Alexis Season 2
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(A fanciful little episode inspired by the Art and writing of Andy
Latex. For more stories featuring his naughty influence, please read my
LOVELY IN LATEX series.)
ALEXIS IN WONDERLAND by Throne
Alex walked through the vast indoor shopping mall, balancing with
practiced ease on his high heels, which were open-toed to let his
painted nails peek out. Though his gait was relaxed, inside he was
extremely tense. His Aunt Tabitha had overseen his dressing that
morning, selecting an eye-catching outfit. He had on a flashy red latex
dress that ended at mid-thigh, where there was a slit on the right side.
It had short sleeves that ended in black bands, which echoed the black
mandarin collar. His hair was in its usual neatly arranged state, and
his make-up and jewelry weren't flashy... but that dress was drawing
soooo much attention.
He held his color-coordinated clutch purse at his hip and made sure to
roll his hips as he moved, at the same time trying not to sway them TOO
much. As he moved along the broad promenade, with it's high ceiling, he
felt exposed, as if all eyes were on him. What if someone realized that
under that glamorous clothing he wasn't the girl Alexis, but the young
man Alex. He wanted to check the small breast forms that were in the
bra of thin rubber that he wore, even though he was sure they were in
place. He was endlessly self-conscious. When his Aunt had sent him off
on his own, a short while before, she gave him a time to meet her in the
food court. Alex had over an hour to explore the shops before rejoining
her.
He told himself that he might feel less conspicuous if he went into one
of the stores. There was a sporting goods place where he used to go
before his makeover. Back then -- which wasn't really so long ago -- he
had pictured himself as a macho athletic fellow. Now, robbed of his
male pride and versed in the ways of girlhood, he would feel out of
place in that environment. Instead, he veered across to a shoe store.
By instinct he moved toward the men's dress shoes, before catching
himself and angling in the direction of the women's heels. He was drawn
to the sleek forms and bright colors of the showier designs.
A salesgirl approached him and said, "May I help you with anything,
Miss? We have some new arrivals, in latex, that would go nicely with
your lovely dress."
He swallowed uneasily and gave her a weak smile, saying, "No, thank you.
I'm just looking."
"That's fine. But if you'd like to try anything on, I'll be happy to
help."
Alex thanked her and went deeper into the store. It was so strange to
be out in public like this. Until recently, the short walk to the
letterbox near his Aunt's home had been his idea of being put on
display. Then she had begun taking him on errands, having him ask store
employees questions, and even going to restaurants with her. It had all
been unsettling and now, on his own in this busy shopping center, he was
quivering inside. He lingered near the rear of the store, checking that
latex footwear and admitting to himself that it was very attractive. As
he stood there holding one of the shoes, he couldn't help gazing at his
long fingernails, so neatly painted to match his toes.
He noticed a couple entering the shop, a tall, nattily dressed woman in
her late twenties, and a shorter girl about Alex's age, in a more
youthful outfit. The woman waved her companion to the side and found
herself a seat. That same salesgirl greeted them. The woman said that
she wanted to see some boots and pointed to a sample nearby, saying she
would like to start with those and giving her size. The standing girl
appeared a bit nervous as the clerk whisked into the stockroom to fetch
the desired item. The older woman gave her a look full of unspoken
meaning, affectionate but superior.
The salesgirl returned with a box and opened it. She was about to help
her customer into the boots, which were calf length, black, and had
stiletto heels. But the woman said, "No, I can see the store is busy.
My friend will be happy to assist me." As she eyed her companion, Alex
felt she was daring her to refuse. After the briefest pause, the young
woman took the boots and hugged them to her chest. She got down on one
knee, removed one of the woman's shoes, and eased a boot over the
waiting foot, gently tugging it upward. With an effort she got it
completely on and began the second. That one gave her more trouble but
she soon succeeded. Alex waited for her to rise but she stayed there,
now on both knees, while the confident woman got up and walked around
the store. As she passed Alex she gave him a penetrating stare, making
him feel that she knew his secret.
She sat again and the kneeling girl had to carefully remove the boots.
Two more pairs followed, with the same scene being played out each time.
Alex was fascinated but tried not to gawk. He wasn't exactly sure why
it was affecting him so strongly. At last a decision was made, to
purchase the first pair. The younger female took them to the cashier
and the older one paid. As they left, Alex followed them, unsure of his
motive.
