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Below is the second part of Amongst Women, it took a bit
longer than expected because as usual time was an issue. I suspect this may not
exactly be the continuation readers wanted/expected but please bear in mind
there will be a concluding episode and hopefully the last part of this episode
will give an idea of what is to come.
I don’t know if too people liked the visual pieces I’ve done
for Rose and Jack but an anonymous commenter to Rocket Dave’s last illustration
mentioned he liked them (thank you and I
agree about a pic painting a thousand words ) so I’ve done a piece for this
episode which I hope fits the bill.
Again many thanks to all those who commented either liked or found the
story interesting so far, I appreciate all the comments (apologies for the
typos in part 1 I just discovered them after rereading it for this one,
probably made a few in this episode as well) I just wish I could get the
episodes finished more quickly. One of the commenters also came up with the
idea of his mother hiring Jack out as a maid- what a great idea,would never
have thought of that and maybe that could happen in a future contribution. As usual any suggestions or comments however critical are
Amongst Women Part II
drifted away leaving only Jack and his mother he had to sit down as the full
implication of his participation in Pamela’s play sank in. There must be a male
role in the play surely they didn’t expect him to play a female part. He was
mulling over this when his mother interrupted his thoughts.
“What a nice
woman Pamela’s mother is” she said “she seems very taken with you, as
is Pamela. They were so grateful that you agreed to do the play, I’m so proud
he said “I’m not really sure it’s something that would be right for me. I don’t
even know what role it is” he replied trying to sound nonchalant but
desperately trying to find a way out.
clue is in the title” she said in an exasperated tone as if she was explaining
to a five year old.
are female roles” he said, the panic quite noticeable in his voice.
not unusual for actors to play roles of the opposite sex, it’s been going on
since Grecian times maybe earlier, all female leads in Shakespeare’s day were
performed by men and boys. Most juvenile male roles in opera are played by
girls and women. Performing as a member of the opposite sex really stretches an
actor, it requires talent to do so and I know you have talent” she informed
“But … I…
she…” he stammered but could not come up with an argument.
was a good drama teacher and had coached him since he could walk and he had won
awards in various productions, any argument he could make could be easilydismissed by her.
settled then” she said firmly adding “more importantly she is a very wealthy
and influential woman and has expressed an interest in making a generous
contribution to the drama department. Miss Strang will be very disappointed if anything
should jeopardise such an opportunity.”
He knew now
there was no way out of this predicament if he refused not only would his
mother be on his case but he would also have Miss Strang to deal with. Life
would not be worth living. His mother put her arms around his shoulders to
fine, you’re happy to embrace your feminine side, right?” she said
say no, Rose’s blackmail threat had already seen to that, he had no other
excuse for being discovered in her satin nightgown. He could only nod his
that’s settled and as we’re in lingerie store we may as well get you your own
nightgowns, after all you can’t go on wearing your Mummy’s now can you?”
The day had
turned into the shopping trip from hell he thought as his mother took his arm
and guided him towards the sleepwear section. As she browsed through the racks
discarding the pyjamas and the plain cotton nightgowns she chose the most
feminine of styles and materials .Much to his unease they were joined by
Michelle the store’s manager who seemed to have taken a keen interest in Jack.
“Can I be of
assistance Madam” she asked as Jack tried to hide among the racks still
smarting from his earlier encounter with her.
gorgeous” his mother gushed clearly enamoured with her choices.
are beautiful, so feminine I have these in your size just over here” she
replied pointing to a different rack close by.
they’re not for me, this size is perfect for who I have in mind” his mother
“Oh I see”
Michelle said glancing at Jack “ I don’t have a mannequin in the same size to
try it on but as your son is of a similar size perhaps he might help I know
it’s unusual but it would save you returning it if it doesn’t fit.
excellent idea” his mother said.
“No way. You
can’t be serious” Jack said finally drawing a line in the sand.
pleas Michelle continued
have this dressing room it’s out of sight no one will see you and it will save
your mother so much time and trouble. It should only take a few minutes.”
Jackie be reasonable” his mother pleaded “it would really help me out. Rose was
has told me how kind and cooperative you’ve been lately. I’m sure she’d be
disappointed to hear you could not do this one little thing for your Mummy”
of Rose threw Jack and the less she was involved in his life the better. The
women like wolves around a wounded deer sensed his weakness and indecisiveness
and before he had time to gather his thoughts the women each grabbed an arm and
guided him towards the dressing roomled
him inside and leftseveral nightgowns
in different colours and materials on the chair.
“Let us know
when you’re ready” Michelle said casually.
with no choice Jack disrobed and leaving his underwear and socks on quickly
slid satin burgundy nightgown over his head and called out indicating he was
ready for inspection.
“Yes it does
look even more beautiful on” his mother said “it is a little long and those
socks ruin the look.”
Michelle said “well that’s boys for you, absolutely no idea whatsoever.”
her head out of the door and called to someone, Jack was barely listening as he
was concentrating on not getting an erection, the satin material was sending
waves of pleasure through his body. He didn’t notice two sales assistants
arrive with some items.
off your socks and put these kitten heeled slippers on” Michelle said in an
authoritative voice as one of assistants held the matching slippers and gave him
a look which was somewhere between contempt and pity and as he slipped his
socks off she bent to place them on his feet.
stood back to inspect the nightgown and how it fell around the reluctant model
remarking how well it looked on him and how luxurious the material was.
