleated skirt fell to just above his knee. Grey, lace topped stockings, navy court shoes and a navy leather handbag completed the ensemble. Like Aunt Sybil, his undies were fully co- ordinated. Black bra, panties, suspender belt and petticoat all trimmed with lace and decorated with pretty pink bows. The taxi cab arrived on time and the two girls clambered on to the back seat after putting their vanity cases in the boot. It was not a long journey, and soon their cab was driving up the gravel path to deposit the pair at the front door of an imposing country house. Aunt Sybil rang the door chime and a secretary appeared at the door to show them to Ms Gold's office. Aunt Sybil embraced her old friend on entry and the pre session interview began. Victoria Gold was a tall, statuesque woman, who, like Aunt Sybil favoured traditional clothes and Tony could not help but be struck by her authoritive air. She had a husky, velvet voice that she had acquired from her thespian days and this added to her mystique. She began the interview by setting out the rules she expected to be obeyed. "In this company we pride ourselves on excellence in all areas, young Susie," she began. "If you are to model our clothes you will be expected not just to wear them but to totally absorb yourself in the character of the image they create. We are looking for an actress as much as a model. Do you understand?" "Yes Ms Gold," replied Tony meekly. "Good. If you obey my rules I am sure we will get along just fine. The sessions will start with younger outfits and as the week progresses you will be allowed to model our more adult wear." she said, handing him an itinery which read : Monday. 09:00-12:30 Sissy & little girl/party dresses. 12:30-13:30 lunch. 13:30-17:00-Fairy costumes. Tuesday. 09:00-12:30 Schoolgirl uniforms. 12:30-13:30 lunch. 13:30-17:00 Maids uniforms. Wednesday. 09:00-12:30 Nurses uniforms 12:30-13:30 lunch 13:30-17:00 Cheerleader/Barbie doll. Thursday. 09:00-12:30-Secretarial. 12:30-13:30 lunch. 13:30-17:00 Glamour & party wear. Friday. 09:00-12:30-Lingerie. Session concludes Friday lunchtime. Tony and Aunt Sybil read through the itinery taking in all the details and Ms Gold returned to her discourse. "As you can see, on Monday and Tuesday you will be in junior attire so to help you with your role the following rules will apply: 1. You must curtsey whenever a female enters the room. 2. You must speak with a soft tone to your voice and preferably with a lisp. But that part is optional. 3. If you wish to speak to a female member of staff you must commence the conversation by saying please Ma'am. 4. You must remove all you body hair except for the hair on your head and your eyebrows, which must be shaped in to thin arches. From Wednesday onwards you will be allowed to adopt a more grown up persona but until then you must obey these rules. Is that clear?" Tony nodded demurely in agreement and Ms Gold concluded, "Good. Report to the beauty salon at six o'clock for beauty treatment." At this, she arose and bade them goodnight. Back in their room, Aunt Sybil ran a bubble bath for Tony while she removed all his body hair with a depilatory cream. She gently bathed his smooth body and towelled him dry before having him sit at a vanity table while she sculpted his eyebrows in to gloriously thin and feminine arches. "Time for bed now, my angel," she said, as she helped him on with his baby doll nightie. "You must be fresh and lovely for your big day tomorrow." Tony kissed Aunt Sybil goodnight and snuggled down to sleep. * * * * * * Aunt Sybil got Tony to the beauty salon promptly next morning and the therapist began her work. First, she styled his hair in to ringlets and pulled it back to the top of his head, securing it with hair grips and an Alice band. Two butterfly shaped hair slides were fitted either side of his head and he was then allowed to put in his favourite ballerina earrings. Next, the beautician made up his face. Tony sat passively as she busied herself with his foundation, mascara and all the other powders and creams she needed to create the little girl image she required. She used pastel shades of eye shadow for his eyelids and pale pink blusher for his cheekbones. His baby pink lipstick perfectly complemented the rest of his make-up and she finally pronounced herself pleased with the results. Last but not least, he was given a manicure and pedicure and his nails were painted to match his lipstick. When he looked in the mirror, Tony was delighted to see what difference a professional beautician could make to his appearance. Not only was his make-up totally authentic but his ringlets on top of his head made it impossible for him not to look like a young girl. Tony was now ready to present himself