Tuesday, September 14, 2021

A Price Worth Paying New Story with Illustration

 

Ashamed to see it’s been so long since I’ve posted anything- Bea would not be impressed - but great to see Rocket Dave and Rosie have been active with their wonderful contributions.

This is quite short and has been posted elsewhere so some have already seen it. Hopefully readers will enjoy it.

Take care

Carrie




A Price Worth Paying

By

CarrieP

 

 

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lthough he had only met her on a few occasions William dreaded the idea of visiting Caroline’s mother. It’s not that she was a complete ogre but she was a little overbearing, single minded and quite demanding. He assumed that these traits were common to extremely wealthy women as the few times they had met her friends displayed similar characteristics.  However on the positive side he had to admit she had wonderful taste was extremely generous and funded Caroline’s and by extension his own idyllic life style so it would be most unreasonable to be too critical.  His feeling of dread was not helped by the fact that she lived on a small island although it was large enough to accommodate several other mansions owned by her aforementioned friends, all middle aged matrons, and also all immensely rich and powerful. The only thing that would make the visit tolerable was her mother’s extremely well curate and extensive art collection which he believed included some very valuable pieces. Caroline had promised if her mother was not too busy she may even allow him to view it.

Thankfully this visit was to be brief as Caroline was taking him away for a week to celebrate their engagement. As they approached their destination he considered himself most fortunate, the income Caroline derived from her trust fund was eye watering and multiples of what William earned. Several months prior to the engagement she had persuaded him or perhaps insisted, would be more accurate, to abandon his job and concentrate on assisting her run her mother’s various charitable foundations and art galleries. How could he refuse, there was very little effort required apart from turning up at fundraisers and entertaining her mother’s friends. Of course it was a little boring at times but it did offer many opportunities for access to private art collections and if he was honest he did enjoy the attention of the wealthy middle- aged women owners of these collections. It was no doubt an idyllic lifestyle and one which up to recently he could only dream about.

So meeting her mother to deliver the good news of their engagement was a price worth paying.

The twenty minute ferry ride to the island went smoothly enough and they were met by very serious looking Miss Hargreaves, his future mother in law’s assistant who drove them the short distance to the house.

The house, like Caroline’s mother, had an intimidating effect on him and passing through the large and well appointed vestibule two housemaids curtsied as the trio passed. William always felt as uncomfortable with servants as he did with Caroline’s mother. It  was very hard for him to put his finger on it,  it was not as if they said anything untoward or disrespectable it was just that they always seemed to have a strange look on their faces as if they had a slight contempt for him. He thought it was like an exclusive tailor assessing a client he deemed unworthy of his craft with his eyes before finally taking accurate measurements. Then there was the friendly but almost smirking smile when they curtsied.

I’ll certainly be glad to leave here in a few hours he thought as they were shown into the main drawing room.

“Madam will be here shortly Miss Caroline.” Miss Hargreaves said as she gestured to one of the maids where to position the tea tray before leaving.

“Congratulations Miss Caroline.” the maids said as she carefully placed the willow patterned tea cups on the coffee table in front of them “I’m sure both you and Miss William will be so happy.”

Caroline laughed and slapped her thighs with both hands.

“Oh I’m terribly sorry I meant Master William.” the girl said apologetically and curtsied to William.

“Miss William indeed!” Caroline shrieked as she continued to find this most amusing before finally regaining her composure to reassure the maid “That’s quite all right Alice.”

William shuffled uncomfortably on the sofa and felt his cheeks redden as Caroline continued to struggle with her giggles much to his irritation.

“Miss William is not offended.” she chortled continuing the attempt to suppress her hilarity and after a few moments she eventually calmed herself sufficiently to ask “Are you darling?”

He would have sounded extremely pompous and ill humoured if he had told the truth and decided the best option was to try to laugh it off.

“No not at all.” he lied attempting a laugh and as Caroline turned her attention to the door where her mother had just entered a sly but noticeable smirk came over Alice’s face.

Of course this only reaffirmed his suspicions about the servant girls but as his future mother in law strode across the room he had to dismiss further thoughts on the matter. After receiving a kiss on either cheek from Caroline she turned her attention to William

“William it has been far too long.” she said offer her cheek for his kiss, an undertaking he never relished and always found it childish and perhaps even a little effeminate. “Come kiss Mother like a good boy.”

She pulled him so close to her that he could feel the wire in the bra that contained her ample breasts.

“Lovely to see you again.” he lied again.

“Lovely to see you again…”she said coolly, tilting her head slightly and raising an eyebrow.

This was the part he dreaded most and knew any attempt at avoidance would only lead to further humiliation. He swallowed hard and desperately tried to evade the maid’s prying eyes.

“Lovely to see you again…em…”he struggled before finally steeling himself to add “Mother”

“You really should not need reminding William.” she said in a friendlier tone “You are part of my family now and we should be as close as I am with Caroline. And I believe we soon will be.”

Concluding that any argument he would make would only make matters worse and would only result in Caroline taking her mother’s side. He chose the path of least resistance.

“Yes Mother.” he answered and was rewarded with smiles of satisfaction from Caroline and her mother and another grin from Alice the maid.

As Alice closed the door behind her Caroline’s mother turned to her daughter.

“I do wish you would not laugh in such a loud way in front of the servants Caroline.” she chided her daughter “It is most unbecoming and sets a bad example. Whatever was the cause of so much jollity? I could hear you from several feet outside the door.”

Caroline started giggling again and her mother turned to her soon to be son in law.

“William?”

“It… emm..ah…it was nothing of any consequence.” he stumbled and seeing the irritated look on her face quickly added “… Mother.”

“It certainly doesn’t sound like it was nothing of any consequence, young man.” she said her voice becoming a little vexed “Do I have to call Alice in and question her.”

She fixed him with a steely stare and within a second or two he blurted,

“Alice addressed me as Miss William.”

“Is that all?” she replied “Shame on you Caroline for laughing at the poor boy’s discomfort.”

William felt vindicated but quickly became alarmed as her mother slipped her arm over his shoulder and gently drew his head onto her breast. He had to admit that it was comforting to know that at least someone understood his ego had been bruised.

“Alice mistook him for a girl.” Caroline needlessly explained the joke and began giggling again.

“Yes Caroline I do understand. And if you had not told the poor boy to grow his hair long he would not look so feminine.” her mother upbraided her “But William is a most sensitive soul and even if he does look a little feminine it is no cause for such raucous laughter.”

“We all know William is not the most rugged of men.”Caroline snorted a little peeved by her mother’s criticism and glanced at him before continuing “Even you must admit that, William. It was just the shock of someone, a housemaid, saying it out loud. It was taken by surprise, it was not meant as an insult darling.”

He tried to lift his head to protest but her mother’s strong hand easily prevented him doing so and his face continued to remain snuggled against her soft satin blouse.

“That’s not……”he tried to object but was interrupted immediately.

“Yes dear but it’s nothing to be ashamed about.” Mother consoled him gently stroking his mane “It is a very rare and most attractive quality in a man. There are far too many macho types masquerading as men these days it is so refreshing to find a man who has such delicate features and is in touch with his feminine side.”

