1. The Passage of Lydia Part 3


    Date: 8/6/2015, Categories: Fetish, First Time, Shemales, Author: fifebi, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    The tale continues …… Aunty Bev led me into the bathroom and after stripping off her lingerie she ran a shower for us and we washed each other, taking time to lather up and explore each other’s bodies. Aunty Bev decided that all traces of hair were to be banished and set about shaving my pubic area and my bum, which I may add was a very pleasing experience. After towelling ourselves Aunty Bev began rubbing me all over in a body lotion. “This will help stop any shaving rashes and keep your skin feeling soft and smooth.” She added. I must say the whole sensation was delightful. I sat at her dresser as she replenished our tumblers and as I looked at my reflection I kept mouthing the name Lydia …. Lydia….Lady Lydia……Lydia Lass ….. Lydia Love ….. Lydia Luv, OH YES I like that. Aunty Bev joined us with 2 tumblers of what became my favourite tipple, whisky. “May I call myself Lydia Luv?” I spelt the surname. “Of course you can Lydia, after all this is who you will be. Now where to begin?” Aunty Bev reached over to the cd alarm and pressed play and the beautiful tones of Marvin Gaye filled the room, Aunty Bev softly sang and hummed along as she sifted through drawers and the wardrobes. “Ok, I have a few ideas but first we are going to make you up. “ She nodded to the boxes and asked “Did you find the wigs in those?” I nodded. “I liked the auburn one, the others seemed a lot of bother” Aunt Bev let out a laugh that sounded like crystal hammers on ice bells. I was really in love with ...
    Aunty Bev. “Typical man talk” she teased. “When it comes to looking good, nothing is a bother” she preached. She reached up to recover a box. As she stretched I couldn’t help but be in awe of her body, she was in great shape, and my cock agreed and twitched its approval. “Now, now Lydia, enough time for that later. Tame that boy clitty, there is work to do.” Boy clitty, wow I loved it. Placing the box on the bed she opened it up and carefully pulled out a dark brown shoulder length wig with a straight fringe. “This is the one, what do you think?” “It’s beautiful” “Natural, real hair” she stated. I just nodded my eyes like saucers. Aunty Bev then began opening drawers at the dresser and before long she had assembled her toolkit and laid it on the bed like a surgeon’s instruments. “Ok young lady, Let’s start with nails, toes first” and Aunty Bev took a bottle of dark red varnish and sat at my feet and began to paint my toes, all the while humming and singing along to the CD. I took gulps from my glass, the whisky lubricating my soul and making me feel warm and fuzzy. Next Aunty Bev picked up a small box and tipped the contents onto the bed. Nails, false ones. Aunty Bev wasn’t doing anything by halves was she? Once applied then they were given a glossy coat of red varnish. I stared at my fingers part of me wondering if they were really mine. Having given everything time to dry Aunty Bev topped up the glasses and then began on my face. “You have a beautiful shaped nose and chin ...
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