for the photo shoot and Aunt Sybil took him by the hand and led him to the studio where the staff were busily preparing the scene. Racks and racks of all kinds of dresses and frilly underwear were lined up against the back wall and the photo area was decorated to look like a little girl's playroom. The pretty boy was now introduced to the staff, all of whom were female except for the photographer, Mike. Keen to make a good impression, Tony curtseyed as he shook hands with everybody and was pleased to get an approving look from Ms Gold. With the introductions over, it was now time to get down to work. First, the wardrobe assistants put him in a yellow satin party dress, the skirt of which was trimmed with white lace. Under the skirt was a sewn in petticoat that made it stand out, showing off his matching frilly knickers. To complete the outfit, the girls tied two yellow ribbons in his hair before putting some white ankle socks and yellow Mary Jane shoes on his feet. With a pair of white lace gloves and a matching handbag, Tony was as pretty as a picture. Tony posed and pouted around the various props in the studio as Mike shot several reels of film. He skipped around the set having the time of his life, posing with a doll's pram, playing hopscotch and sitting on a rocking horse. Even while he was having all this fun he still managed to remember to curtsey to all the females who entered the room and they were all completely charmed by the lovely little lady. The morning flew by for Tony and after several costume changes lunch was fast approaching. In the final session of the morning, Tony was required to wear a new addition to Ms Gold's range. It was an ultra short smock style dress with pink and white peppermint stripes and a pattern of white bunny rabbits around the hem of the skirt. It had a white Peter Pan collar and puff sleeves. The waistline was a high toddler style which made the skirt billow out, exposing the white frilly panties underneath. The final session completed, Ms Gold announced a break for lunch. Aunt Sybil and Ms Gold were keen to catch up on all the gossip they had for each other so Ms Gold arranged for three of her junior staff to "babysit" Tony while they were out at lunch. On being introduced to three girls who were all around his own age, Tony duly curtseyed to each of them in turn, but was disconcerted to notice that the first two, Karen and Tracey, giggled behind their hands out of the sight of Aunt Sybil and Ms Gold. Only the third girl, Penny, who smiled pleasantly at him, seemed friendly. Tony began to get an uneasy feeling as Karen and Tracey eyed him sardonically. Once away from the sanctuary of Aunt Sybil's protective love, Tony's vulnerability became more and more apparent. Karen and Tracey teased him mercilessly and made no attempt to hide their contempt for this boy in a dress and frilly knickers, and for the first time since moving in with Aunt Sybil, Tony felt uncomfortable in his clothes. It was clear that they had no regard for Tony's feelings and his obvious discomfort only added to their amusement. He tried stamping his foot to show his displeasure but this only increased the shrieks of laughter from his two tormentors. Poor Tony's nightmare got worse as the babysitters from hell started lifting his skirt to expose his knickers. He tried pulling it back down but each time he did, one or the other of them would come up behind him and lift it up again until he didn't know which way to turn. Tony ran to the loo in an effort to escape from his torture and locked himself in the cubicle. Once inside, he realised he needed to use it so he quickly pulled down his knickers and sat down on the seat only to look up in horror to see Karen and Tracey staring down at him from above. His bottom was sticking out from under his skirt so he quickly stood up and began to pull up his knickers but the sight of his hairless private parts simply drove the two girls in to hysterics. It was all too much for Tony and he wished the ground would open up and swallow him. Why were they being so cruel? All the other women in Tony's life were nice to him. Even Ms Gold with all her strictness, had a certain kindness about her. Why were these two she-devils so different? Tony longed to hear Aunt Sybil's soothing voice once again and the rest of the lunch hour seemed like a lifetime. Relief eventually arrived as the rest of the staff began drifting back to work and Tony's ordeal was finally over, but the pain stayed with him and he was left feeling hurt and humiliated. It took a monumental effort on Tony's part to put the lunchtime incident behind him and turn his mind forward to his afternoon's work, but he knew what Ms Gold expected of him and so he tried hard to relax and