“Feminine…” he repeated and once more attempted an objection but to no avail.

“Don’t interrupt darling while Mother is speaking.” Caroline’s mother said softly and pressed his face even tighter to her bosom. “Yes, you are indeed blessed with such soft almost girlish looks and those wonderful dainty hands not to mention your long eyelashes. And of course your thick, lustrous curls. Any girl would envy those features my dear. All my friends think Caroline is a very lucky girl indeed.”

She finally allowed him to raise his head and then looked him in the eyes.

“It was the reason I allowed permission to ask you for your hand in marriage.” she said “And I just have this feeling, call it a mother’s intuition, the dreadful masculine ego that most men have is absent in you.”

“But…”he made another attempt to speak but once again was overruled.

“I just hope I haven’t made a mistake.” she said squeezing his hand gently, her eyes gazing longingly into his as she waited for the correct answer.

He felt the same now as he had done when Caroline asked him to marry her – unable to stand up for himself and say what he really wished to say. Of course the luxurious lifestyle and her mother’s generous allowance were large incentives not to rock the boat.

They probably didn’t mean feminine, maybe they just could not think of another word. he rationalised. It would be a pity to cause any unpleasantness over a minor misunderstanding.

“Oh no Mother I’m not that sort of person” he answered.

“Good I’m so glad to hear that.” she said “I knew I had not misjudged you and now you have accepted Caroline’s proposal as a special reward I will treble your personal allowance.”

“Oh Mother thank you so much.” he squealed and although he suddenly became aware of just how feminine he had sounded he almost instantaneously dismissed any thought of self criticism.

Treble my allowance! he shouted in the privacy of his brain.

However the delight was evident on his face, Caroline looked at her mother and smiled in the way women do at excited children.

“Well it’s almost time for your afternoon nap.” her mother said.

“But Mother…” Caroline protested.

“Now young lady,” her mother cut her short “You know how I feel about proper rest. I have already told the servants to prepare your room.”

“But…we have a long drive ahead of us and as William cannot drive I’d like to get going in a few hours.” Caroline retorted.

“More is the reason why you should rest.” her mother quickly answered. “Don’t you think so William?”

“Oh yes Mother.” he gushed and still overcome by excitement at his good fortune smiled at her adoringly. “I can take a walk while you rest.”

“Oh no darling you need a nap also.” she said and gently patted his lap “I insist.”

“But I…”he began but was not allowed to proceed.

“William!” Caroline’s mother smiled as she spoke softly yet quite firmly “If you are to marry into my family you really must understand that Mother knows best.”

Her smile although sweet conveyed a very clear message – arguing or any form of dissent was strictly verboten and before he could answer she added,

“And perhaps afterwards you would like to see my collection.  I have two of Monet’s mid period inherited from my mother and several German expressionists and I’m sure you would like to see the sketches Picasso gave me when I modelled for him. It only took him five minutes but interesting nonetheless. Of course I’m been hounded to show lend them to New York and London so you will be the first to see them outside this island.”

“Oh for heaven’s sake.” Caroline muttered rolling her eyes in exasperation “What Mother wants Mother gets.”

As if trebling his allowance was not astounding enough the revelation of such an awe-inspiring collection had William’s head reeling and he was barely aware of his surroundings as he climbed the wide ornate staircase between the two women. He was envisaging exactly which of the German Expressionists she had when he realised there was a slight tugging at his arms and he finally managed to lift him out of his stupor. He was quite surprised to find Miss Hargreaves unbuttoning the last button on his shirt and about to remove it.

“Ah…what…”he exclaimed as looking down his trousers and underwear had already been removed and folded neatly on a chair together with his jacket.

“Quite all right Master William.” she said in a matter of fact way “Nothing I’ve not seen before. And I should add, nothing to get over excited about.”

“But..I …where…”he spluttered his hands dropping to cover his exposed genitals finally taking in the luxurious surroundings he found himself in.

“The mistress’s bedroom, Master William.” Miss Hargreaves answered the unasked question as she moved to the large bed and returned with a long sleek garment. “Hands over your head please, I promise I will not look. Not that there’s much to see.”

“But…I…” he continued to struggle for words.

“Madam and Miss Caroline are in Madam’s dressing room and will be with you momentarily.” she said sharply gesturing to a room off the bedroom before adding “And I doubt very much if you wish to be presented au natural. Now please comply and place your hands over your head like a good boy.”

 


 


 

 

He closed his eyes as she placed the multi layered silk night gown over his head and fussed with it until she was satisfied it was hanging properly.

“The mistress was correct as always.” she smiled as she arranged a large and ornate satin bow at the neck placing the two  long ribbons neatly as they fell to knees She then gazed at him intently with what he thought strangely as a look of pride “It fits you perfectly.”

“But this is …”he began before she interjected.

“Yes a most beautiful nightgown. The finest silk, of course.” Miss Hargreaves said adjusting the frills at the shoulder to her satisfaction “One of the mistress’s favourites. You are a very lucky girl… oh I do apologise… a very lucky young man indeed.”

“Is my darling son in law ready for our nap, Miss Hargreaves?” Caroline’s mother said as she swept into the room dressed in a full length pink robe of heavy satin ornamented with ostrich feathers at the cuffs. Caroline accompanied her in ivory satin robe with a long train.

His cheeks turned red and he desperately wanted to leave, he held out the nightgown’s silk material as if to register a protest. He suddenly remembered the promise to treble his allowance and not wishing to jeopardise it felt the best course would be to withdraw without an argument and take his clothes with him.

“Caroline shouldn’t we go to your room.” he pleaded.

“Oh no dear my bed is quite big enough for all three of us. It will be so cosy.” her mother said and moved closer to scrutinise him.

He became quite flustered and fingered the nightgown’s soft material.

“Oh my darling boy, no need to be embarrassed you look exquisite.” Caroline mother beamed and embraced him. “Alice was right of course you do make a much better looking girl.”

He tried to protest but no words would come as she took his hand and led him to the bed that Miss Hargreaves was busy turning down.

“I’ve been looking forward to having an intimate…ah…”she paused “talk with you since I heard of your engagement. Miss Hargreaves you can take away Miss William’s clothes, he won’t be needing them now.”

“Very good, Madam.” Miss Hargreaves replied with a curtsy.

“Really Mother.” Caroline said as she followed them to the bed “You could have at least waited until after the ceremony.


Thursday, March 4, 2021

Swiss Miss Sissy Fanfic

Me again.  Coincidentally, within the past six months or so, I’ve been contacted by two different people who have written their own continuations of “Swiss Miss Sissy,” which, in case you don’t remember since it’s been a while, was the story that had been originated by Bea and then taken over by Bambi.  It was very gratifying getting messages of this sort, if only to know that there were people who enjoyed and were inspired by SMS.  As I’ve complained about in the past, it’s been often difficult to discern if the story was attracting much of an audience.  That said, there were elements within both of those continuations that I felt made them not entirely suitable for this blog. 

