Author's Note

Ms. April's POV

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Preparation: 1

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I had just stepped out of the shower, still dripping and soaking wet.

”That was glorious..” I sigh, while I step out of the shower.

While still wet, I am picking up the Pi inch long vaginal tube and carefully insert it.

I feel the crystal-clear Silicon slip in between the petals of my orchid, as the slippery surface slides in effortlessly after I had applied the intended lubrication.

”Oh, oh..” I exclaim; as I am finding myself giddy with excitement, hiding just under the surface of my skin.

Of course, I had been expecting this sensation; I had planned it this way, all along. I had known how I were to react, all the way back as I had found this tube in my parents’ bedroom. Since I had enjoyed the experience; I had continued to explore it with my brother, in secret.

It had been only too natural, for me to buy a set of my own; once I had found it, as I now am old enough to purchase and use these items myself. I had been exploring the avenue with my brother, even after I had bought the set of tubes for myself.

Only now, I had bought a few more tubes for more personal exploration. I had inserted the first tube of these into my vagina, just as it had been intended for.

In secret; I am wearing one or more of these tubes, under my clothes. I had planned to go out, wearing the tube under my bathing-suit I had just bought the day before. I want to try it out, in public.

Once the tube had been inserted into my vagina, I slip my hands into a pair of clear plastic gloves; before I am uncapping a tube of tube-lubricant, meticulously caressing it into the material of the crystal-clear Silicone tube inserted into my vagina. Only slipping the gloves off of my hands after I had saturated the tube and capped the lubricant-tube.

”Oh-oh-oh..” I sigh, as I caress my vagina, as I am coating it with the gel.

”I never quite get used to how it feels, or the effect it is having on me to apply this gel; but it feels so good, as it is stimulating me in the process of application..” I ponder, smiling to myself.

I still do enjoy applying the gel to myself just as much today, as I had enjoyed it the first time several years ago; but I can’t deny enjoying the experience, of having my brother performing the intimacy to me either.

The application of the lubrication, while wearing the tube always leaves me excited and highly excitable in a manner I can not quite put a finger onto. I had resigned myself; to just enjoying this to the best of my ability, rather than permitting anything as silly as doubt getting in the way, or colour my experience. Why? What’s the point?

While I may have had options to choose from, but I have to confess; I had opted for the set of tubes with the scent of Latex, even if they are crafted out of pure medical grade Silicone. Likewise, I had chosen all the other tubes I had bought that day with the same scent. Furthermore; I had chosen to purchase a matching swim-suit for myself while I was at it, naturally. Well, why not?

I had tried out the entire set for myself before; with my brother in the room, assisting me as well as safeguarding me just in case. You never know. I had enjoyed the application of inserting each of the tubes, just as I had enjoyed his company and assistance in the trial and consequent time together. I know he had enjoyed it, and me just as much as I had been enjoying it too.

With the tube inside and thoroughly lubricated and gelled up; I am wet, soaking wet and I enjoy the feeling.

Knowing the tube is securely inside, I slip the bathing-suit on. Stepping into it, right and left; before I pull it up, slipping my arms in and raise my hands towards the ceiling to make the suit comfortably slide into place. The smooth inner surface, eagerly sliding over my still moist skin from the shower I had so recently enjoyed.

First now, I pick up a large white towel; drying my skin off, leaving me comfortably dry before I can put any clothes on. Only once I am comfortably dry, can I slip into my casual clothes; before I can go out among people, in order to be seen publicly.

Of course, I will have to go out today. I had planned to have my breakfast at the Sugar-cube Corner, after all. I love the atmosphere of the cafe. Who could blame me; considering Diane Pie serving there.

My visits at the Sugar-cube Corner is something I have always been looking forwards to. From the very first time my parents had taken me there. I think it was my birthday. Diane Pie had been there. She had made her utmost to make the event a particularly memorable experience. Just as she always does. She had not failed.

The metallic bloody red Silicone contracting amorously, covering my skin almost as if it had been painted on. Tight and complimentary; tight around my waist and between my breasts, while still leaving just enough room for my effeminate curves to shine as desired.

I step into a pair of black cotton panties, right and left; pulling them all the way up before I afford them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

With the panties on, I pick up a matching top; slipping it down over my head, only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

”That’s all the lingerie I feel like wearing..” I mumble to myself, giggling.

At least, now I have the underwear on. Time to dress up for the day, before I can go out and have my fun. Yes, I had indeed planned for some fun to be had, today.

Since I am going out, I pick a brilliant white cotton blouse; slip my arms through the sleeves right and left, before I button it all the way up to the collar. I prefer to look smart, without going out of my way, I am not going to a fancy restaurant or party.

”Dressing for the occasion, is always right for me!” I ponder, smiling to myself.

”What goes with the white blouse?” I ponder; ”Maybe this black Vinyl skirt?” I consider; as I am extracting the garment, from out of the wardrobe.

With that, I am stepping into the knee-length tight pencil-skirt; only to afford it a few tentative tugs, in order to acquire that ever so elusive perfect fit: once, twice and thrice.