He might have kept trailing them but, as he looked in front of him, he
got a paralyzing shock. Coming toward him were two of the guys he had
tried to hang out with before his Aunt took over his life. They had
allowed him to tag along but never really included him. He had felt
inadequate and, in trying to compensate, had gotten himself into trouble
with the authorities. That was when he was turned over to his forceful
Aunt, which had led to his current situation. As the guys came closer
they looked him up and down, appreciating what they saw. Alex felt his
cheeks grow warm. They thought he was a girl. He wanted to find
someplace to hide. The guys moved into his path and grinned as they got
closer. His eyes darted from side to side. What could he do? At the
last possible moment the pair split up, one passing on each side of him.
From his left he heard, "Nice dress, honey." From the other side came,
"Love that walk."
Alex's mind was reeling. He somehow took a misstep and stumbled. A
strong hand caught his upper arm and gripped it firmly, preventing him
from falling. He swiveled his head to see a tall female security guard
looking at him with concern. She had strong cheekbones and dark eyes.
The guard wanted to know, "Are you all right, young lady?"
He had to take a breath before he could speak. "I... I'm okay. Guess I
wasn't paying attention to where I was going." He gave a small self-
deprecating laugh.
She released his arm and peered at him probingly. Was she going to
discover that he was a boy? He took a step back, not sure what to do
next. The woman put her hands lightly on his shoulders and said
officiously, but with concern, "Be careful, dear. You wouldn't want to
have any... difficulties."
"N... no, Ma'am."
"But if you do..." She squeezed lightly but reassuringly with both
hands. "... I'll be here to protect you."
Alex blinked nervously several times before he realized it would look
like he was batting his eyelashes at her. Was she a lesbian who thought
he really was female? Or had she decided he was male and that she would
enjoy dominating him? He felt utterly defenseless. She flashed a grin,
let go, and strolled off. He looked over his shoulder as she moved away
and saw her glance back, which made him tingle, for reasons he couldn't
fully fathom. Holding his purse with both hands, pressing it against
his fluttering stomach, he continued on his way. Straight ahead was a
department store which was one of the mall's anchors. Perhaps he would
feel more anonymous among its many displays. He entered and went to
look at hats, figuring he couldn't have any problems doing something
that innocent. Wanting to be inconspicuous, like an anonymous shopper,
he picked up a pillbox design with netting in the front. The hat was
made from some sort of plastic. He uncertainly placed it on his head
and looked into the mirror. It wasn't bad. He liked that it lent him a
touch of maturity and even mystery. As he replaced in on the display
stand, it struck him that he was becoming more and more interested in
and discerning about feminine attire.
Feeling calmer, he took his time passing by racks of belts and a table
covered with neatly boxed gloves. He was becoming more relaxed by the
minute. With renewed confidence he walked the short distance to the
cosmetics department. It was staffed by competent looking women in chic
outfits. Their hair was perfect and their make-up expertly applied. He
felt a twinge of jealousy but then reminded himself that he wasn't
Alexis but Alex. The conditioning he had received from his Aunt Tabitha
had definitely taken hold on his mind. He wondered how long, after his
stay with her was over, it would be before its effects faded and then
vanished. The length of time he would be with her had been extended
but, even so, it would eventually be over. It's not as if she could
eventually bring him to the point where he would want to stay. He was
puzzling through his uncertainties when someone spoke to him. It was
one of the elegant women behind the counters and she had something about
'your secret'. It had finally happened. He had been found out and was
about to have his true gender announced.
His lower lip trembled as he asked, "W... what?"
Her lips, nicely colored with pale pink lipstick, formed an amused
expression. "Now don't be shy. In fact, let's start with some lovely
make-up. For instance..." She reached for one of the samples. "This
new eye-liner. Notice how thick the brush is? We can get some very
impressive results with it."
He stood there helplessly as she cupped his smooth chin in the palm of
her hand and began to work around his eyes. The woman introduced
herself as Abby and said she liked the scent of his latex dress. He
whimpered a thank you but was more concerned with the chance of being
publicly outed. Abbey chatted about his enviably delicate facial
features as she switched to eye shadow and then artificial lashes. She
confided that she wasn't supposed to do so much for a customer but said
she knew he was a natural model and wouldn't mind showing off her work
to a few customers. That was the last thing he wanted to do but,
instead of declining, he agreed in a weak and wispy voice. She finished
with the lashes and stepped back to get a better look at him. Abbey
nodded her approval.
