Alice Pantyhose in Wonderland Ch. 07

Though she loved to watch pantyhose cover her legs, it was euphoric to look at Gwen's reaction as she put on her tights. Her other senses spoke volumes for her eyes though, as she heard the whispering snap of the thick nylons stretch and coat her naked skin with a silky wrapping touch that she purred at as she went past her calf, knee and finally middle thigh.

Looking down she began to roll up the other legging and felt herself becoming excited as one pretty pink leg looked back at her. Putting her right leg down, she pulled up her left leg and repeated the same motion, watching Gwen as she gasped slightly while Alice donned the silky, shiny and half opaque pink tights up her long lovely legs.

With the thick control-top silk bunched up around her thighs, Alice stood and faced away from Gwen, her beautiful heart shaped ass catching the last warm glow of the afternoon sun as it changed from day to evening. Looking over her shoulders, two thumbs at either hip hooked into her pink tights, Alice stood up on her tip toes, her long pink legs pointed as she pulled the tights the rest of the way up her lower body.

She saw Gwen's eyes transfixed on her tiny shrunken body as Alice pulled up the remainder of the miniature hosier with a light snap. Alice's body was absolutely turned on, and she rubbed her legs together as she paraded around in front of Gwen. Walking to the end of the bed, Alice grabbed the shiny ivory pantyhose and stepping closer to the edge of the dresser so her little body was closer to the awestruck giant face of Gwen, turned up one of the removed pantyhose drawers setting it on its end and posing one of her bent legs upon it.

"Keep watching sweetheart," Alice teased as she pulled the bunched up ivory hose along her bent and proudly displayed pink leg.

Rolling the hose up, as she'd done with the tights, she took care of the thin and fragile material, letting her fingers enjoy the feel of the baggy legging as it slid on her thumbs like a pantyhose condom. Bending over so her pink, nylon ass was in the air, Alice put the tip of the reinforced pantyhose toe over her pink foot and began pulling the silk up her bent, tights rich leg.

The combination was amazing to Alice. She could feel the soft, looser silk cover her like a thin film of pantyhose gauze while she immersed herself in a second pair of hosiery. The look of her legs was a pale pink, like a young rose that had an intoxicating sheen to it from the two patterns of silk falling upon each other.

After she had layered one leg up to her thigh, Alice quickly bunched up the other legging and with a nearly breathless effort, drew her other leg into the silky heaven. Putting both feet on the ground, Alice went to the edge of the dresser, barely a few of Gwen's inches away from Gwen's agape lips, and looking up into her eyes with lusty intent, pulled up the rest of the silky white pantyhose to cover her crotch in another layer of wonderful silk.

Stepping forward to Gwen's face, Alice straddled the tip of her cute little nose putting her nylon coated womanhood onto her supple skin while leaning forward just slightly to kiss Gwen on the forehead with a slow loving intent.

Backing up, Alice turned around, her lower body a whisper in pale pink shimmering delight as she grabbed the dress she'd selected and walked over towards the wardrobe where she'd left a few more items. Picking them up, she turned back to look at Gwen and playfully ordered, "Now you stay here my love, and no peeking! Agreed?"

"Yes ma'am," was all Gwen could mutter, having lost the strength of her voice while watching her precious Alice become a pantyhose goddess at only 12 inches tall.

Alice, dress and items in hand, sauntered to behind the large wardrobe in her double stocking feet with an inaudible patter. It took about five minutes total until she was dressed. Some things she usually had at her disposal when getting dressed at her apartment were her make-up desk and a full length mirror; neither of which she had the luxury of here in her tiny open air bedroom.

After applying the perfect shade of lipstick and a subtle fluffing of her long brushed out locks to cover one eye, she asked around the corner of the wardrobe to an unseen Gwen, "are you ready sweetie?"

"Psshhh, finally!" came the provoking sarcasm of her giant lover.

As Gwen watched, her eyes went from curiously peering to full open eyed disbelief. With the sound of clacking heavy purple one-inch platform heels, Alice stepped out from around the corner with one silky ivory pink leg leading the way.