The first person to contact me had written their own epilogue to the story, which, while well written, was also entirely too macabre.  It certainly would not have won over anyone who already found SMS too twisted for their liking.  I sent it to Bambi and they agreed.  The worst part by far was that the epilogue ends with the death of the protagonist, Charles/Cheryl.  Yikes.  However, I’d be lying if I said that I wasn't also put off by the fact that there’s a description of Cheryl being sexually violated by a group of men. 

Yes, in “Swiss Miss Sissy,” Cheryl is violated by multiple women, and I’m not saying that one is more okay than the other, but the simple fact of the matter is that one is a turn-on for me and one isn’t.  I’m certain there are probably readers of this blog who are more receptive to the idea of male on sissy sex or whatever, which is totally fine, but if that's the kind of thing you're interested in reading about, I'm sure you can probably find it elsewhere.  Naturally, I would hope that LGBT people feel welcome here, but as it says at the top of the page, "A place to collect the thoughts and experiences of heterosexual male cross dressers and transvestites," and I don’t have any personal interest in veering too far away from that mission statement.  Before I discovered Bea’s stories, I can remember how challenging  it was finding anything within the feminization genre that appealed to my interests as a straight male.  Of course, I consider myself very pro-LGBT (I actually just got blocked on deviantART a couple weeks ago by this homophobic Wizard of Oz fan who was mad at me for criticizing him for his anti-gay bigotry), but I doubt anyone would consider me a homophobe for not wishing to read about a gay gangbang.  I feel as though I’ve gotten a bit more flexible over the years when it comes to what I’m comfortable with, but I have my limits.  

As I noted, the second continuation I was sent more recently also had a part that didn’t feel like anything Bea would have really approved of and didn’t fit with the story that Bambi is (was?) trying to tell, but the scene I found objectionable was easier to excise, so after this rambling preamble, I will be sharing it in a somewhat edited form.   

I do feel a bit weird appointing myself the arbiter of what is and isn’t appropriate for this blog and for “Swiss Miss Sissy” specifically, but having been somewhat acquainted with Bea and particularly well acquainted Bea’s work, I believe I have a decent handle on what they would and wouldn’t have been okay with as far as feminization scenarios go.  Besides, Bea made me a blog contributor, so I'd like to think that meant that my judgement was trusted.   

Wednesday, February 17, 2021

V-Day, Part 3

Those of you who don't follow me on deviantART may not have seen the comic I posted there over the weekend.  It's the third installment in what has turned out to be a series of Valentine's Day-centric commissions from my frequent collaborator, TG author James Craft.

First, if you didn't see the previous two installments or don't remember them, here are the links to those as well:

https://beastv.blogspot.com/2017/02/diy-valentine.html

https://beastv.blogspot.com/2018/02/anything-you-can-do_14.html

And this is the most recent and hopefully final installment:






To be honest, I initially lost much of my enthusiasm for this commission once I realized it was essentially just a rehash of the last one: unwitting guy gets feminized by a sexy neighbor lady, aided by the guy she feminized in the last comic, and then they end up acting as maids for her and her friends.  It's starting to feel repetitive.  However, the truth is, being the perfectionist that I am, I was less than satisfied with how some of the artwork in the second part turned out, so I saw this as an opportunity to redeem myself, in a sense, by doing a better job this time around.  

I'm still quite proud of the first part, which I titled "DIY Valentine."  I think it worked perfectly well as a standalone thing and didn't need to be a series... or if James was going to turn it into a series, he could at least have tried to come up with a more intelligible plot while he was at it.  Anyway, I don't mean to grumble; I am pretty happy with how this third part turned out.  I ought to be, considering I spent probably the equivalent of a full work week on these two pages.  

Friday, December 11, 2020

New/Old Art

This series of images was commissioned by author James Craft back in early 2015, using characters I had created for some of my earliest feminzation art.  Though I'd been paid for it long ago, I only finished inking it and added color about five months back.  Even then, I kept putting off posting it online because I'd intended to add dialogue, but I could never find the energy/inspiration.  

What kind of jerk takes half a decade to finish a simple art commission that shouldn't require more than a week, tops?  Well, you see, when I showed James the sketches, he liked them so much that he proposed we expand what was intended to be a one-off "comic" of sorts into a full-fledged illustrated story.  I was actually pretty excited about the idea.  The thought of doing a story involving these characters had crossed my mind before, though I had serious doubts that my ability to write would be as good as my ability to draw.

While I did once win an award for a story I wrote in fifth grade, I think the main reason for that was because the kids who voted for it had liked my illustrations.  To be honest, I struggled so much coming up with an idea for my story, I looked at a bunch of my old Cricket magazines for inspiration and basically ripped-off the premise from one story to use in my own.  In my defense, it was not an original idea to begin with, but rather something of a well-worn trope in fiction (characters panic over a spooky noise than they later discover is something innocuous).  Hey, at least I was more original than the kid who I realized years later had totally plagiarized a story by Richard Matheson.  

I'm afraid that any feminzation story I'd try to write would probably end up being a mish-mash of stolen ideas from other stories.  A collaboration with an established writer would take a lot of the pressure off.  Although the books I've illustrated for James Craft in the past have not been my cup of tea, I figured I could steer him away from any areas I was uncomfortable with.  Besides, I don't have the knack for writing that he has, plus we've always gotten along really well.

Unfortunately, after a few fits and starts, the project never really got off the ground.  I mostly blame myself.  For one thing, I felt ridiculously protective of these characters that I'd never fleshed out or even named, so I shot down all of James' ideas as not being suitable, though he had precious little to go off of when I had failed to establish who they were or what their relationship to each other was.  But even after I came up with an idea that we were both happy with, I felt like we just couldn't get on the same page.  While James and I often seem to have different preferences when it comes to femization fiction, I think a big problem was that I was too shy to articulate what I wanted to see in a story.  Maybe I just don't know what I want.  While I can concoct various feminization scenarios, I'm not sure how to keep it interesting once the guy is fully feminized. 

I stopped working on his commission once we started talking about a collaboration because I didn't know if I'd have to make changes to the art later to suit the story we were going to write.  Even so, once we amicably agreed to put that collaboration on the backburner indefinitely, I should have just finished the commission then and there.  It's been a source of guilt that I let it gather dust for so long afterward.  Just to give a sense of how long it's been, above one of the sketches, I wrote "Ready Player 1," presumably because I heard someone mention that title and I thought it might be something worth looking into later (though it probably wasn't and I never did).  In the time it took me to finish this one stupid commission, Steven Spielberg made a whole movie out of this book I hadn't even heard of when I started sketching.  


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More recently, I've been working on another comic for James Craft, and it's also taking longer than I'd like, but that's partly because it started out being six pages, then turned into twelve, and now it's closer to thirty forty, all because James kept coming up with ideas.  Still, I would have finished it long ago were it not for my laziness and all-too frequent periods of depression.  I would love to do more sequential art in the future, and even maybe get to the point where I could make a living off my art, but the achingly slow progress I've made with this project has made that dream feel less viable... which makes me depressed, which makes it harder to concentrate on my art, etc.   