“It’s a pity
she’s sorry I mean he’s not wearing a bra as we could get a better idea of how
the bust section would look on a real girl” Michelle said.
of that Madam” one of the assistants said and produced a bra and some breast
forms “these are breast forms we use for mastectomy customers”
thinking Marie” Michelle said and with a nod from his mother and before Jack
could say anything they had slipped down the shoulder straps of the nightgown
and fitted a strapless bra around him and placed the breast forms inside.
better, more of a shape.” his mother said, the others voiced their approval as
one of the assistants adjusted the breast forms. Jack stunned into silence and
completely mortified by this stage caught sight of himself in the mirror and it
very much looked as if the assistant was feeling up “his breasts” much in the
way a boy would do to a girl. At the sight of this and much to his shame he
could feel his erection returning and only for Michelle calling the girl away
it could have been even more embarrassing.
falls much better, turn around dear and walk away from us so we can see what
it’s like from the rear”
Jack did what he was told walking to the back of the room. He found he had to
hold the skirt of the night gown with his hands so as not to catch his slippers
in it and did the same when he was told to walk back to the group. The kitten
heels made him sway his hips ever so slightly.
quite quickly” Michelle said noting the feminine way in which Jack dealt with
the long skirt. His mother nodded approvingly as the assistants smiled, Jack
remained silent. Michelle continued the conversation with his mother as she
took another garment from one of the assistants
“Now to complete
the ensemble we have a matching quilted satin dressing gown, very retro and all
the rage, I think you will love it.”
She held out
the arms of the dressing gown and Jack now completely subjugated obediently
placed his arms inside. Deep quilted in a diamond pattern it had a fitted
styling with wide lapels the skirt was bias cut as one continuous piece. As she
tied the sash it accentuated his waist and gave the effect of him having female
his mother said “so stylish and elegant, I’ll take seven of each in various
Jack Michelle said “You’re a lucky boy to have such a generous mother.”
for me” Jack fumed, with as much indignation as he could muster under the
“Oh I wasn’t
suggesting that, I just said you have a generous mother, of course they’re not
for you how could they be, after all you are a boy and this is a girl’s
nightgown and robe.” Michelle said in an even tone while fussing about him
fixing the lapels, straightening the skirt, tightening the sash and all the
while admiring the figure in front of her as she made these little adjustments.
there’s nothing a bit feminine about you, is there girls?” she asked her
assistants who much to Jack’s annoyance smiled sweetly at him whilst agreeing
with their manager. She then ushered them out saying it was time Jack got
so much for your assistance” his mother said to Michelle
she replied “but it’s your son you should be thanking I’m sure he’s saved you a
lot of trouble and the girl that gets to wear these will be so lucky they will
make her feel so feminine.”
Jack was so
emotionally drained he had to sit down still draped in the ultra-feminine
“Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” his mother
please go now” he pleaded.
unless you want to try on the other nightgowns?” she smiled.
started to disrobe.
thought not” she said
mother paid for her purchases he practically ran out of the store before he was
subjected to further torture, much to the amusement of the assistants. He spent
the rest of the day recovering from his ordeal but now knowing he would be
spending his nights for the foreseeable future within the confines of his new
in the lingerie store seemed to humour his mother’s fixation withJack’s feminine side and apart from the
detested nightly parade in his new sleepwear life in the Swanson household
settled down to something approaching normality. As he started a new week in
school he redoubled his efforts to keep contact with Pamela to a minimum and
was reasonably successful as she seemed to be fully occupied with various
projects. He also figured out Rose’s work pattern and managed to avoid her
visits for the most part. Walking home from school on Friday afternoon his mind
wandered to what he might do over the weekend now at last his mother was off
his back he may get into town and finally hang out at the mall. Letting himself
into thehouse and while still in the
hallwayhe heard voices in the kitchen,
never a good sign he thought and became more alarmed as he got closer andrecognised them. He heard his mother, Pamela
and her mother yacking away anddeep
inconversation, time to leave he said
to himself, head into town and come back when the coast is clear. Quietly
retracing his steps along the hallway he had almost reached the door when he
heard another familiar voice.
avoiding me Elizabeth?” Rose said using the female name she had given him as
she stepped from the adjoining living room arms folded, he almost jumped out of
his skin with the fright. At first he didn’t recognise her, her hair was down
and she wasn’t wearing her uniform.
“No Rose” he
said sheepishly “been busy in school”
hate to think you were, we’ve become such good friends lately” she said giving
him a smile and added “but we’ll have plenty of time to get together in the
future, let’s go inside your mother has a surprise for you.”
familiar sinking feeling returned and all sorts of thoughts began racing
through his brain. His planned escape foiled he was marched under guard into
the kitchen to await his “surprise”.
you are Jackie” his mother greeted him. He remained silent and lookedat the assembled women as if they were a
has kindly given me tickets for the Opera festival close to her home. It’s
about a four hour drive and as luck would have it Rose is visiting her sister
who lives close by and has offered to give me a lift”his mother trilled. Jack didn’t like the
sound of this at all but before he could open his mouth his mother continued.