Her walk was sure and confident and 100% sexy as she moved with gracefulness and poise. Her shoulders were back and she led with her legs and hips as she took long, crisscrossing strides that made the long slit in her dress flop open to reveal her beautiful legs up to her thighs. Her dress was a long body tight thin red gown that was covered with satin and sequins making it glitter in the evening light of the Victorian bed chamber. Her flat stomach was hugged by the clinging dress making her curves look sensual and shapely. The dress ended barely above her breasts as a "V" shape accentuated her cleavage which looked to have been severely magnified by the push up of the bustier part of the dress. Her smooth supple shoulders were bare and on her arms she had long satiny purple gloves that ended up past her elbows. Her hair, covering half of her face, framed her beautiful features and sea-blue eye as her blazing red lips and purple eye shadowed lids looked with longing and lust up at the green beauty who was again speechless.

Alice had always found a sense of admiration for Jessica Rabbit and Holly Wood because they were the first cartoon women intentionally made to be sexy on screen. The way they walked, the dresses they wore, how they worked their womanly figures and of course their legs and the power they always portrayed. Though Alice was shooting more for the Jessica Rabbit look with the exact dress, shoes, gloves and lovingly long exposed sexy legs, she couldn't help but let her golden hair be reminiscent of Holly.

As she strode over to where Gwen was still frozen, immobilized by her little nylon clad beauty. She posed lustfully with her shoulders and cleavage forward, hair hanging down while asking, "Shall we do dinner my dear?"

"Sweet little Alice.. how you've grown up so," was all she could utter as she looked amazed at the foot tall sex icon standing on her dresser.

Relaxing slightly and a little embarrassed by the gratuitous reaction from Gwen, Alice dropped the façade slightly, blushing and putting her hands behind her back playfully saying, "c'mon Gwen it's just me... Let's eat.. we don't want to be late!"

Snapping out of her trance with a smile and a little blush of her own, Gwen winked her dazzling green eyes and then laid out her hand, palm up on the dresser, for Alice to sit on for transport to the dinner table.

Sitting on the side of Gwen's palm, Alice intentionally filleted her dress open showing off all of her ivory pink pantyhose legs before resting back in another sultry pose that pushed the limits of her dress and made for yet another pristine pin-up snapshot.

With great care, Gwen stood up with the tiny Alice in hand, and walked over to the dinner table that was surprisingly large yet surprisingly empty. Setting Alice down on the table, her heels making a clicking noise on the immaculately polished wooden surface, Gwen walked about four feet farther to the head chair and pulled it out for herself sitting down across from Alice who was nearly in the center of the eight foot table.

Feeling a little misplaced and a bit on display in front of Gwen with nothing else on the table, Alice eventually asked, "Um, Gwen aren't we having dinner?"

Leaning forward, enjoying the pleasure of knowing what Alice didn't, Gwen leaned forward on her bare crossed arms, her giant emerald pendant necklace swinging forward to sit on the wooden table. "Right you are Silly Alice!!" she remarked. "Right you ARE!

"VIOALA!!" Gwen shouted with dramatic effect as she raised her arms up suddenly, slamming the palms of her hands, fingers spread onto the table surface which made the table shake and Alice stumble.

It happened so fast that Alice nearly missed it. When Gwen slammed her fists down, blue smoke poured down the table like a seething, bubbling sheet being pulled at lightning speed across the entire face of the eight foot piece of furniture. It zoomed past Alice in a silent blur and then everywhere all at once the blue smoke rocketed upwards in different height spikes and masses surrounding Alice in a blue smoke jungle. By the time Alice had time to blink in the split second that occurred the smoke had POOF'ed into a multitude of food, furniture, tableware, spices, drinks and candles.

Instantaneously the room was alight with blazing yellow light from four, tall tapered three-candle candelabras spaced along the table. The air went from a slightly cool feel to a sensually warm and somewhat heavy texture with the fragrant aromatic scent of all the food that was around her like a King's feast.

Looking around, Alice was dumbstruck by the quality and unsettling quantity of the delights in front of her. Plates of roasted ham with pineapple glaze and cherries, salted beef Aux Jus, teriyaki chicken and sage paprika rubbed grilled pork stood behind her sizzling, while bowls of steaming mashed potatoes, Alfredo pasta, rich garlic meat tortellini and yellow fried Jasmine rice with chicken and vegetables lined both sides of the table. Enormous piles of delicate buttered breads, flakey parmesan rolls, croissants stuffed with rosemary and cream cheese and some wheat bread sticks basted with honey, rose beyond the meats behind her, and an array of deserts including cream stuffed chocolate covered éclairs, strawberries with chocolate, decadent black triple chocolate cake and blueberry cheesecake with whipped cream fit in around the other plates and dishes as best they could. Enormous decanters of red and white wine sat in crystal containers, the stoppers removed as, porcelain pitchers holding sweet creamed milk and passion fruit juice were in other containers towards where Gwen was seated.

