Chapter 22 Aunty Amanda s Nursery
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FAIRY TALES AND NURSERY RHYMES
My name is Colin. I am a single man and, as I have to travel around the
country in connection with my work, I seize any opportunity I can to
explore local nightlife.
On the occasion about which I am writing I was working in Birmingham. It
was a substantial project and it looked as though I was going to be
staying in Birmingham for at least three weeks. I was delighted to be
staying put for a decent amount of time as this would enable me to really
get to know the place and to explore whatever delights it had to offer.
When it comes to sex I am more a voyeur than an action man. This doesn't
mean I don't enjoy sexual relations when the opportunity arises, but
rather that my pleasure in visiting nightclubs and other venues lies in
observing the antics others get up to in the pursuit of the objects of
their desire. In my time I guess I have seen and smiled at just about
every permutation of sexual interaction which men and women can dream up.
After my first week in Birmingham, I was, frankly, becoming a bit bored. I
couldn't find anything new to titillate my palette and was starting to
wonder how I was going to occupy my evenings for the next couple of weeks.
Then someone mentioned "Tytania's Bower" to me. Apparently it was a fairly
new establishment and was rapidly gaining a reputation as "the" place to
visit. I thought I would give it a try.
So the next evening, after supper and a bottle of good wine, I made my way
to Tytania's - or "Titties" as it was becoming known to the local crowd.
It was located on the edge of the Central District but was by no means in
a seedy area. I paid my entrance fee - quite modest - and entered into a
large basement bar. There was a small stage, so clearly they offered music
and entertainment from time to time; a long bar ran down one side of the
room; and the usual collection of tables and booths were scattered around
the floor. What made Tytania's somewhat different to most other clubs,
however, was the series of bowers arranged either side of the stage. There
were six such bowers, three on either side of the stage, with a beautiful
girl lounging gracefully in each one. The girl's name was prominently
displayed above each bower.
This was went I realised what Tytania's "unique selling point" was; each
of the girls was named, and attired, as a character from a fairy story,
nursery rhyme, or pantomime. However, none of the girls was like any of
the characters I was familiar with from my childhood; whoever had designed
these setups clearly had a very fertile imagination!
Let me describe the girls to you:
Firstly there was Sin de Rella; a tall blonde girl dressed in an 18th
century crinoline dress. However, I had never before seen such a dress
made wholly from transparent material. The bodice was cut so low that
Sin's breasts were totally on display and whoever had designed the dress
had clearly forgotten to include the underskirt that conventionally went
on underneath the crinoline. As a result her suspender belt, stockings,
and panties were on view to all. Sin's feet were encased in clear plastic
heels. (I guess glass slippers were no longer allowed on grounds of
"health and safety"!)
Next was Sleeping Beauty, wearing a diaphanous nightdress and negligee.
Again very little was left to the imagination.
To her right the final girl on that side of the stage had the name Dick
Whipping 'Em hanging above her couch. Her costume was very spectacular! A
statuesque, raven-haired beauty, she had somehow squeezed herself into a
skin-tight PVC dress that was fastened by a zipper that ran down her front
from bodice to hem. She held a short cane in one hand, but what really
made you sit up and give notice was the large, leather, strap-on dildo
that projected from the front of her dress.
On the other side of the stage was Robyn Hood, wearing a green and black
basque; green, fully-fashioned stockings; a short russet-coloured cloak;
and a hat with a jaunty feather stuck in it.
Next to her I saw Belle - (from Beauty and the Beast) - dressed as a
naughty schoolgirl in a microscopic, pleated, tartan skirt; white stay-up
stocking; high-heeled, mary-jane shoes; and a white blouse and school tie,
unbuttoned nearly to her waist and displaying her ample breasts to good
advantage in a black, lace bra. Her "Beast" was a large stuffed lion which
lay at her side. You could tell it was a male lion not only because it had
an impressive mane, but because it was also equipped with even more
impressive masculine genitalia!!
The final girl on display was Bo-Peep. At first sight she seemed to be
modestly attired in a traditional "English Shepherdess" dress of pink and
white muslin; white stockings; beribboned bonnet; and holding a shepherd's
crook, also bedecked with ribbons and lace. It was only when she stood
that it became apparent that someone had cut away the rear of her dress,
thus displaying her white, hold-up stockings and pert, naked little bum!
These were the six girls' on-duty the evening of my first visit. I sat
discretely at the bar and sipped my drink whilst keeping an eye on the
other customers. After a while music started playing and very camp master-
of-ceremonies came onto the stage. In turn, each girl came forward and
performed a saucy - (in some cases filthy) - number for the delectation of
the audience. As each girl finished her turn, the MC asked customers to
start bidding for her to join them at their table. The bidding was hectic
and large sums were laid out in order to secure the privilege of hosting
one or other of the beauties.