“As you have
agreed to take part in Pamela’s play she thought it would be an ideal
opportunity to rehearse at her house over the weekend. Isn’t that wonderful?
You’ll have the whole weekend together. ”
He felt his
knees weaken and had to hold on to a chair for support, he tried to raise a
protest but his mouth couldn’t get the words out. Mrs Quinn gave him a
sympathetic look and said
“I know it
is short notice Jackie but it’s a wonderful opportunity for your mother some of
the best singers in the world will be performing and we can get in some
you’ll be in good hands” his mother said “and be sure to behave and obey Mrs
Quinn. Now I’d better be going Rose wants to get there before dark. I’ve packed
a bag for you it’s in the living room.”
“Yes it will
be great to have Jackie all to myself for the weekend, we’ll have so much fun”
Pamela gushed to his mother.
much now Pamela remember you have a lot of rehearsing to do I’ll be looking
forward to seeing a dress rehearsal when I get home” his mother laughed.
left his mother drew him to one side and quietly said
Jackie it’s very important to the school and indeed to me that Mrs Quinn is
pleased with your performance and behaviour over the weekend. It could make a
huge difference and Miss Strang is also counting on you there’s a strong
possibility we may get a large donation.”
still reeling from the shock of being left with Pamela and her mother for the
weekend as he watched his own mother leave with Rose and after their car
disappeared around the corner he was ushered into the back of Mrs Quinn’s black
Mercedes.She had already explained that
she was staying with her sister while visiting Pamela but her sister was also
away for the weekend so they would have the house to themselves. The house
located in an exclusive community was quite large and stood in its own
extensive and immaculately manicured grounds and the interior was obviously
expensively decorated, he had never been in a house like it and immediately
felt intimidated by his new surroundings.
directed him into the large living room and asked Pamela to make some coffee.
probably wondering why I don’t get one of the maids to get the coffee. I gave
them the weekend off I thought it would be more intimate with just ourselves,
it will give us more time to get to know one another.” Mrs Quinn said as if
reading his thoughts and patting the seat next to her on the sofa she beckoned
Jack to join her.
looking forward to getting to know you better Jackie” she smiled at him gently
patting his knee “you have a very sensitive quality that is rare in boys these
days. I was most impressed with the way you conducted yourself at the lingerie
store most boys would have baulked at the idea of helping a woman with choosing
her lingerie but you embraced it.”
hell did this woman get this idea? I was practically forced into it Jack
thought but dared not express it, she continued
Pamela is very important to me and while I think it’s fair to say she may not
be the most feminine girl in the world I really do think an association, a
friendship if you will, with someone of your delicate sensibilities not to
mention your excellent taste in matters feminine would have a beneficial effect
on her. You will be her friend and help her, won’t you….. please?”
She looked at Jack with her expressive eyes
almost pleading with him. Jack didn’t like where this seemed to be going but
considering his circumstances particularly what his mother and Miss Strang’s
expectations were he had little choice. He just smiled and nodded.
Mrs Quinn squealed with delight “now this little play that we spoke about, your
mother says you are a good actor and Pamela has ambitions in that direction
also so I’m hoping we can improve her performance.”
no problem Mrs Quinn” Jack said suddenly getting a great idea of how to get out
of any potentially embarrassing situation “we can read the parts several times
over the weekendand Pamela should
easily be able to get a girl to play the other role at a later stage”
confident that Mrs Quinn would see this as the obvious way to proceed.
Jackie that won’t do at all, we need to immerse ourselves in the play, to
understand the characters. I’m a big admirer of the Method School of
Acting.You have the whole weekend to
get to grips with the character and the best way to do this is to inhabit the
“Do you mean
….” Jack trailed of afraid of saying what he thought.
said excitedly “you will become your character, live the part 24/7, it’s the
only way you can get to understand the persona. I think you will make a great
“And in full
uniform, you can showcase your acting skills, won’t it be exciting?” she
continued, her enthusiasm hitting him like a brick.
“But…I.. I’ve … never….. I mean…. Dress as…” he
“Dress as a
girl? Yes of course but how else could you play the part, whoever heard of a
male maid.” she giggled “Oh I know you haven’t done anything like this before
but this is very important to me and I can give you all the help you need and
I’m sure we can iron out any little problems you might think you have. It will
be fine, I really do hope you’re not going to disappoint me and perhaps Miss
Strang also….. now are you my dear?
expression changed and she fixed Jack with a steely look that left him in very
little doubt as to what was expected of him. He swallowed hard and admitted
Quinn” he quietly said, head bowed.
she crowed “ah, here’s Pamela with our coffee. Good news Pamela Jackie has
agreed to be your maid.”
down the tray and smiled at Jack.
doubted it Mother.” Pamela said.
As they sat
drinking coffee, the two women chatting excitedly between themselves Jack paid
little attention desperately trying to think of a way out of his latest
predicament. He drew a blank all avenues of escape had been cut off, just then
Mrs Quinn interrupted his thoughts.
don’t think you’ve been listening to us” she chided him as he looked at her
“You did say
you’ve never dressed as a girl before?” Mrs Quinn asked.
silly Mother. Of course he hasn’t” Pamela interjected with a nervous laugh. It
appeared Rose’s hold over Pamela was as firm as the one she held over him. This
was a secret they shared and it was in both their interests that it was kept
that way. Now that Mrs Quinn had his attention she continued.
you will wear will help you to capture the full feminine experience as well as
that of a servant girl. You may feel that some of them are more restrictive
than male clothing but I’m confident that you will soon become used to them.