enjoy himself once again. It helped greatly that the afternoon session was dedicated to Ms Gold's fairy collection. Tony was dressed by the wardrobe assistants in a variety of costumes, each designed to bring about a magical transformation on the wearer. Tony was dressed in turn as a Christmas tree fairy, with a long, white floaty dress and a tiara in his hair, a Tinkerbell outfit, consisting of green tights, silver shoes and a bolero top with a peplum style waist that flared prettily around his hips; and a delightfully frothy, pink, mini length dress that he wore with pink tights and white shoes. Each costume came complete with a pair of fairy wings and a wand with a silver star on the end. All these dainty outfits really brought out the actress in Tony and he had great fun prancing around the studio like a ballet dancer, casting imaginary spells and kissing imaginary princes. Ms Gold was so pleased with Tony's performance that she permitted him to choose two costumes to keep, so he chose the yellow satin party dress from the morning session and the Christmas tree fairy outfit. The afternoon session had helped to take Tony's mind off the ordeal but he was still troubled when Aunt Sybil took him back to their room that evening. Whilst he loved modelling all the pretty clothes, he was not looking forward to tomorrow lunchtime. For Aunt Sybil's part, she was puzzled as to why Tony seemed morose and quiet. He seemed to have enjoyed himself that day, so she could not understand his introspective mood. Her puzzlement increased when he asked to wear her panties in bed that night and as they snuggled down together all he wanted to do was suck gently on her nipples until he fell asleep. * * * * * * Like the previous day, Tony and Aunt Sybil arrived at the beauty salon bright and early. As Tony's image was to be a little older today, the hair stylist brushed out his ringlets to make softer curls which were then gathered either side of his head and tied in to bunches. The make-up artist then set to work on his face, choosing slightly stronger colours than the previous day which did an excellent job of giving him the face of a girl of around thirteen years old. Tony was really enjoying all the attention he was getting from the girls in the salon and he didn't really want it to end. Equally, the girls were very impressed by Tony who took a great interest in all their skills and seemed very keen to learn as much as possible about their art. Eventually the session was over and it was time to go to the studio so after thanking the girls with a curtsey, Tony and his aunt departed. They arrived at the studio to find it decorated like a classroom and Ms Gold escorted Tony around the set while she informed him of what was expected of him. Ms Gold had a very clear idea of the scenarios she wished to create to show her clothes at their best and she instinctively knew what would appeal to the readers of her catalogue. She understood perfectly that a pretty boy dressed in exquisitely sexy schoolgirl clothes would have massive appeal and in Tony she had the perfect model. All that was left now was to get Tony dressed. To start the photo session, Ms Gold had Tony dressed in a little grey gym slip with an ultra short pleated skirt, white blouse, white knickers, white knee length socks and black Mary Jane shoes. She had hired a model who was dressed as a schoolmistress and for the first hour, she and Tony struck various poses while Mike snapped away. Once again the actress in Tony came to the fore as he simpered around the classroom looking sweetly girlish. The part Tony liked best was when Ms Gold had him pose for some spanking photos. As he bent over the desk with his skirt pulled up around his waist, showing off his knickers, the model posed holding a cane over his bottom. Of course, she didn't really cane him, but it made a nice photo! After a short break for coffee, Ms Gold brought out the next outfit. She wanted a sexier look for Tony, suitable for a girl of around sixteen, so for his undies she selected a white, lacy bra and a pair of white, see through panties that really showed off his pert bottom. With this he wore a white cotton blouse, through which his bra could be made out, and a pleated, tartan mini skirt. A pair of open toed slingback shoes made his legs look long and gorgeous. Tony also liked this outfit because it allowed him to wear his falsies which really completed the sex kitten image. Tony was in his element now and the time flew by as he became more and more absorbed in the joy of posing for the camera. He wanted the photo session to last forever, but reality came crashing back in to his consciousness as Ms Gold announced a break for lunch. This was the moment Tony had been dreading. He