"I..." Alex began and then halted. He took a breath and went on, "... I
was wondering who you wanted to... show me off to."
The capable cosmetician ran her hand above a row of lipsticks, stopping
above one and plucking it from the display with a thumb and forefinger
while keeping her pinky finger extended. She explained, "There is a
group of women who stop here around this time every Friday. They come
from their regular luncheon get-together. They're quite fussy and act
bored with whatever I show them. So seeing someone as fabulous as you,
with the original and slightly over-the-top job I'm doing on your pretty
face, well, it should shut their mouths... and maybe even open their
purses." She uncapped the lipstick and considered Alex's mouth as if
she were an artist and it was her blank canvas. Abbey switched the
lipstick tube for lip liner and carefully outlined Alex's lips to make
them appear fuller. Then she colored them expertly with her choice, a
vivid shade of magenta. After she was done she reached behind her and
selected gloss, which went over the bright color to make it glisten.
When she showed Alex his reflection he gasped. She had made him appear
like himself, yet different, as if the face were the same but the
personality was bolder. He didn't feel that way but couldn't deny that
it was how he would seem to others.
Just then Abbey looked past him and said, "Oh, here come the ladies who
lunch. Let's see what they think of you, sweetie."
Alex saw a quartet of women approaching, all of them elegant and icily
aloof. But when they spied Abbey and her model they suddenly became
interested. The four of them crowded around, making him feel penned in
and even more controlled. Abbey explained that she was doing an
impromptu makeover to her 'new discovery'. The women examined his face
with interest and several slim hands, decorated with expensive rings,
touched his latex dress. He shivered but didn't dare to say a word.
"I think she needs something else," one of the new arrivals stated.
"What's that, Paris?" Abbey wanted to know.
"Well, you've given her a fantastic look but her jewelry is so not-
matching." She reached into her shoulder bag and took out a tiny box,
which she set on the counter, explaining, "I got these for my niece but
I bought two pairs that are almost the same. So let's try one on this
pretty princess." She opened the box and took out dangling earrings
with light-catching red stones swinging at their ends. With practiced
fingers Paris removed the earrings Tabitha had selected for him and set
them into the box, then fitted the new ones through his pierced lobes.
She told him to swing his head so everyone could see how they glittered
when they moved. He obeyed, feeling surreally detached from the real
world, as if he had gone down the rabbit hole into Wonderland.
"Oh," said another of the women, "I have something else that would be
perfect for her."
She reached into a colorful plastic bag with the name of a jewelry store
on it and came out with a necklace of brightly colored stones, saying
that she had gotten it at a terrific price and wouldn't mind
contributing it to 'our project'. Alex's heart raced for a moment. He
was their 'project'? All at once he wished he had been allowed to stay
with his Aunt Tabitha. Or to be home polishing up some of her latex
fashions. The second woman carefully unfastened the simple golden chain
that was around his neck and set it aside. Then she clipped the much
gaudier selection onto him. He was more the center of attention than
ever as all five females aah-ed and ooh-ed over him. He was shown his
reflection again and got yet another shock. Now he looked... what? It
was almost as if he was inviting everyone to ogle him, like a strutting
peacock. His only consolation was that at least the truth about his
gender had not been divulged.
That was when Abbey recalled out loud how she wanted to share 'your
secret'. Poor Alex almost sobbed as the other women raised their
eyebrows, curious to know what was about to happen. He braced himself
for the awful revelation. The woman behind the counter picked up a
bottle of perfume and sprayed a light mist of it into the air in front
of him, encouraging Alex to fan the air with his hands to make sure he
got enough on him. Feeling numb, he did as he was instructed. Then she
held up the sample bottle and asked the others if they would like to try
it, too. Alex's eyes went wide as he saw the name of the product, in
looping cursive letters on its black and gold label. "Your Secret". He
sighed in relief, even though he felt lightheaded, like he might swoon.
The women inspected him and made more comments for the next several
minutes. They wanted to adopt a toned down version of Alex's look.
Obviously, Abbey had won high points for her creativity. Her customers
began asking about items to purchase and were soon producing their
charge cards. Alex stepped back, glad to no longer be everyone's focus.
When they were all done and, after giving him one last looking over,
finally departed, Abbey gave him a friendly smile.
She said, "Thanks for being my guest model. That was fun and I think my
ladies' club will be less standoffish from now on. In fact..." She
took something from under the counter. "... I want you to have this.