Even though you appear to have much more of an affinity with the female psyche
than most boys you will still need to be instructed in feminine ways,
mannerisms, deportment etc. I know you haven’t read the script but the
backstory of your character in a nutshell is that she was quite wealthy but has
now fallen on hard times and has been forced to take a position as a maid to
one of her friends but at this stage that’s not as important as getting you
into character, now time we got started.”
Pamela followed Mrs Quinn out of the room and across the large entrance hall
and up the wide ornate staircase. As he walked behind her up the stairs he
couldn’t help noticing the sway of her ample hips tightly enveloped by her
steel grey pencil skirt, her shapely legs encased in grey stockings were
perched on four inch heels of a similar colour. His heart began to race as he
followed her into a luxurious bedroom decorated in a distinctly feminine
fashion. He noticed his case was sitting on the large satin quilted bed.
“Why don’t I
help you get unpacked” Mrs Quinn said and almost breaking his heart added “not
that you’ll need too much as I have most of what you’ll be wearing already in
could object Mrs Quinn opened the case and a broad smile crossed her face as
she took out one of the satin nightgowns his mother had bought him the previous
week and held it up to her body. He was speechless.
pretty nightgown” she said giving Jack a knowing look “somehow I don’t think
you’ll have much of a problem in adjusting to your new role.”
very fetching” Pamela agreed “I’m sure he looks adorable in it.”
He made no
reply and knew any protest he considered making about being dressed as a girl
would be rendered useless, he now had no choice but to surrender to whatever
Mrs Quinn and Pamela had in store for him.
other things she unpacked were his toiletries and the matching satin quilted
dressing gown, she stowed away the case in the large walk in closet.
“Now a nice
hot shower and then I can get you ready” she said pointing the way to the
bathroom.” Pamela and I need to sort out your clothes”
He spent as
long as he could in the shower and was reluctant to leave knowing what awaited
but after fifteen minutes he heard Pamela call out impatiently requesting his
sheepishly into the bedroom clad in his new feminine dressing gown to a chorus
of approval from the two women. Mrs Quinn examined his legs and nodded her approval
saying something about how envious girls would be of his hairless legs. He
noticed various items of female underwear on the bed, a formidable girdle, a
bra, a slip and a pair of stockings.
don’t want to embarrass you Jackie by asking you to remove your dressing gown
so you can slip on these panties before you put on your girdle.” she said as
she handed him a pair of white silk panties. Shamefaced he stooped down and
pulled the soft panties up his legs. He was then given a satin panelled open
bottomed girdle and struggled to pull it over his hips. It stretched from just
below his ribcage to the middle of his thighs he instinctively knew the garment
would have a restricting effect when he walked.
could not have done it better myself” Mrs Quinn congratulated him as she slid
the robe from his shoulders.
“Let me help
you with the zipper, back zips can be a little awkward” Pamela offered and
began zipping him into the constricting underwear.
to take pleasure in her task jerking his body as she pulled the back zipper up
and he had to hold on to the bed post to steady himself as she completed her
girl” she whispered in his ear her groin pressing on his rear end as she
gropedhis satin clad backside while her
mother busied herself elsewhere in the room “you won’t get out of that in a
He was told to sit on the bed and as Pamela
rolled a stocking up his right leg, her mother repeated the process on the left
one and clipped them to the dangling suspenders. Added to the constricting
girdle he now had the sensation of the stockings encasing his legs and the
garters pressing into his thighs. They slipped a pair of three inch heels on
his feet and fastened the straps snugly at the ankles.
the room as Mrs Quinn sat on the bed reassuring him and telling him how
grateful she was for his cooperation. He noticed her take some bottles of
liquid from a small case on the bed.
take a minute” she said calmly as she rubbed a liquid in a wide circular motion
above and below each nipple area.
Pamela returned with a wide smile on her face
holding something in either hand. As she got closer he recognised what they
were and pancaking tried to get up but Mrs Quinn’s strong grip firmly held his
arm preventing him from rising.
and unable to move or speak he could not takehis eyes off the objects Pamela held and gasped as Mrs Quinn took one
large breast form and positioned it firmly over what laughingly passed as his
left pectoral while Pamela performed the same exercise on his right side. They
held the breast forms firmly to his chest for a short while until they were
satisfied his newly acquired bosom was secure and then stood back to admire
the latest in breast form technology Pamela and while obviously not the real
thing they are a great improvement on previous models. The skin tone is almost
perfect and see how seamlessly they attach to his chest” Mrs Quinn said
pointing to the area where the breast forms and his skin met.
very realistic indeed” Pamela enthused as she took him by the hand “come along
Elizabeth have a look at your new boobies.”
Mrs Quinn asked.
character is called Elizabeth”
have chosen something more servile but you’re his mistress I suppose” her
each took one of his arms and led him to the full length mirror. He felt his
chest muscles, puny as they were, being pulled down as the weight of his new
and unfamiliar but very realistic breasts tugged at them with each step he
back Elizabeth” Mrs Quinn instructed as they guided him across the room.
mirror he didn’t want to see his reflection and looked away but Mrs Quinn
after all our work please don’t tell me you are not willing to view the result”
to look she stood behind him and firmly guided his head to face the mirror.