really didn't think he could face the humiliation of another hour at the hands of his tormentors and he was beside himself as to how he was going to avoid even more torture. What were they going to do to him today? What would they make of a boy dressed as a schoolgirl? The answers didn't bear thinking about. The next words Tony heard were like manna from heaven. "Karen and Tracey are no longer employed by this company, young Susie. Penny will look after you today." He stood still for a few moments before the meaning sank in. Once he had regained his senses a wave of relief swept over him. "Penny told us about the incident yesterday lunchtime and the two perpetrators of your ordeal were instantly dismissed," Ms Gold continued. "That sort of disrespectful behaviour will not be tolerated in this organisation. You may be just a boy in a frock and knickers but while you are here you will be afforded as much dignity as any other person would expect." Tony gushingly thanked Ms Gold and curtseyed several times before she and Aunt Sybil left him alone with Penny. Although relieved, Tony was still unsure of Penny. After all, she may not be as bad as Karen and Tracey and she may seem quite pleasant on the surface, but the fact remained that here he was, a sixteen year old boy, dressed as a schoolgirl, standing in front of a girl his own age. How was she going to react? After what seemed to Tony like an age, Penny hesitantly began to speak. "Hello Susie," she said. "Are you feeling better today?" Tony nodded shyly and Penny continued, "I'm sorry for what those girls did to you yesterday. I thought they were horrid to treat you the way they did. I'm just sorry I wasn't able to stop them." "That's ok," said Tony. "I could see you weren't really a part of it. In any case, I could understand it if you had been. After all, there I was, a sixteen year old boy dressed as a little girl, and there you were, three girls of my own age looking after me. It's hardly surprising I was laughed at that way." "Oh no," countered Penny. "That's not true. Karen and Tracey may have thought you looked silly, but I thought you looked lovely. I really did." "What, in a pink dress and frilly knickers?" asked Tony in surprise. "Oh yes," came the reply. "I love pretty clothes. I would much rather see you dressed like that than in boring old boy's things. I think that if a boy likes being soft and cuddly then he should be allowed to be so. Don't you agree?" Tony was speechless. Had he heard correctly? Did this girl really like to see boys all soft and sweet? Penny continued, "You know," she said, seeming unsure of herself. "This may seem strange, but I like dressing as a little girl too, so I can fully understand why you like it. When I was younger my mummy always dressed me in pretty clothes and I loved it. Now I am older I really miss being a little princess." The irony was not lost on Tony that here was a girl, thinking it was strange for her to dress in pretty clothes, and she was talking to a boy dressed in pretty clothes. What a topsy turvy world we live in thought Tony. From that moment on, Tony's mood lightened considerably and Aunt Sybil and Ms Gold were able to discern a much more carefree Susie when they returned from lunch. Tony was taken to have his make-up re-done and his hair combed out in to a more grown up fashion for the afternoon session and emerged looking very sexy with a darker pink lipstick, a touch more eye make-up and his cheekbones beautifully rouged. The rest of the day was to be devoted to maid's uniforms of various types so Ms Gold decided to start with her new French maids outfit. First, the wardrobe assistant dressed him in some new undies. A white bra and matching silky panties were put on him, followed by a white suspender belt. A pair of sheer black stockings were then drawn up his smooth legs and attached to the suspenders before his feet were fitted in to a pair of black, patent leather, strappy sandals with four inch heels. The best part was the dress. It was a black satin sleeveless creation which had an elasticated neck line so that it could be pulled down over the shoulders to leave them bare. The waist was fitted and the short skirt flared out over a sewn in petticoat made of layers and layers of white satin. As the assistant zipped up the back for him, Tony felt faint with delight. Only the frilly cap and apron remained to put on and again the assistants fussed around him in order to get everything just right as Tony stood there feeling special. Once again Tony gasped as he saw himself in the full length mirror. Standing before him was a ravishingly sexy girl, the services of whom any master or mistress would have died to have had. Her high heels forced her to walk in a kittenish, sexy