The comic I'm working on now is something James plans on publishing (which is something he failed to communicate to me at first, to my frustration), so I'm unable to give people the opportunity to see much of what I've done so far, which sucks, as I truly feel that it's some of my best work to date.  However, I have been given permission to share a couple small excerpts at least.



 


The end of that statement is supposed to be, "...it was worth the wait."  Once it's complete, I really hope the same can be said about this comic.  


Thursday, March 12, 2020

Castre's Walking the Dog


Has anyone seen this month's artwork by Castre in Petticoat Punishment Monthly? If you haven't, it's called “Walking the Dog”, and it depicts a man in ladies’ clothes walking a tiny dog along a town street, under the watchful gaze of several, equally elegantly dressed ladies. The link to the picture is here.



Castre is, together with Christeen, artist-in-residence at petticoated.com, which publishes a piece of her artwork each month. Yes, I did just assume her gender, but come on, there are no ‘he’s in this business. We’re all girlies here.

In her art, Castre uses photo collage to depict different scenes of men dressed as ladies. Heads of, almost invariably balding middle aged men, are photoshopped on otherwise fully feminine bodies with rather exaggerated breasts, usually in sumptuous, if a little old-fashioned and conservative clothes: full skirts, blouses with billowing sleeves, high heels. The ladies in Castre’s pictures are molded to similar bodily proportions and dressed in similar styles, though leaning more towards emitting an air of authority. The dominance of the female figure over the man is present in each picture. The lady can be either in direct confrontation with the visibly subdued male, or she can be merely smiling knowingly into the camera while the male figure in the background is being subjected to some act of humiliation or other. Beside the submission expressed through their clothes and demeanor, the men in Castre’s artwork are also shown physically more diminutive than the ladies. Often, the men are the shortest in the pictures, despite their very high heels.

The prevalent theme in the transgender / forced feminization fiction genre, both in stories as well as art, is the full feminization of the male, i.e. that the male ends up looking indistinguishable from a female. This does not hold true for Castre’s pictures. On the contrary, the most notable feature of her artwork is that she makes no attempt at concealing the true gender of the men. Except for an occasional pair of dangling earrings or an application of lipstick, the faces of her men – in contrast to their fully feminized bodies – retain their raw masculinity.

While we can say that as Castre steps one step before the full feminization, her men are spared some of the torment and humiliation received by the typical men in the genre, we could as well argue that the very same feature makes the humiliation of Castre’s men even greater than usual as, even when their submission to the females is complete, they are denied the sanctuary of concealing their true gender. (As a side remark – I’m sure readers will appreciate that this is difficult to judge for someone who is yearning to be fully feminized himself ;)

Personally, I have mostly found Castre’s ultra-realistic choice of depicting unchanged male faces too crude for my taste. Yet, despite the ultra-realism, her latest work, Walking the Dog, is, for me, one of the greatest works in the genre, a simply captivating depiction of the feminization of a man.

Starting with the simply fantastic outfit of the unfortunate man. He is the central figure in the picture, walking a dog along a town street and is observed by four ladies, two sharing the same sidewalk, two from the windows of the houses he is walking by. The man looks middle aged, with short dark hair crowning his bald spot. A coat of purple lipstick is the only feminine touch to his face, but it does not so much hide his true gender as it emphasizes the full extent of its inadequacy. Apart from his face, he is utterly immersed in femininity. His billowing white silk or satin blouse, with the usual pair of pointy breast underneath it, is tucked into the high, pink trimmed waistline of a very, shiny white full mid-calf length skirt, likely with a petticoat underneath it, and he is wearing white shoes with a rather high heel. Even the dog is of a miniature breed, to further emphasize the man’s feminization, and the leash he is holding it by is pink, matching the piping of his skirt.

What, in my own humble opinion, makes Walking the Dog stand out from Castre’s body of work is the lady on the left side of the picture, walking towards our hero. With her, Castre introduces for the first time a “true outsider” – a lady which is neither actively involved in the feminization of the man, nor is she an observer, consecrated in the close circle of those “in the know”. Even by her outfit, it is not hard to take her for an outsider of Castre’s universe. She is neither drenched in frilly satins and silks, nor dressed in severely cut skirts and jackets that exude uncompromising authority. Except for the exaggerated breasts and her high heels to match anyone else in the picture, her clothes are rather casual. This is further emphasized with the shopping bag in her hand, with the baguette sticking out. In fact, the least realistic element on her is the store brand – who goes to Lidl on heels like that?

However, what really tells us that she is neither a forceful participant nor an invited and intended observer of the man’s humiliation is the frowning expression on her face as she looks at the man. It conveys both surprise and disapproval of what she sees. We don’t know how much she knows of the man, but whatever the reason he is dressed in women’s clothes, there is something to frown about. If he is dressed like that by his own will, then he is making a mockery of the pretty clothes. If he is forced to do so, he is making a mockery of his sex, by letting himself be forced into the situation. Her sentiments are shared by the lady looking on to the man through the window on the right. With her hair up in rollers and the pussy bow on her white silk blouse, she looks more at home in Castre’s world, but her frown is something we have not seen so far, and it lends a touch of real-world reality to the scene.

The other two other ladies in the picture appear to be taking the hero’s feminization much more in stride. The lady to the right of the man, standing by the open door, is laughing heartily at the sight of him. The brown leather ledger-like handbag in her hands gives her a professional look. She might be just on her way to work and is therefore another chance encounter, though unlike the lady on the left, she is obviously amused by the sight of the feminized man. Then again, she could be the dominatrix that set the man out on his way, dressed as he is. The open door, and the second lady in the window of the same house seem to support the latter story – she is observing the man in the street approvingly, and she does not look the least surprised. Perhaps it is her that has forced the man out on the street, and is now contentedly savoring the fruit of her efforts.

The finishing touch to the picture, again in my own humble opinion, is the look shared by the lady on the left and the feminized man. It looks almost as if the woman witnessing the feminized man is more uncomfortable with the situation as the man himself. His face does not really show any signs of great anguish. However embarrassing and humiliating his ordeal may be, he has already fought his last battle, and – by the looks of it – lost it, too. For all its humiliation, stepping out into the real world in his utterly feminine attire simply can’t have any relevant consequence on his life. His fate is now and forevermore in the hands of the dominant ladies. In the way he looks at the lady walking in his opposite direction, I read not so much shame and embarrassment as guilt and apprehension. As if he was feeling guilty for displeasing her with the way he is dressed, and somewhat fearful of what will happen as they come closer together.

It is a touch that, to me, makes the artwork almost as plausible as a real-life photograph. It is a touch that, to me, makes it so dangerous. It makes me want to run out the building in women’s clothes and high heeled shoes. It instills in my mind the idea that this is somehow a viable lifestyle.


Wednesday, August 7, 2019

The Prescribed Procedure

Hi All,

I've come up with this shortie, when I should have been working on another story, or better yet, getting some sleep.

Hope you like it.

Thursday, April 11, 2019

Mother's Little Helper - short story with illustration



Sorry Bea,I haven’t posted anything here for a long time and this is not new so some readers here may have already have read it, hopefully anyone who have not may enjoy it.