Unable to avoid it any longer he gazed at his reflection and he too had to
focus hard to try and discern the almost seamless join where the breast forms
attached to his chest. She was right the skin tone was nearly a perfect match
and they could reasonably be considered passable. Adding another humiliation
Pamela took the breasts in her hands and after what could only be described as
fondling them said
they’re perfect, just the right weight and shape I’m so jealous”
should be they’re state of the art and cost a fortune, now Elizabeth time to
get you into your bra” Mrs Quinn said handing him a black lace bra.
In a sudden
attack of modesty he desperately felt the need to cover his new breasts and
having taken the bra turned away from them and slipped his arms through the
that sweet, but no need to be shy, after all we’re all girls here ” Mrs Quinn
chirped, “I’ll hook you up this time but as you will have to do this several
times over the weekend you really will need to learn how to do this for
yourself, you can practice with Pamela later.”
She draped a
satin and lace slip over his head and allowed it to fall around his knees and
taking a black dress from the bed repeated the process, Pamela zipped it right
up to the nape of his neck and fixed the white Peter Pan collar and stiff cuffs
to her satisfaction. The skirt of the uniform dress clung tightly to his body
and he knew that together with the long tight girdle his gait would be
restricted to smaller steps. This was confirmed as he minced his wayto the dressing table his heels clicking on
the wooden floor. He was seated on the chair while they got to work on his
make- up, Pamela finished off the process by having him pout while she applied
a subtle shade of lipstick. Ordered to stand they again inspected his
appearanceto satisfy themselves that he
was as feminine as they could possibly fashion him and after they were
convinced he would pass muster he was once again marched to the mirror.
stage the image reflected in the mirror came as little surprise to him but the
triumphant look on the faces of his tormentors served only to increase his
mother he looks adorable” Pamela said unable to contain her pleasure.
“Yes he does
darling, barely any trace of masculinity. Now Elizabeth as you can see you look
like a normal girl in a black dress but you’re not meant to be just a normal
girl in a black dress now are you?” Mrs Quinn asked him.
now look at yourself in the mirror and tell me what your new position is?” she
utterly mortified by the question and while he desperately wanted to point out
that he was merely helping Pamela with her play he was so demoralised by his
new attire not to mention browbeaten and intimidated by this formidable woman.
As he gazed upon his image he lowered his eyes and meekly said
Quinn scolded him “a maid addresses her mistress as Madam”
new maid Madam” Jack repeated in a docile voice, his eyes remaining firmly
lowered in keeping with his new and now self-confirmed status.
“And what does
a maid wear to distinguish herself from her betters.” Mrs Quinn continued the
at Pamela and his heart sank as he saw what she held in her hands.
and cap Madam” he replied not forgetting to use the correct form of address.
clever girl” Mrs Quinn cooed noting his new attitude “you will make an
excellent servant girl now extend your arms”
mortification he did as was instructed and allowed Pamela envelope him in the
symbols of the female domestic servant, a white frilled pinafore apron which
she drew over his arms and tied the strings in a large bow at the back, the
matching cap which she secured to his hair with Bobbi pins.
better” Mrs Quinn announced “isn’t it extraordinary how the addition of two
small items of clothing can transform a girl in a simple black dress into a
suitably attired domestic servant?”
His cheeks burned with shame at the mention of
his new position and trying to hold back the tears he asked meekly
rehearsals are over can I revert to my own clothes Madam?”
Oh I’d almost forgotten about those. What do you think Pamela?”
certainly looks the part but there’s no doubt he will require extensive
training in a maid’s duties and responsibilities before we can even think about
“My thoughts exactly” Mrs Quinn answered “I
have to run some errands so you may as well begin his training immediately.
I’ll get rid of these as you won’t be requiring them for a while.”
sank at her words and watched dejectedly as Mrs Quinn picked up his male
clothing and left the room. Pamela walked slowly over to him and staring him in
the eyes purred
been looking forward to this for a long time.”
“I better never have to remind you of that again or it will be far worse. Understand?”
“Yes, Agnes, I’m sorry.”
“Good. Now go polish my shoes. You can plan to spend the evening with your nose in the corner of the livingroom while I watch television. If you’re good, I’ll have a special treat for you.”
The special treat was her covering my head with her dirty pantieswhile I spent two hours standing in the corner. And no, I did not get any kick out of that. Imagine how a tight fitting, cotton panty smells like after being worn for twelve hours by a woman having her period. Gross!
That event pretty much crowned my princess as head of the household and me as her very subservient husband.And I don’t regret it a bit.
What was going on in the Collins’ and Reynolds’ household was happening, to greater and lesser degrees throughout Roseville. There was only a handful of homes where the female spouse was not the clear head and those all had couples older than sixty. No attempt was made to “convert” them to the new lifestyle. Above all, Roseville honored freedom of choice in all things. The most important thing to the town leaders was that younger couples had embraced female led relationships, both at home and at work. Once that had been accomplished, it was a given that the next generation would follow their parents’ lead. The reformation was so complete that the average twelve year old boy would be shocked to see his mother, or sister, cleaning the house or doing laundry. Those were all now “man’s work”, and the boy would have been introduced to everything previously considered “girly” – learning to knit and sew, do his hair and make-up, help out with housework under his father’s tutelage, etc. His sister would expect that he would clean her room, do her laundry, paint her nails, doing her hair, and basically act as her maid. All this was now considered “normal”. The number of boys attending college had dropped considerably and those that did attend were considered to be looking for a nice girl to marry and become her wife.