manner and every time she leaned forward that master or mistress would have had a tantalising glimpse of her stocking tops and the frilly white undies that contrasted beautifully with the black satin of her dress. Naturally, a maid like this would find it second nature to curtsey, and Tony was no exception. He curtseyed profusely to all the staff and took great delight in posing for a series of photos designed to show off the passive sexuality of a girl who knows her place. As well as the obvious delights of all the attention he was getting from the female staff, Tony was also deriving a certain amount of pleasure from the effect he was having on Mike. Young and na?ve as he was, Tony could tell that Mike was showing an interest in the pretty maid that he was photographing way beyond the call of duty and he enjoyed the feeling of power that it gave him. He realised that with just a sexy pout or a come hither look in Mike's direction, he could twist the young man around his little finger. The afternoon flew by for Tony, and before he knew it, it was time to finish. Ms Gold pronounced herself pleased with the day's work and Tony and Aunt Sybil retired to their room. It was a very different Tony that Aunt Sybil took back to their room that evening. Gone was the brooding little girl and in her place was a bubbly young lady and Aunt Sybil was cheered to see her charge so animated and happy. Over the course of the evening, the whole story spilled out from Tony and Aunt Sybil was horrified to hear of the terrible ordeal he had been through. "Oh my poor baby," she said, putting her arms around him and giving him a tender kiss. "It must have been awful for you. Fancy those horrible girls laughing at you like that. Especially as you looked so pretty in your lovely dress," she continued. "Never mind my darling, let Auntie Sybil make it up for you." And taking Tony in hand, she made it up to him in the best way she knew how. * * * * * * For the rest of the week, Tony was on cloud nine as he modelled a succession of sexy outfits, including nurse, cheerleader, Barbie doll and many items of nightwear and lingerie. He began to wonder if he had died and gone to heaven. Not only was he privileged to wear some of the most exquisitely sexy clothes imaginable, but he also had the attention of some of the most beautiful people he had ever met. Penny adored him, and Mike was fascinated by him. The feeling of power that this gave Tony was heady indeed. But best of all was the fact that at the end of all of it, Aunt Sybil was waiting for him every evening. This gorgeous, beautiful, sexy, tantalising, understanding, beguiling woman, adored him as much as he adored her, and the possibilities for erotic adventures with her were endless. Blessed as she was with the most open and imaginative of minds, she and Tony were free to create any scenario they wished, and the more they explored their imaginations, the more they were able to create a gloriously sexy world of their own. Tony certainly was a lucky boy. All too soon the week was over, and Tony and Aunt Sybil reluctantly packed their things and said goodbye to all the staff. As they descended the steps of the house to their taxi, the staff applauded from the windows. Ms Gold presented each of them with a bouquet of flowers and Tony got an extra burst of applause as he curtseyed for a final time. As the taxi disappeared up the gravel driveway, the two girls blew kisses to the staff from the rear window. The weary pair arrived home tired but happy and looking forward to settling back in to their comfortable abode. Tony rushed upstairs to his room, eager to put his flowers in water next to his bed. As he passed his wardrobe mirror he paused to look at himself and mused for a moment over how his life was turning out. Staring back at him from the mirror was a very pretty girl, dressed in lovely feminine clothes who seemed not to have a care in the world and Tony blew her a kiss. As he busied himself with his flowers and unpacking, Tony could not help but cast his mind back over the previous week and the highs and lows it had brought about. There was the ordeal of Karen and Tracey, and the terrible humiliations they had heaped upon him, but this had been more than made up for by all the lovely people he had met and the exhilarating joys of modelling all those fabulous clothes in Ms Gold's catalogue. All in all, despite his reservations, life was pretty good and Tony could hardly imagine it getting better. Lost in his thoughts as he unpacked his vanity case, Tony was brought back to the present by Aunt Sybil's voice calling to him from the bottom of the stairs. "Darling, there's a telephone call for you. It's Penny, she'd like to speak to you." To be continued.