In front of Gwen was a beautiful china plate that was a shimmering pearl white gilded with what looked like liquid gold in intricate leaf patterns around the outside edge. To one side were three forks of various sizes, two spoons and a knife all made of blindingly gorgeous silver. To the other side of her plate was a satiny smooth looking white napkin folded in an intricate shape to resemble a bouquet of flowers. In front of the plate was a large wine glass that Alice would have trouble drinking out of at her size. It was of the finest crystal and gave off prismatic shafts of light as the candles made little pin pricks of red, blue and green on the tablecloth that had also magically appeared.

In front of Alice was an even more amazing site, a miniature version of Gwen's tableware down to the smallest detail and set on a table about 18 inches long that was plenty long for Alice to sit and eat at. A giant plush chair with a rich décor of gold and maroon was pulled out slightly, and every morsel of food that was around her in heaps, piles and dishes was amazingly recreated at Alice's size and placed identically on her table.

Looking up, with what must have been the most scatterbrained look ever, Alice saw the pleasure in Gwen's eyes who was reveling in the majesty her powers still brought when she put them on display for her Alice. "Gwen, I don't know how you do it, but you are amazing... No doubt about it!"

At Gwen's polite gesturing hand, Alice sat down in the soft chair at the table, her dress falling open so the back of her right leg was silky rubbing on the satiny cushion. Taking off her gloves so as not to get them dirty, Alice folded them delicately next to her, out of the way of potentially spilled food. Purring slightly she was suddenly famished and instantly began digging into the meal.

Standing with plate in hand, Gwen walked about the full size table, with Alice as the centerpiece amid huge towering candelabras and a ham that Alice could bore out to make a piggy home, as she dished up her plate. Before long they both had an enormous helping of food, a full glass of wine, breads and meats and side dishes that made them both moan with delight as they ate and enjoyed the simple delight of each other's company.

Often times, Alice or Gwen would raise their glasses high in toast to pantyhose, tights, tea parties or whatever else entered their thoughts. They sat there for nearly 30 minutes chatting and laughing.

From time to time, Alice would pick up one of her large pastries, such as an entire miniature chocolate cake that was no bigger than a peppermint, walk up to Gwen, and as she leaned forward, delicately placed the desert in her large mouth. Often times, Gwen would intentionally slurp up Alice's arms in the intimate bite, letting her tongue slide over Alice's tiny arms and in between her dainty fingers. Gasping the first time it happened, Alice had repeated several trips to get such attention again from Gwen's warm mouth.

Repaying the favor, Gwen took her pinky and idly dipped it in the whip cream and blueberry topping of the cheesecake presenting her fingertip to Alice. Leaning forward, holding her hair back, she opened her mouth at the finger that was as big around as a can of coffee. Sensually placing her tongue to Gwen's skin, Alice lapped up a heavy portion of the sweet delight leaving a white puff of whipped cream on her cheek that made both women giggle.

After sharing drinks from their wine glasses that started to make them both warm and fuzzy Alice asked incredulously, "Gwen... this meal has been fantastic!!! How do you do it? And how did you know what all my favorite food are?"

With a sudden booming laughter that shook the table, and almost scared Alice out of her chair, Gwen lost herself in a fit of guffaws that was becoming slightly insulting to Alice as she watched her chestnut haired guide nearly turn invisible from the strain that was making her turn vaporous blue and translucent.

"What's so funny?" Alice asked trying not to sound agitated to ruin the otherwise impeccable meal.

"You!!!" Gwen said through teary green eyes. "You are silly little Alice. How did I know what your favorite foods are? Because you know what your favorite foods are... Silly Alice."

"What do you mean?"Alice asked more sternly, obviously upset and a little embarrassed to be the source of Gwen's insane outburst.

Composing herself with repose, Gwen pushed the nearly empty plate of food away from her and grasped her wine glass, drinking down nearly ¾ of a glass with a few heavy gulps. Setting the glass down, Gwen leaned in closer, putting her bare arms on the tablecloth as she ran one finger around the top of the crystal goblet.