The most extreme manifestation of this male subservience and female domination was found at Roseville House on the edge of the state university campus. Once past freshman year, women could live in off campus housing. Each year, around thirty or so chose to live at Roseville House. Why? First, of course, was that the cost was almost half the cost of living in a dorm since Dryfuss Enterprises subsidized the cost. Next was the fact that ten to fifteen boys were “assigned” to live in Roseville House each year to wait hand and foot on the female residents. They all came from DryfussAcademy and earned credits for apprenticeship in their various majors. This was a most coveted position and only the best were chosen. They wore a different uniform from school – white satin, long sleeved blouses with ruffles down the front, accordion pleated black skirts, black nylons and patent leather black 3” pumps. They wore white lace mantillas on their always perfectly coiffed hair and white gloves.
It was a fact that the female residents were by far the best dressed and groomed girls at State and tended to get much higher grades than average. Why? They had maids to clean, iron, and mend their clothes, cook all their meals (and wash up after) and perform all personal services like shaving their legs, doing their hair and nails, and applying their make-up. On an average evening a bunch of girls would be found in the main study hall doing their homework while sharing ideas and suggestions with their upper level school mates. At the same time, boys would be standing behind them setting their hair or kneeling on the floor giving them pedicures. Tea and cookies were available at the click of their fingers. Reports and term papers were expertly typed for them by one of the boys. Two boys were given the task of light shopping at the local supermarket or drugstorefor such badly needed things like shampoo, lipstick, nail polish, candy, chips and, of course, female sanitary items. These lucky ladies had it made!
Of course, the Roseville girls were the envy of the rest of the school. And as Lin Lu had planned, many converts were made to the joys of female leadership. Girls that had come from super conservative, male led homes were initially astounded at this “degenerate” behavior but almost all of them changed their thinking after being exposed to the lifestyle the Roseville girls enjoyed. The latter made it a point to invite promising female students to their house so that they could get a taste of what a female led society was like. Slumber parties were common and guests got the full treatment of being served by a boy, even to the point that they were allowed to bring a basket of laundry to the party to be perfectly laundered and ready for pick-up the following morning. The converts returned to their home towns where they enthusiastically spread the gospel of Lin Lu.
There was no way the goings on in Roseville could be kept secret from the rest of the world, and Lin Lu did not want it to be. It was part of her quest to help create similar communities wherever shecould.She was smart enough to know that Roseville was unique. Everything needed to change a town into female control was present when she began her revolution. The key factor was Dryfuss Enterprises. Almost half of the town depended directly on this company, either from one’s employment there or being a family member of one. At least another quarter relied on providing services to those families. Most of the rest, teachers, policemen, firefighters and other municipal workers had their jobs, and well paying jobs, due to the taxes from Dryfuss and the dependent businesses. So when Lin Lu took over Dryfuss she essentially took over the town. Even Brad admitted that she was able to do far more than he could ever have imagined. Roseville had become a vital, affluent town where almost everyone would never consider leaving. While Lin Lu, with all her influence, could not fully control the town, she had created a climate where everyone wanted to maintain the status quo. While Lin Lu had absolute control of who was hired by Dryfuss, she relied on the other business to control employment of “suitable” employees moving into Roseville. Lin Lu, of course, helped with this screening. When someone was interviewed for a job, they were also subject to intense examination by a team made up of the police chief, the mayor, and a psychiatrist hidden behind a one way mirror. Many a man would scratch his head over the questionnaire which asked about skills not related to the job he was applying for. Why did it ask if he could cook, do laundry, change diapers, sew or knit, etc.? Most assumed these were questions for females only and failed to answer them. They were not hired. On the other hand, women candidates were checked for their willingness to supervise men and become the head of their household and making their husbands and sons subservient to her.Equally important was the woman’s desire to maintain her female persona and not try to become like a man. Lin Lu had no place for a woman that wore a man’s suit and had ahairstyle that came from a barber shop. She made it quite clear that a woman should not imitate a man but it was encouraged for men to imitate women. This dictate resulted in four new clothing stores selling only women’s clothing along with five new beauty salons catering equally to men and women. The term “dress casual” never caught on in Roseville.
Even though Roseville had doubled in population, the police department actually got smaller. The crime rate was lower than it was fifty years ago. The chief and all the senior officers were women. A few men wore the uniform too, usually for traffic control and as crossing guards. There were some that worked as secretaries which meant that they also waited on the upper level women in whatever capacity they were needed. It was not unusual to find them giving manicures to their superiors or pressing the pleats in their skirts. One new recruit, believing that the best move for advancement was to subject himself to his sergeant in every way possible. So he was regularly seen carrying a pink canvas bag home from work. Inside was his sergeants laundry which was returned the next day, neatly folded and ironed. He would also polish her boots every morning after serving her a mug of coffee. He never reached any higher position as his sergeant did not want to lose his services. Domestic disputes were greatly reduced and took on a new look. Most of the calls for help came from abused husbands. Unless the victim was badly hurt, the officers did little to help the situation. The fine citizens of Roseville had evolved to the point where it was expected that husbands would be physically punished for not obeying their wives and girls over twelve were expected to discipline their brothers. Several stores openly displayed bamboo canes, paddles and whipping straps for purchase, but only by women.