I haven't had a chance to check for typos and grammatical errors so apologies if there are any.

Carrie




Mother’s Little Helper

Bby
CarrieP

Caroline had literally swept William off his feet although strictly speaking it was a wave on a secluded beach in the south of France that did that. However she did pick him up with relative ease after he had been staggering about in the water dazed and confused like a drunk monkey, much to the amusement of her friends. Being overpowered by a three foot wave was one thing but now he was engulfed by a much stronger force and quickly became subsumed by it. They became inseparable and two weeks later when she proposed he accepted, not that he had much choice in the matter. The same night she informed him they would live with her mother until they got married, William was so besotted and if he was to be honest he was also more than a little intimated by her that he made no objection – it would have hardly have mattered even if he had dared to do so.  
Her mother was as charming as Caroline – and even more determined than her daughter. From their first meeting he was overawed and not a little intimidated by her personality and when Caroline announced she had to leave for a short business meeting he pleaded with her to go with her but her mother was adamant that he should stay to keep her company.
Just before leaving as the three of them stood on the steps of her mother’s large Victorian house set in acres of parkland Caroline told him to ensure he took good care of her mother and joked – although considering the tone she used he was unsure if it was a joke – that her mother was in charge of him now and he would have to do as he was told. He felt a slight unease in his stomach as he watched her speed down the long driveway.  When her car disappeared from sight his future mother-in-law put a proprietary arm around his shoulder and pulled him close to her.
“Caroline’s absence will allow us to get to know each other better, William” she smiled as she steered him back inside the house.
Hearing the heavy oak door close and the lock snap shut sent a feeling of unease coursing through his body.
“Now come along, my darling boy.” she said as she slipped her arm into his and marched him across the large black and white tiled vestibule towards the wide staircase, “You can help me get dressed, my sister is arriving shortly and I need to be presentable. She can be quite critical when it comes to matters sartorial.”
“But…you don’t mean… I…”he stammered.
They were half way up the stairs before she answered him,
“Now William,” she began a tone of irritation creeping into her voice “You heard Caroline, I do hope you’re not going to be difficult, I was a headmistress of a boarding school and I know how to deal with disobedient boys.”
At first he thought she was joking but she forced a smile which unsettled him even more
“But…I…”he blurted in a half hearted attempt to protest but she cut him off abruptly.
“Now as you know Louise, my maid a wonderful girl, has left me quite suddenly due to a family emergency and a lady of my standing can hardly be expected to dress without assistance. I’m sure you agree?”
He knew it was a rhetorical question and he also knew from her tone that to protest or disagree would only vex her further.
“You do agree?” she declared more than asked.
“Yes.. of course.” he surrendered.
“Yes of course what?” she said sharply, “I thought we agreed how you should address me.”
“Yes Mummy.” he replied his eyes falling to the floor as his cheeks blushed.
“That’s a good boy.” she answered “Now please do not have me to remind you again, it really is most tiresome.”
“Yes Mummy.” he repeated softly so as not incur further displeasure, his cheeks betraying his shame.
If his eyes had met hers he would have seen the smile of satisfaction on her handsome face.
Another shiver went down his spine as she closed the bedroom door behind him, he felt trapped and a creeping anxiety growing inside him s he watched her stride across the room.
“I will shower now.” she informed him as she sat at her dressing table and began removing her jewellery “And while I am doing so you can make my bed… “
He looked at her aghast and desperately trying to find words to express his indignation but before he could object to her outrageous request she immediately added in a sharp and assertive tone,
“And properly, no short cuts William. I want perfect hospital corners and the sheets properly tucked in.”
He was dumbfounded, being asked – no, told- to make his future mother in law’s bed, it was an abomination and completely unacceptable. How could she ask him to perform such a menial task?
As she sat at looking at him in the mirror of her dressing table she felt a frisson of excitement run through her body and instinctively knew that what would happen next would determine their relationship. Would he have the backbone to refuse? Would he dare question her? She could see the shock and confusion in his face and decided to strike while she still had the advantage.
“Well don’t just stand there.” she said brusquely and dismissing him with a wave of her hand “You have work to do.”
By now his mind was in a state of turmoil he wanted to refuse but knew from her tone that she would become extremely annoyed as she was not used to being disobeyed. He was sure Caroline would also hear of it and this would only cause further discord at the very least. Although this task was utterly demeaning he considered that overall it would be easier to conform to her wishes. Shame welled up inside him as he turned to commence this servile and humiliating chore, he had only taken a few steps when he heard her call to him,
“And William…”she said smiling at him, pausing for him to reply.
“Yes...Mrs…” he began and as he met her eyes he corrected himself “Yes Mummy.”
“Good boy, you’re learning.” she said acknowledging his correction “Don’t forget to plump the pillows and fold my nightgown and peignoir properly.”
“Yes Mummy.” he responded, totally dejected by his timid surrender to her authority.
“And William?” she called to him once more.
“Yes Mummy.” he replied.
“I shall be very cross if you do not take good care to perform your tasks correctly and diligently.”
“Yes Mummy.” he repeated the now familiar refrain and returned to his task.
“Oh , William.” she called to him yet again as she followed his every movement in the mirror, “I almost forgot,  when you have finished making the bed,  hang up my skirt and blouse on the appropriate hangers in my closet and put my shoes away.”
“Yes Mummy.” he said meekly.
She smiled triumphantly as she removed the last piece of jewellery and got up and went to the bathroom.
This is going much better than I thought. she said to herself as she continued to watch him.
As he set about his task of stripping the king-sized bed his cheeks continued to burn with shame and as he picked up her long pale pink heavy satin nightgown he felt completely crushed and cursed himself for not refusing her request point blank. However despite these recriminations he took great care to carry out her instructions to the letter. He was folding her nightgown and peignoir with slightly trembling hands when she emerged from the bathroom in a satin burgundy coloured robe and matching two inch kitten heeled mules.
She immediately moved to the bed and stood over him as she watched him finish folding her nightgown, she said nothing but smiled as he completed his task. She made a slight but totally unnecessary adjustment to the perfectly arranged pillows before lifting the heavy quilt to inspect his work. He became quite anxious as she took her time to appraise his work and was greatly relieved when she finally patted the satin quilt and smiled.
“Mmm, quite acceptable.” she said and he smiled in gratitude.
“Thank you Mummy.” he gushed his relief quite obvious.
“It took me almost a week to train Louise, my previous maid, to do this properly.” she said patting him gently on the cheek.
He blushed unsure of how to respond.
“And you have folded my nightgown and peignoir expertly.” she enthused , in a patronising voice obviously impressed at his skill “Louise never did that properly. You should be proud of yourself.”
The inference of this remark was obvious and he recognised it immediately. His blush deepened.
“Thank you Mummy.” he answered shamefully.
She left him standing with his head bowed, completely demoralised and almost disorientated.