It's only supposed to be for gals who make major purchases, but after
what those four spent, you deserve it." She gave Alex a small, handled
shopping bag covered in broad vertical stripes that were alternately
light and dark pink. Abbey patted his hand as he took it and invited
him to come back any time. He told her, his voice faint and demure,
that he would try to see her again.
As he walked away he peeked into the bag and saw it contained a generous
assortment of samples of various cosmetics and scents, along with
moisturizer and something called Nighttime Sleep Cream. Still coming
down from all he had been through, he decided it was time to meet with
his Aunt at the food court. The trip back through the mall was
intimidating because, with his new appearance, he attracted even more
interest, some of it quite open. One tall handsome guy in designer
jeans, a black T-shirt, and a nice sports coat, locked eyes with Alex
and gave him a wink. What did that mean? Did he think Alex was a girl?
Or know that he was a guy?
At last he reached the food court. He looked around anxiously, fearing
that Tabitha wouldn't be there. But she was, primly seated at one of
the small tables, ankles crossed, a few purchases on the seat next to
hers. He went over and she had him get her an iced tea. He knew better
than to ask for anything for himself. After he had delivered her drink
he slid onto another chair, putting his knees together and shifting his
feet to one side, the way he had been taught.
His Aunt said, "My, don't we look different. Do tell me everything that
happened, dear. And don't leave out any details."
He had to recount all of his embarrassments and concerns, rushing and
then having to stop and sort his thoughts at several points. She
listened attentively and asked numerous questions, all of them
calculated to make him elaborate on the most uneasy portions of his time
apart from her, and to heighten his discomfort to the maximum. She
couldn't wait to tell her friend Eudora about everything. Or, better
yet, make him tell her.
They left, with Alex toting her bags, and got into the car. She began
driving them back to her house but then she took an unexpected turn and
went to a row of small shops, where she found a parking spot. Alex had
to walk alongside her for a half block, with more people seeing him and
displaying curiosity about his distinctive look. They entered a
boutique specializing in exotic clothing. He saw items made of latex
and other types of rubber. There were shoes with tall, pencil-thin
heels. An attractive older woman spotted Tabitha and greeted her by
name.
Alex's Aunt said, "Violet, do you recall when we were discussing the
possibility of using Alexis here for a photo shoot, for your next
catalog and on-line site?"
"Yes, but you thought he didn't have the right look for the more...
interesting... items that I wanted to feature." She turned her eyes to
the corner of the room where there was a display of -- oh no -- latex
corsets, rubber bondage skirts, tops with straightjacket sleeves, hoods,
and other bizarre items.
"But we had the most fortunate stoke of luck. Alex met a clever woman
who gave him this new face, which would be perfect for what you have in
mind. And I'm sure she could be persuaded to come here, or wherever
you're going to do the photography, and get him ready for his mass
circulation exposure."
Alex felt like the floor was tilting. He would be seen by countless
customers who received the catalogs. And on the internet he might be
viewed by thousands more. Wearing THOSE articles of clothing. He had
to make an effort to gather himself together and hear what else his Aunt
was saying.
Tabitha went on, "I only have one stipulation. I want there to be a
shot of him as Alex, alongside one of the pictures of him as Alexis. We
don't want to practice any deception in advertising. And I believe some
of your customers would find it appropriate that your new model has,
shall we say, and inner self that contradicts her outer self. Though I
am blurring the distinction between those selves as time passes. And
I'm sure I can complete the job. Eventually. Once she understands that
this is who she really is. But for your catalog she'll still be
Alex/Alexis, with a certain vulnerability that I'm sure your more
discerning customers will perceive immediately."
"Especially once they see those before and after pictures." Violet
nodded. "That will be perfect. May I get back to you with the time and
place? There might even be some outdoor locations. Sort of damsel-in-
distress pictures. I'm certain you'll approve. And I'll have my
photographer print some extras and make up and album for Alexis to keep
by her bed. She'll never get tired of seeing them and remembering what
fun we had taking them. I'm sure she'll get along well with my
photographer. He's young and..." She made a throat-clearing sound.
"...virile."
"That sounds ideal. I'll be waiting for your call. Eagerly. And I'm
sure my nephew feels the same." She smirked at him. "Don't you,
Alexis?"
All he could find the voice to say was, "Yes, Auntie Tabitha. Thank
you, Auntie Tabitha."
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(Well, I did say it was fanciful. I hope you'll leave your thoughts in
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