Men worked about the same hours as their wives but then spent hours more at home cooking, cleaning, laundry etc. while the wives came home to a cocktail prepared by their husband to enjoy while they relaxed in their recliners or soaking in a hot, fragrant tub prepared by the man of the house.Both received maternity leave but while the woman’s was for three weeks the man’s was for six months. His job, and his alone, was to change diapers, feed the baby at whatever hour of the day it demanded, bathe and dress the toddler. Boy’s baby clothes had disappeared many years ago and now all babies were adorned in pretty, pastel dresses.
Lin Lu made every effort to keep Roseville from becoming a fishbowl to the “outside” world. Journalists, social explorers and their kind were only allowed in town after careful scrutiny by a member of the team. And if they were granted permission to study the goings on in Roseville, it only happened with a strict chaperone. All residents were aware of the restrictions and would not speak to an outsider by themselves. Intruders who chose to ignore the “rules” found themselves the victims of breakdowns in their cars or given high penalty tickets for some type of traffic violation. No, Roseville was not a welcoming place unless the person had been selected to visit or live in this town. Lin Lu constantly struggled to keep “her people” from being scrutinized and sometimes ridiculed while at the same time wanting to spread her gospel of a new order in a female led society. One unplanned development helped do this in a big way.
A young man in the second graduating class from the academy applied for a job as an au pair for a wealthy couple in Chicago with two daughters. Of course, he showed up for the interview wearing a smart uniform of white satin blouse and a knee length black wool skirt. He wore light makeup and his hair was nicely styled. His fingernails were perfectly groomed with a barely noticeable pink polish. All very tasteful, and feminine. The couple was very impressed until the mother notice in his resume that he was listed as “male”. She laughed and pointed out the “mistake” to Robin who said it was not a mistake. The parents initially thought he was joking. After all, he had listed skills on his resume like cooking, housekeeping – including laundering – sewing and hairstyling. No boy did things like this, they argued. Robin produced his driver’s license and proved his gender. He went on to explain his upbringingand the courses he had taken at the academy. The husband was dubious but his more adventurous wife was willing to take a chance. Robin offered to work the first month free of charge and if they were not happy with him, he would leave without any problem. After his first week, the mother said she would chain him to his bed rather than letting him go home. Robin was even more than he had claimed to be. Au pairs were normally exalted baby sitters but Robin helped around the house in every way. Their last au pair had been lazy and the children had not liked her. Robin was like an angel from heaven. He prepared breakfast and served it in bed to Mrs. Smythe before the children awoke. Mr. Smythe said he would handle his own breakfast. After dressing and feeding the girls and walking them to school, where normally an au pair would be finished until their return, Robin dug in and made beds, did laundry, vacuumed, and even washed and set Mrs. Smythe’s hair. While under her expensive, salon style dryer, he did her nails. And when the washing was completed and dried, Robin set up the ironing board and began ironing the family’s clothes, all without any suggestion by his employers. Mrs. Smythe thought she had died and gone to heaven. She bragged about Robin to all her friends and sent a letter to the placement counselor at DryfussAcademy praising them for producing such a miracle as Robin. She assumed he was one of a kind but when she inquired as to the possibility of there being anyone else even close to Robin’s talents for one of her friends, another Rosevilleau pair was sent to Chicago to be interviewed and was hired on the spot.
It had become a routine for Robin and Mrs. Smythe to spend time chatting in the evening when the children were in bed and Mr. Smythe was off on one of his frequent trips. The first time that Mrs. Smythe invited him, he pointed out that he normally did some ironing at this time since it relaxed him after his long day. She told him to bring the ironing board to the livingroom where she would relax in her recliner and have a glass or two of wine.
“And dress as you usually do, understand?”
Robin’s routine was to take his bath, set his hair and put on his pink satin, quilted bathrobe before starting his evening chore. Mrs. Smythe had seen him like this in the laundry room, and though she never said it, she thought it was sexy to watch a man ironing dressed as he was. She especially liked the pink ruffled, nylon sleep bonnet that he stretched over his rollers. Inviting him to spend the evening with her was a real delight. She was enthralled about life in Roseville and wanted Robin to tell her every little detail about what life was like there. She actually got excited when Robin casually told her how it was commonplace for women to be “girlfriends”, as he called it. She soon longed to visit such a freethinking town, but resisted admitting to herself that she wanted to go there to experience sex with a woman. One evening, there was a knock on the door and Mrs. Smythe answered it herself as Robin was reluctant to be seen in his night clothes. It was one of her good friends who had stopped to pick up a tennis dress that Mrs. Smythe said she could borrow.
“Oh dear, I forgot all about it, sorry. Come in and I’ll get it”
She introduced Robin to her and he turned a deep red in embarrassment at being seen like this.