As the evening progressed I noticed that each of the girls quietly led
away one, or more, of their hosts through a discretely situated door in
the corner of the bar. Clearly "other services" were available, if the
price were right!
The bar-maid came up to where I was sitting. (Well I say "bar-maid";
actually "she" was a short, burly drag-queen with an enormous, peroxide
wig; tight, sequinned evening dress; and tattoos all the way up her arm!)
"You are a quiet one" she said "don't you want to sample the delights we
have on offer?" I explained that I was quite happy just sitting there with
my drink and, to her credit, the bar-maid did not give me any hassle.
(S)he introduced herself as Mother Hubbard "....and these girls are all my
"children"" she smiled. It happened that the bar was fairly quiet at this
particular time and we chatted gently for a while. I explained that I
would be in Birmingham for the next couple of weeks and, as I liked what I
had seen so far, would probably return to Tytania's again. I finished my
drink, said good-night and returned to my hotel.
The next night I returned to "Titties" and took my seat at the end of the
bar. Mother Hubbard smiled at me, nodded and poured a drink. "Your usual I
presume?" she said. I thanked her, took a sip, and sat back to look round
the club. I immediately noticed that a different shift of girls was on
duty. This time the name boards announced:
Sin-Bad; a slim girl with short black hair cut severely just below her ear
line, she was wearing a beautiful ivory-coloured, 30's-style, evening
dress. It moulded itself to her hour-glass figure and it was clear that
she had somehow forgotten to put on any underwear this evening!
Then there was Jill - (who fell down the hill with Jack) - dressed in a
minuscule white nurse's uniform. She had fabulous long legs clad in black,
fully-fashioned nylons, with her suspenders on view under the hem of her
uniform.
Next up was Goldilocks. I was pleased to see she hadn't been put into some
overtly sexy outfit. In fact she had no clothes on at all; her, somewhat
limited, modesty being maintained by a long, blonde, curly wig that
cascaded over her shoulders before falling to mid-thigh level.
On the other side of the stage were:
Humpty-Dumpty; she was a statuesque red-head clad only in bra and panties,
seated in an egg-shaped chair, where she was playing, in a very
provocative manner, with a large, pink, plastic phallus!
A-Lad-In; an Asian girl, she was wearing a lovely, blue silk Chinese
dress, embroidered with a dragon motif. The dress had a slit up the front
shaped, at the top, into a key-hole with a dragon's tail clearly pointed
at the place where the "Lad" was supposed to "put it in"!
The final girl was named as "Ring-a-Ring-a-Rosie. She was another blonde
with long wavy hair falling below her shoulders. She was totally naked
save for a few rose blooms glued in strategic places.
I learned from Mother Hubbard that these twelve girls made up the team at
Tytania's and that they appeared in varying combinations so that each girl
had time off to recover from her exertions and to get ready for another
night of fun and debauchery.
I returned to Tytania's several times over the next couple of weeks and
became quite friendly with Mother Hubbard. Although a Drag-Queen, she was
never overtly camp towards me and we chatted about all sorts of subjects
over the bar. I learned that she had been a merchant seaman at one time -
hence the tattoos - but had been working at Tytania's for the last two
years. I had reason to rethink my assessment of Mother Hubbard one evening
when a couple of punters had too much to drink and started to get
obstreperous when unsuccessful in bidding for the favours of one of the
girls. Mother Hubbard shot out from behind her bar, gabbed each of them by
the arm and, in no time at all, and entirely unaided, had ejected them
into the street. "Good riddance to bad rubbish" she laughed to me on her
return. "Queen Tytania won't put up with trash like that." "Oh there
really is a "Tytania" then" I reposted, "I was beginning to think it was
just a very good name for the club." "Oh yes" Mother Hubbard explained,
"Tytania is a very real person. Maybe you will meet one day."
All too soon my work was completed and it became time for me to return to
London. One evening I mentioned to Mother Hubbard that should be heading
south the following day but that I had, on impulse, decided to stay one
more night just so that I could get a final fix of Tytania's. "We will
miss you" she said. "You have become quite a regular fixture. The place
won't be the same without you." She then went on to ask whether anyone
would be worried by my not returning home as scheduled. I explained that,
as I had no family and no really close friends, there wasn't anyone
waiting for me back in London. "And my employers can't really give a damn"
I added; "if I weren't to turn up on Monday they would simply write me off
and give my work to someone else. I am afraid I really am a bit of a
loner!" Mother Hubbard commiserated with me but said she wasn't too
surprised as, over the couple of weeks we had been chatting, she had
gained the impression that I was very much an "outsider" and that my
attachment to others was pretty slim.
So, the following evening I returned to Tytania's for what, I thought,
would be the last time. I took my usual seat and Mother Hubbard placed a
drink in front of me. "On the house" she said. "And you are in luck.