"You've heard me say that this is a place of your own making, and yet you seem determined and defiant to refuse the fact that it is," Gwen started off rather seriously but patient at the same time.

Uncrossing her silky legs under the table and drinking down a good portion of her own wine before refilling the glass, Alice took the full glass, got up from the table and walked over towards Gwen, looking up at her as she crossed the 4 foot distance in several strides.

"Go, on," Alice beckoned with a wave of her hand while she stood there, a perfect pink, red and purple Jessica Rabbit doll with a glass of wine.

Lowering her face more so she was closer to Alice again, she continued to finger the top of the glass as she went on. "Let me prove it to you, my sweet little Alice doll," Gwen said matter of factly.

"Remember when we met? Remember how embarrassed you were to be seen naked in front of me? And look at how you were with your bath and getting dressed?" Gwen asked with a raised eyebrow.

"So?" Alice said playing devil's advocate. "I know you now Gwen, we've shared many wonderful things that have made us closer, of course I would feel different and more comfortable being naked in front of you. You're my Gwen."

Smiling bashfully at the compliment from Alice, Gwen went on after finishing her wine. "Remember when I asked you if you wanted to have your pantyhose back when we first met? Remember how ashamed you were to admit it? Look at you tonight getting dressed, nearly begging me to dress you and reveling on a bed full of pantyhose ripe for you to writhe around in."

Pondering this, Alice still didn't seem convinced. "I've been in pantyhose the entire time since I've been here and things have changed there too because 'YOU' keep dressing me in pantyhose."

"No," Gwen corrected quickly. "You are dressing yourself in pantyhose."

"Excuse me... but you were the one caressing silk onto my body magically and sometimes orgasmically, I was just the recipient," Alice tried to rebut.

"How did I know your favorite foods? How do I know you like wearing pantyhose now without your panties on? How do I know you like having at least two pairs of nylons on now?" Gwen asked to further her debate.

"You've been around me enough to see my reaction to them. Tonight just confirms that to you," Alice said flatly.

"What about the witch, Silly... Little... Alice?" Gwen said with a suddenly serious and almost menacing demeanor that made Alice take a step back while she punctuated each word. "How did she know to wear pantyhose with a slit along her black dress to show off for you? How did she know about your high school days as a cheer leader? How did she know about your college roommate? How did she know about me?? I wasn't even there?"

"Her kiss... she used her kiss to read my mind," Alice answered after a moment of thought.

"NO!" Gwen said slamming down a large fist onto the table making the plates and wine glasses rattle. "Wrong, Silly little Alice. YOU are afraid of who you are. You have been hiding behind the façade of another person who walks around in skirts and smiles at work, but thinks about nothing else in her life other than her pantyhose, tights and nylon stockings. You love your parents and your friends, but they don't know who you really are. Why don't you have a boyfriend, Alice? Why don't you have a girlfriend? Why do you run to the bathroom at work to sneak on an extra stolen pair of pantyhose when you have a drawer full of them at your home in New York? Why do you sit in front of your mirror at home and watch yourself pull up your nylons every.. single... time? Why do you gaze at other women in hosiery and ponder if they are like you? And why have you never, ever told anyone else about your obsession for legs and pantyhose?.... WHY??!!!"

"I....." Alice started unsure of how to answer so many questions at once. "I love pantyhose so much it is who I am," she said after a few moments choosing her words carefully. "High school, college, work... they are all times in my life that have defined how much I love pantyhose and made me happy. I.... I never.."

"You never what Alice?" Gwen prodded with an even stare that made Alice suddenly feel embarrassed and small again about talking about herself in this way; about pantyhose. With Gwen though it was different and after a second she continued.

"No one knows who I am, Gwen," Alice said with tears starting form. I feel so ashamed for who I am and how I live with my obsession. I'm afraid to share who I really am, because... I suppose I don't think anyone else is like me. I've only ever felt at peace with my college roommate who I... I"

"Who you were in love with before life changed and she went away," Gwen finished.

Nodding with tears on her beautiful cheeks, one side covered by her golden blonde hair, Alice lowered her face sniffling slightly.

Pulling the soft napkin off of her lap, Gwen twisted it a couple times and in a puff of blue jasmine smoke, the napkin became a handkerchief of white satin and lace that she handed to her tiny lover.