“Come hereWilliam.” she called from her large walk-in closet and when he joined her she was looking through various items.
He stood there silently as he removed a black dress from a hanger and gasped audibly when she held it against him.
“It may be a little tight but we can soon fix that.” she said.
“I… I…”he mumbled “I don’t understand…what…”
“Oh silly me I should have explained .” she said smiling benevolently at him “I know I project an aura of self-assuredness but I am a woman and having a…” she looked  at him with an expression of slight hesitancy  “… a male, even if you are my future son-in-law assist me dressing  makes me feel a little uncomfortable …,
He nodded enthusiastically and saw his chance to escape.
“Yes… yes…I can leave.” he stammered hopefully and began to back away from her.
“Please don’t interrupt when Mummy is speaking William. And stay right where you are young man.” she said sharply and held the dress up to him once more, trying to determine his exact size, “I would feel more relaxed if you were to wear something more appropriate now that you are in a lady’s bedroom”
“But…it’s…a dress! “ he blurted. “Surely you don’t expect me to wear that?”
“Oh dear I had hoped you were not going to be difficult.” she said and moved slightly to the right.
William’s eyes widened as he saw a display of several canes and paddles hanging on the door of the closet behind her.
She remained silent but her eyes were fixed on his as she returned to her original position and once more examined the dress.
“Caroline did say you were to help me.” she said  “I’m sure she will be most disappointed.
“But…I… I mean…”he babbled “please Mummy…”
Her face softened as she took him by the arm, the dress on her other arm, and walked him back into the bedroom.
“I need you to help me dress.” she said softly as she sat on the bed and patted the space next to her indicating him to sit “and I would feel so much more comfortable if you wore it. A woman in a state of undress feels quite vulnerable in the company of a fully clothed and virile young man such as yourself. I really do wish us to be friends William and this would mean so much to me. It is a most unequal arrangement, wearing this would make me feel less threatened. I would hate to have to…”
She paused and turned her head towards the walk-in closet. She could see the look of panic in his eyes, she patted his hand and gave him a comforting smile.
“It would be such a comfort to me.” she said tenderly. “And would help us bond more strongly.”
“But..I…”he mounted one final attempt to argue his case but she was already unbuttoning his shirt and before he knew it she had unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. Leaving him some dignity she put her peach satin peignoir around his shoulders and walked to one of the tallboys at the other side of the room.
“Please remove your underwear.” she said without turning her head as she busied herself rifling through drawers.
She returned and laid several items on the bed beside him, as he looked at them he paled noticeably and she heard a sharp intake of breath.
“Your corselette, stockings and slip.” she said pointing to the items.
He felt his limbs weaken and was vaguely aware his mouth was agape but could do nothing about it.
“Yes” she continued, noting the look of horror on his face “not exactly the manliest of underwear perhaps but, believe me, most necessary for wearing under your dress.”
She held up the white corselette and fingered the lace cups.
“This is one of my favourite corselettes and will control your figure.” she informed him “and don’t worry I just happen to have some breast forms that will fill the cups.”
 He felt a strange queasiness in the pit of his stomach at the very sight of the garment. He tried to speak but his mouth went dry, it was like a fog had descended on his brain, he could barely comprehend what was happening.
“As you can see,” she continued taking his trembling hand and placing on the satin panels “The material is beautifully soft but also very controlling once worn. It’s a delightful item of corsetry and will give you such confidence.”
She handed it to him and he looked at her blankly.
“Would you like me to help you get into it?”she asked  in a firm tone with a vague hint of menace.
“N…no…”he mumbled taking the hideous garment from her.
“Remove your peignoir, you silly boy” she instructed him.
“But I have…”he began.
“No clothes on. Yes I know” she snorted derisively as she unbuttoned the satin peignoir and laughed “Not the first time I’ve seen a shrivelled up male.”
In a ridiculous attempt to hide from her gaze he contorted himself and quickly stepped into the corselette and pulled it up around his torso.
“That won’t do , very unsightly.” she said pointing to his slight but nevertheless perceptible bulge.
She placed her hands at the offending protuberance and unhooked the garments gusset allowing his member to fall free. He gasped as she took hold of it and deftly pinned it back under his testicles quickly reattaching the gusset’s hooks and eyes. She stood back to admire her handiwork and ran her hand down between his legs.
“Almost perfect, could almost pass for a girl’s mons pubis. Just as well you are…”she paused and her face took on a look of sympathy “…somewhat… petit in that area.”
Satisfied that his male organ was now no longer visible Caroline’s mother drew the corselette up his body and he felt his torso compress as she placed his arms between the shoulder straps and fix them in place. It only took her seconds to place the soft breast forms in the lace cups. He caught a glimpse of himself in her dressing table mirror and began to sob. The foundation garment covered his frame from his upper chest to just above his knees and its restraining effects were immediately felt.
“There, there.” she comforted him hugging him tightly before sitting him down on the bed “I know this is difficult for you but it does need to be done.”
William was too distraught to respond and barely noticed as she quickly and expertly rolled black silk stocking up his legs and attached them to the garters dangling from the corselette.
She stood him up and through his sobs he heard the soft rustle of silk slide down over the corselette, Caroline’s mother hummed merrily to herself as she made adjustments to the straps and fussed with it until she was satisfied that it hung  correctly on his newly corseted body.
“Now William we are almost finished.” she said in a light and self-satisfied voice as if dressing a young man in her foundation garments and lingerie was the most normal thing in the world. She placed a pair of two inch court shoes in front of him and gestured him to put them on. He hesitated momentarily but her frown and the sheer helplessness his new feminine undergarments inflicted on him he quickly obeyed her and as if in a trance he managed to slip his feet into the heels.
“Don’t worry you’ll soon get used to wearing heels.” she said airily as she led him in an awkward gait across the room and positioning him in front of the mirror she added, almost as an afterthought “All girls do.”
He tried to avoid looking at his reflection but she would not even allow this small concession.
“Look my dear””she gently instructed him, her hand turning his head to directly face the mirror “I feel so much more relaxed now that you are dressed more appropriately.”
He gasped as he saw the feminised vision before him.
“That is one of my favourite slips.” she cooed “And it fits you almost perectly.”
He was almost relieved when she placed the heavy black velvet dress over his head and without being told he placed his arms into the sleeves.
“Good girl.” she commended him as he felt her zipping up the back of the dress “With a little practice you will soon learn to do this yourself.”
She stood back and viewed the figure in front of her.
“Mmm, something’s missing?”she said pensively  “Of course come with me.”
He was seated at the dressing table and before he realised what she was doing his face was covered in a light foundation cream.
He tried to protest but she pressed her hand to the sides if his cheeks.
“Now pout my dear.” she said, demonstrating herself as he looked at her blankly.   “That’s a good boy, this shade should really suit your pale complexion.”
When she was satisfied she brought him back to the full length mirror to allow him to view her handiwork.
Once more he looked away, unable to contemplate what had been done to him.
“Look.”she commanded him  but he found it too painful.