”This skirt always make me feel like a Lady..” I ponder; giggling at my reflection, in the mirror before me.

I give the reflection in the mirror a few critical glances, as I examine my appearance.

”Since I am not going to a party, a pair of white cotton socks should be just fine..” I mumble to myself; as I pick up the matching tubes socks, slipping them on right and left.

Once I had slipped the socks on, I take a step back, before I am closing the door to my wardrobe and turn around; walking up to the door and lift up my right hand, extending it up onto the plaque beside the door and press it gently. I am spreading my fingers wide, feeling the smooth black Silicone coating the mechanism controlling the door out of my bed room; the door slides up before me and I am stepping out into my living room, only to close quietly behind me just as I had cleared the threshold.

The feel of the black Silicone under the palm of my hand always feels so intimate. Almost as if I had been clasping the hand of a dear friend.

I can’t quite put a finger onto exactly how or why I have this feeling; just as I can’t quite point to a time or event, leading me to this experience. Maybe it had just developed, like a friendship.

Once the door had closed behind me, I momentarily walk up to the cinematic sofa; only to stop and extract a Sparkle Cola and uncap it, to take a good sip. I continue to walk towards the door to the cloaking room. Only stopping before the door, as I raise my right hand and extend the palm of my hand onto the plaque; spreading my fingers wide to open the door and step into the cloaking room, barely hearing the ”Swoosh” as the door is sliding shut behind me.

As I had entered the cloaking room; I take a sip before I place the bottle on the floor, extracting a black leather jacket top and slip my right and left arm through the sleeves, before I sip it up.

I pick up the bottle and take another sip; and another, and another. Now I once more place the bottle on the floor, before I am turning my attention to the shoes ion the shoe-rack, critically scrutinizing them before I make my choice. In the need, my eyes fall upon a pair of Pi inch high heels; lacquered black vinyl. These should be just right, for the occasion; since I want to catch a few side-glances, without being the center of attention with every step I take.

”I do enjoy being in the center of attention, but I don’t like to be the girl in the red dress..” I ponder.

I lift my right foot, slipping it into the shoe with some effort on my part; before I am lifting up my left foot, slipping it into the other shoe. With my heels on, I am standing on both feet steadily in the floor; only five inches taller than I had been before I slipped the shoes on.

While the five inches to my height does not do all that much for me; but the stature is more exciting, just as I know people enjoy this stature much more as well. I just giggle.

I bend down, picking up the bottle; taking another sip, finally emptying the bottle before I put the cap on and leave it on the hat-rack. With that, I am done, ready to go.

Since I keep the wallet in the inner pocket of my jacket, I have everything I need on my person; with that, I turn towards the door.

”Click, clack; click, clack..” is heard, as I am walking up to the outer door.

I lift my right hand up and extend it onto the plaque; gently pressing my palm down onto the rubbery; black surface and spread my fingers wide in order to open the door. I eagerly step out of my home as the door slides up before me, only for the door to slide shut as I had cleared the threshold.

”Click, clack; click, clack; click, clack..” is heard, I I am walking down the path laid with black stone tiles.

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I had just arrived at the Sugar-cube Corner Cafe. Diane is clearly at the counter, greeting each and every one who steps into the cafe. Had it been anyone other than Diane, she would have been worked to the bones by now.

I can see her wide grin, as she waits for the next customer, who just happens to me me.

I push the door open and step in, observing the semi-manic grin spread out all over her face; still managing to grow wider, still.

”Greetings, Pinkie..” I exclaim, as I am entering the establishment.

”Hiya, April!” she responds, beaming a wide grin directly at me.

Of course, the door had closed behind me, just a moment after the chime had gone off. Not that she needs to the chimes to know I, or any other customer had entered the cafe. This is Pinkie, we’re talking about. Period.

”The usual, I presume!!” she exclaims.

”Uhm, yes..” I respond.

”Coming right up, just place your hand on the counter before you step right in!” she prompts.

”Thank you, Pinkie!” I respond, continuing into the cafe proper.

I don’t need to worry, with Pinkie at the counter; my favourite table is awaiting me, just as I know my breakfast is served.

Just a moment after she had told me, I lift up my right hand and extend the palm of my hand onto the plaque on the counter; spreading my fingers wide, confirming the payment for my breakfast.

I feel the warmth as my hand touch the slipper smooth Silicone, then the tingling sensation of the confirmation; a moment later I am lifting up my hand, before I am stepping into the inner sanctum that is the cafe.

”Click, clack; click, clack..” I hear the squeaks of each footfall as I am walking over the floor towards my preferred table by the window. I plop down, enjoying the view as I wait for my breakfast to be served.

Like none other, she is bouncing up towards me where I sit by the table by the window; only to expertly place the plate holding my breakfast onto the table before me, as if she had stood still and focused on the task. The table slips down onto the table before me soundlessly.

”Here you go, April; breakfast is served, bon appetit!” she exclaims, just before she turns around and bounces out of the room on her way back behind the counter.

”Thank you..” I respond, just before she had finished placing the plate before me.

The breakfast-special, like it is served nowhere else.

A large plate of Muffins.

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