Tytania is in the club tonight and would like to say goodbye personally.
Bring your drink and let me show you round backstage."
I followed her through a pass-door, along a corridor, towards an office. I
wondered what Tytania would be like. With so many beautiful girls on her
staff, I guessed she would be a real stunner. It was, therefore, with some
excitement that I knocked on the door. A melodious voice called "come in."
Imagine my surprise when, on entering, I encountered not the stunning
beauty of my dreams, but a willowy, camp man, dressed in a gold silk suit,
with matching high-heeled boots and a floppy scarf at his throat. He wore
his blonde hair long, but swept off his face in a pony-tail. His face was
discretely made-up and diamond studs sparkled in his ears. Heavy rings
adorned his fingers and a chunky bracelet hung from his wrist.
The expression on my face must have been something to behold because he
laughed and said, "Well what did you expect; after all "Tytania" is Queen
of the Fairies!" Of course; Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Nights Dream" where
Queen Tytania is bewitched into falling in love with a yokel transformed
into an Ass. How could I have forgotten! It all made sense now; if the
showgirls and barmaid were all named after nursery rhymes, fairy stories,
and pantomimes, why shouldn't the owner of the club be named for one of
the most important fairy-folk of all.
Tytania invited me to sit and enjoy my drink, which I did. The drink was
rather sweeter that I was used to but delicious never-the-less. A warm
glow spread through me and I felt myself becoming drowsy. "Mother Hubbard
tells me that no-one will miss you if you don't return to London tomorrow"
said Tytania. "That is very good news for us because, you see, that silly
girl Robyn has got herself pregnant and will be leaving us. We need a
replacement and I think you will fit the bill admirably." "But I'm not a
girl" I stammered. "Not yet" replied Tytania "but you soon will be. Don't
try and struggle. As you may have surmised, your drink was drugged and you
will not be able to move until I release you. You see, not only is my name
"Tytania" but I am actually descended from the original Queen of the
Fairies and have inherited some of her powers." He opened a drawer in his
desk and took out what could only be described a classic fairy wand. I was
starting to become very scared and struggled to move, but to no avail. I
was locked into a spell and could only wait, with trepidation, to see what
would happen next.
Tytania waved the wand over my head and silvery dust fell all over me. I
started to experience the oddest sensations. All parts of my body started
to writhe and twist. I blacked out.
As I recovered consciousness, Tytania was standing over me. "It is
complete. You are now ready to join our little band. Do you want to have a
look at yourself before Mother Hubbard takes you out to you bower?" I
nodded silently and Tytania took my elbow, lifted me from my chair, and
supported me across to a full-length mirror. The image I saw in the mirror
took my breath away. I was no longer "Colin". Staring out at me was a very
scared looking girl. She had short, jet-back hair and brilliant emerald-
green eyes. She was quite tall and her height was accentuated by the
thigh-high, bright red, PVC boots she was wearing; the heels must be at
least 5-inches high. Above the boots, shapely thighs, encased in sheer
nylon tights, merged into broad, womanly hips and a narrow, wasp-waist.
Turning, I could see that the figure had a cute, pert, little bum. She was
wearing a tight, black PVC leotard with sleeves that came right down and
ended in a fingerless glove arrangement. Her fingernails were painted to
match the red of her boots.
The front of the leotard came high to the neck, but a section was cut away
so that the girl's breasts spilled out into full view. They were very
pretty breasts; I estimated about a D-cup, but firm and up-standing. Below
her breasts, the black leotard had a broad white patch of colouring that
ran over her tummy and down to her groin. In her hand the girl was holding
a full head-mask that would cover her hair and eyes, leaving only her nose
and mouth exposed. The hood had little pointy ears set high on the head.
The girl was wearing a fantasy cat-costume........and the girl was ME!!!!!
I couldn't help myself; I ran my hands over my new breasts and gasped as
the nipples suddenly sprang into prominence. I had never experience a
sensation like that before. I continued to fondle myself with one hand,
whilst the other crept down, over my tummy, to my crotch. I could feel the
three clasps that was all that kept my leotard closed. Under that my
tights clearly were cut away down the gusset seam and I knew,
instinctively, that my manhood had vanished for good! I could feel the
outline of my new vagina and, as I fingered it, became aware that I was
becoming damp "down there" and was actually starting to purr!
"Oh you are going to be good" announced Tytania. "I can see you will
quickly become a real asset to the house." He called in Mother Hubbard;
"take her to her bower" he ordered. "Tomorrow she can learn her dance
routine, but for now let the punters have a really good look at her; it
will get them all wound up for when she becomes available for auction!"
Mother Hubbard helped me into my mask/hood and led me back to the club. As
we approached the bower I could see that a new name board had been placed
at the top. It was then that the full realisation hit me; Colin was gone
for ever. From now on I would simply be known as Pussy-in-Boots!!!!!
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