But she was insistent and to enforce her authority a sharp slap was delivered to his right buttock and penetrated his heavy foundation wear. His eyes opened to reveal a female figure with barely perceptible male facial features that initially he had difficulty distinguishing as his own.
“Yes quite presentable don’t you think?” she asked as she made a slight adjustment to the white lace collar at the neck of the dress.
His mouth opened slightly in disbelief at the image before him but this only emphasised the femininity of the face staring back at him.
“Well?” she asked once more, her tone expecting the correct reply.
“Yes Mummy.” she answered, the fog in his brain becoming denser by the minute, he could only repeat her words. “Quite presentable.”
“Yes.” she agreed and smiled, a look of pride and achievement etched on her face. “You do make quite a pretty girl.”
His eyes fell to the floor but could take little comfort from his downward gaze as all he saw was two feet- his two feet- encased in black nylon and patent leather court shoes. The humiliation was too much to bear and he could feel the tears well up inside.
“Don’t you dare cry. You’re acting like a petulant little girl.” she snapped and he received another sharp smack on his behind.
His face registered the shock but it had the desired effect.
 “You will ruin your make-up.” Caroline’s mother admonished  “and I shall be most annoyed.”
The look of irritation on her face and he immediately recalled the row of paddles and canes in the closet.
“Yes Mummy.” he managed to reply without sobbing.
“That’s a good girl.” she said, her face softening into a smile.
He cringed at her words but thought it best to return her smile. Her reaction was immediate.
“I knew I could count on you.” she said squeezing his hands, her voice becoming more relaxed and affectionate and once more she stood back and admired her new creation
“You look wonderful!” she exclaimed caressing his face “Yes, I feel much more comfortable in your presence.”
He managed a weak smile.
“You’ll find several corselettes in that tallboy.” she said pointing to one close to the window as she moved towards the dressing table “I’ll wear a similar one to the one you are wearing but in black. They really do hold one in tightly don’t they?”
He could only nod his agreement as the unfamiliar garment’s straps bit into his shoulders and he felt as if his stomach and buttocks were being squeezed by an invisible force.
The uncomfortable expression on his face amused her.
“Yes William,“it is tight isn’t it?” she said empathically “But that is the whole point of foundation garments. Women and girls must suffer these little discomforts in order to look as alluring as we… and now, you do. ”
This was little consolation to him either physically or mentally as he tottered ungainly in his new footwear towards the tall boy.
“You’ll find my slips and stockings in the lower drawers.” she called out to him “Bring a cream slip, the one with the pretty lace hem and a pair of tan stockings.”
As he searched through the drawers for the required items the shock began to wear off only to be replaced by a feeling of utter helplessness and deep humiliation as the magnitude of his grotesque predicament fully dawned on him.
How could I have allowed myself to be forced into …into… this?” he said to himself as he caught his reflection in the mirror and was so mesmerised by the  image he did not notice Caroline’s mother suddenly appear at his side.
“Yes, my dear you do look rather convincing.” she said slipped her arm around his shoulder“ And don’t feel embarrassed , we are family, this is just between you and I. Caroline would be so happy we are getting on so well, I’m sure we will become the best of friends.”
She took him by the hand and walked him across the room to the dressing table.
“One foot in front of the other William” she instructed him in the finer points of walking in heels, encouraging him with every few steps “That’s my girl.”
Arriving at the bed she untied her peignoir and allowed it fall to the floor and apart from her mules she was completely naked. His eyes widened at the sight of her small but beautifully formed breasts and wide hips, her vulva was hairless. He’d never imagined a middle-aged woman could have such a youthful figure.
“Please don’t tell me you have not seen a naked woman before.” she said noting the look on his face.
He had almost forgotten how he was dressed until his organ began to stiffen however its enlargement was immediately curtained by its position lodged securely between his legs, his corselette keeping it resolutely in place. His immediate reaction was to reach down and touch it to gain some releif but he instinctively knew that was out of the question, the only thing he could do to gain any relief was to press his thighs together. The straining garters and the stocking tops only added to his torment and it was patently obvious this reflexive masculine response to the naked feminine form was causing him great discomfort albeit of an exquisite nature. It did not go unnoticed by his future mother-in-law.
“Oh dear.” she said in a faux concerned voice as she took a step closer “a little uncomfortable William?”
He remained quiet, his unmistakeable torment spoke for itself.
“Now you see why I insisted you dress in a more feminine fashion.” she said quietly as she slipped her hand under his dress and between his legs gently squeezing his straining organ.
“Oooh…please…” he pleaded.
“Please what?”she said  gripping him a little tighter and looking him directly in the eye.
“Please Mummy.” he moaned softly.
“Now good girls don’t behave like the horrible male sex.” she whispered her eyes still fixed on his as she continued to gently rub the confined organ “And you are a good girl, aren’t you William?”
“Oh …yes… Mummy.” he answered, his breathing laboured and his silk encased legs trembling
“Say it.” she said firmly.
He tried desperately to resist uttering these shameful words but yet another gentle squeeze sent an exquisite shudder through his body and he found he had no control over his response.
“I’m… a good girl Mummy” he moaned unable to stop himself from the humiliating admission.
She withdrew her hand and arranged the skirt of his dress properly before patting his cheek.
“Yes I know you are.” she said softly and as the full implication of this mortifying acknowledgement unfolded in his brain his eyes fell to the ground.
He had admitted to being a girl and dressed as he was it would have been even more humiliating to deny it.
His engorged member shrivelled instantly.
“No need to be ashamed William.” she consoled him with a smile “You will make a delightful girl and a wonderful companion when Caroline is away.”
“But…”he tried to begin “but…”
“But what?” she replied “you have already admitted you consider yourself a girl.”
She looked at him intently before continuing,
“And you do make such a pretty one. Now that you realise those horrible masculine urges must be kept securely under control you will find it much easier to fulfil your role. You do understand don’t you?”
His shame had drained any will to resist.
“Yes Mummy.” he meekly surrendered.
“Excellent!” she trilled “Now that I feel completely safe with you we can begin. Fetch my corselette…”she said in a voice that was at once gentle yet authoritative before adding”… like a good girl.”
The words stung him but he was too crushed to react, he picked the heavy corselette from the bed and knelt down at her feet and held it open for her to step into and once she had done so he began tugging the garment up her legs. His masculinity had become so diminished that now even such close proximity to a vagina did not register the normal way.
This too did not go unnoticed as she helped him pull the corselette into place over her breasts.
“That’s a good girl.” she complemented  him “your urges will probably return and if you are well behaved I may allow you some relief occasionally.”
Occasionally he repeated to himself. 
“But how much longer will I have to continue to wear these clothes?”he plucked up the courage to ask. “Surely you don’t…”
“My stockings William.” she said ignoring his question.
“But…”
“Hush my dear.” she said and pointed to the stockings “I really need you to concentrate otherwise you will ladder them.”
She showed him how to prepare the stocking before he rolled it up her leg and demonstrated how to attach the garter to the top and once this was done she pointed to the satin slip. He lifted it over her head and settled it into place, his hands glancing against her breasts as he did so. To his surprise his member stirred once more and he immediately avoided  eye contact.
“I do hope your little thing is not getting excited again William.” she said  fixing him with her grey eyes. “I shall be most annoyed.”
Her tone was enough to halt any further arousal.
“Oh no Mummy.” he blurted as his organ shrivelled.
“I’m glad to see you are showing some degree of control. Now be a dear and fetch a bouffant petticoat from that ottoman.” she said as she stepped into her shoes and as he returned with the bulky garment she showed him how to help her into it.
“You’re much better than I had expected William.” she said as she settled it on her hips and fluffed it out. “Almost as if Louise had never left.”
He blushed furiously at the tribute.
“Now my dress.” she said pointing to a black silk creation on the bed “And we are almost finished. My sister will be here shortly and I don’t think you wish to be present when she arrives?”
“She!”  a voice boomed through the room and he stood frozen to the spot unable to turn around.
“I do hope you are not speaking about me Eleanor.” the voice continued.
“Clara!” Caroline’s mother identified the voice with only mild surprise. “You’re early, I wasn’t expecting you for an hour or so.”
“I wanted to be here sooner as I wished to see Caroline’s fiancĂ©e. William isn’t it” she said making herself comfortable in a large armchair “but unfortunately  I ran into some of the girls from the club and was delayed.”
William could feel his heart race and a bead of sweat form at his hairline, he briefly thought about running for the door but his legs would not move.
“Oh do hurry Eleanor.”Clara said impatiently “I simply dying to meet this young man. Where is he by the way? There was no one downstairs when I arrived.”
“Oh he is around somewhere.” Caroline’s mother replied with a smile as sat at the dressing table and calmly applied her eye shadow.
Girl!”  Clara’s voice bellowed, followed by an eerie silence.
“Is your new maid deaf? Clara” her sister asked as William felt his legs tremble and had to hold on to the tallboy for support but he knew sooner than later he would have to turn around and confront his fate. He slowly twisted his body to face her and felt a knot tighten in his stomach.
“She has not been in service long Clara.” Eleanor informed her sister truthfully “I’m still training her.”
“Well, I’ll have a sherry while you finish your make-up.” Clara said tersely as she ran her eye over him. “At least she’s prettier than her predecessor and a better figure. At least she has the sense to wear a good girdle. You always liked them slim and pretty although her hair is far too tomboyish for my tastes.”
To William’s amazement her gaze lingered for only a few seconds and without further comment she returned to flicking through a magazine.
“Gertrude, please bring Miss Clara a sherry.” his future mother-in law ordered.
He remained where he stood , a look of disorientation  of his perfectly made up face.
Gertrude!” Clara snorted raising her eyes from the magazine and re-examined the figure standing at the other side of the room “She doesn’t look like a Gertrude. Gertrude always calls to mind a strong, muscular almost masculine type of woman. This Gertrude is a mere slip of a girl.”
She regarded him once more at him, this time a look of annoyance on her face.
“Are you asleep girl? the older woman snapped. “My sherry!”
Gertrude he screamed inside his brain when it finally dawned on him-I’m Gertrude.
She returned to her magazine, William’s panicked eyes met his future mother-in law’s. Her face exuded clam and she nodded her head slightly to reassure him.
“As I said she is new and doesn’t know which cabinet the drinks are held in.” she explained getting up and moving across the room “I’ll show her.”
William tottered unsteadily to the drinks cabinet to join her.
“She thinks I’m a girl…your maid.” he blurted quietly, his fear palpable. “Please let me leave…Mummy.”
“Leaving is out of the question it would only raise suspicion.” she retorted. “Now remember you are Gertrude, my maid and don’t forget to address me as Madam. Now bring the sherry before she begins to have doubts. You have seen servant girls in these situations before– now act like one.”
He quickly realised she was right, maids were rarely noticed by guests- only when they made mistakes.With great concentration he carried the tray across the room, his long corselette restricting his stride giving him a reasonable semblance of a feminine gait albeit a most ungainly one. As he approached the older woman fear gripped him even tighter than his foundation garment and his hand began to tremble slightly.
She is sure to recognise me as a man. he blubbered internally as he got closer to his destination. How can I ever face her again, she will surely tell Caroline not to mention all her friends. Perhaps the best thing would be to  just run for the door.
“Your sherry Miss” he said nervously proffering the tray and waiting for her to expose him.
As she took the glass he thought her gaze lingered a little longer than necessary.
“My my, Gertrude, you are a nervous little thing.” she said lightly “ Don’t be afraid I won’t bite you.” and returned to her magazine without further comment.
“Yes Miss, thank you Miss.” he mumbled anxiously as he quickly left her presence almost stumbling as he did so.
“I hope you don’t mind Eleanor, I need a favour” Clara said casually as she sipped her sherry “as my house is being decorated I asked the committee from the Ladies Club to hold our meeting here. There will only be four or five and we can hold it in the blue drawing room.”
“Quite impossible Clara.” Eleanor replied as applied her lipstick “I have an appointment later.”
“Oh don’t be so inflexible.” Clara said as her sister walked past her on her way to the closet. “It’s a most important meeting. And I don’t need you to be here just your maid.”
William left the tray drop and immediately both their eyes fixed on him.
“Aah… sorry…Madam…”he stammered and with difficulty bent down to pick it up.
“Clumsy girl.” Clara said but quickly turned back to her sister
“Those women are such dreadful gossips and besides Gertrude is accompanying me to my appointment.” Eleanor said  standing up and gesturing to William to follow her “Come here Gertrude, I need to choose a suitable coat.”
William minced after his future mother in law to the safety of the closet and out of earshot from her sister she whispered to William.
“You make a most convincing girl. Clara has no idea you’re a male.” his future mother-in-law said softly as she tried to decide on a coat and casually said “Isn’t this fun?”
“She must know, she could not possibly think I’m a girl.” he blurted in a quiet but urgent voice. “What am I to do? I have to leave.”
“Of course she thinks you’re a girl, if I didn’t know better I’d think you were a girl.”she retorted “She even thought you were prettier than Louise. Do you want me to enlighten her?”
“No… but …”he mumbled.
“I wonder how long this little subterfuge could continue?” she said absentmindedly as she continued to search the closet.
“Oh… please…please….”he pleaded. But was interrupted by Clara’s voice from the bedroom.
“Eleanor. Be reasonable I cannot host these ladies without a maid.” her sister’s voice called out without reply from Eleanor, there was a few seconds pause before Clara added “I’ll lend you those emeralds you admired for the charity ball we’re going to next week.”
He could see Eleanor’s face change at this offer.
“No…oh no…please…Mummy …please…”he whimpered realising what was happening.
“Well my dear William, I’ll let you decide.” she smiled “ I have already told Clara that you are accompanying me to my appointment which means you will either have to become the maid or step out and face the public dressed as a girl.”
He tried to open his mouth but nothing came out.
“One or the other, it is your choice.” she said looking at his bewildered expression as she held up a maid’s white apron and cap.
His eyes fell to the floor as he reached out and took the apron and cap.
“Probably the best decision Gertrude.” she said as she turned on her heel “Perhaps you are not ready to go outside…yet!”
“But…I…”he stammered but she had already returned to the bedroom.
The shrill sound of Miss Clara’s voice rang out and he could feel the tears well up inside.
“Gertrude!”