“Robin, have you washed my tennis dress, the one I wore yesterday?”
“Yes, ma’m, but I haven’t had a chance to iron it yet.”
“Oh dear, I’m such a klutz, I forgot all about it. Is there any chance you could do it now? I’m so sorry to be a pest but Mrs. Anders has a sudden tournament that came up and hers are all at the cleaners.”
“Certainly, ma’m, no problem. I’ll just finish Mr. Smythe’s shirt and get right on it. Would you like me to go back to the laundry room?”
“Of course not, stay right where you are. You don’t mind, do you Gloria?”
“Not at all, Ginny. But I am bothered by that au pair of yours.”
Robin and Mrs. Smythe looked at her, shocked at what she said. Robin had no doubt it was because he was a male.
“Really? What’s wrong?” Mrs. Smythe asked.
“Just look at her. Even in her bathrobe and curlers she’s so pretty. I spend a day at the salon and spend a fortune on all sorts of the latest beauty products and don’t look half as lovely as she does. It’s just not fair.”
The relief in the room was palpable.Robin finished the shirt and begun pressing and starching the tennis dress. He spent a lot of time getting the pleats sharp, using a wet pressing cloth. Mrs. Anders watched him intently.
“Speaking of au pairs” Mrs. Anders said to Mrs. Smythe. “There’s a rumor going around the country club that one of the members hired a male au pair. Can you believe that? What male do you know that would do that kind of work? He must be a homo. And he’s American. We all know that only European girls make good au pairs. Something to do with their strict upbringing, I guess. Just look at your lovely girl doing such a marvelous job on that dress. It looks better than the cleaners do. Where are you from, honey, England or France or where?”
“Kansas, ma’m” Robin answered succinctly, trying to hold back his laughter.
“Oh, okay, that’s nice” Mrs. Anders said, trying to figure just where in Europe Kansas was.
When Robin presented the finished dress, Mrs. Anders praised his workmanship.
“Like any man could do a job like this. May I give you a kiss dear?” she asked Robin. He looked at Mrs. Smythe and raised his eyebrows. She nodded yes.
“Yes, ma’m, thank you” he replied nervously, turning his cheek to her. But Mrs. Anders was aiming at his lips where she gave him a very long smooch and patted his bottom. Mrs. Smythe remembered whispered gossip that suggested that Mrs. Anders liked girls and why she had trouble keeping maids.
As soon as she left Mrs. Smythe burst into laughter and Robin joined her.
“Do I get to give you a good night kiss like she did?” she asked Robin.
“If you wish, ma’m.”
Her kiss was much longer than Mrs. Anders and she used her tongue while one hand caressed his bottom and the other softly petted his covered head.
“Oh my” she said breathlessly, “I’ve been naughty, haven’t I?”
“No ma’m, I liked it.”
“Thank you. I never imagined I would kiss anyone like that who had their hair in curlers.” They both laughed.
Robin spent four wonderful years in the Smythe household and became the poster child for future DryfussAcademy au pairs.
The placement counselor saw a golden opportunity to show off Dryfuss graduates and to earn commissions from managing this new found source of high level au pairs for marketing to the wealthy, since only they could afford the fees the counselor knew she could command. Word spread quickly and soon the Dryfuss Au Pair Agency was deluged with requests for this new type of employee. Where previously European girls were the most desired for this position, Dryfuss au pairs were quickly regarded as the cream of the crop. After all, the normal au pair did little more thanwork with the children, the new version of au pair helped out in every facet of the family’s life. And they were all very well trained in everything they did. And where initially, the man of the house wanted nothing to do with the “faggots” he soon began to reap the benefits of their services. His wife was no longer tired at the end of the day and far more amenable to having some “fun” before going to sleep. And he often found his white dress shirts laundered far more to his taste than the place down the street. His expensive shoes seemed to shine much more when the au pairpolished them, and there was something special about having his underwear ironed. But the finishing touch for the au pair’s acceptance by the husband came when the latter eventually agreed to let the au pair give him a massage at the end of a busy day at the office. And when he discovered that he could also have his penis massaged he vowed never to hire anyone other that a Dryfuss au pair. His wife also delighted in the “internal finger massage” that was available.
In Lin Lu’s opinion, her greatest achievement was obliterating nasty labeling in Roseville. Gone were the terms homo, lesbo, queer, fag, dyke and such. Someone’s sexual orientation had no bearing on who the person was. It was Lin Lu’s teaching that all people were bisexual and that men and women should love each other equally in whatever fashion they desired. It was commonplace to see two men or two women walking down Main Street hand in hand and, while public displays of affection were discouraged, the occasional quick kiss was smiled at. Many households had two women, who normally slept together, and one man who was primarily the housekeeper and child rarer. He might sleep with the two women on a regular basis or have a room of his own, depending on the women’s preference. The trio might swap around with each other but sexual activity outside this trinity was frowned upon. Men had little opportunity to cheat but the women had much more chances to “play around”. However, the penalty for amarried female being unfaithful to her spouse was severe to the point of being banished from the community. Boys learned from birth that they were the inferior gender and that their whole lives would be dedicated to serving women, from their mothers to their sisters and to their wives most of all. At age ten, he was formerly presented as his father’s helper which meant he began to learn everything he needed to help around the house. His primary allegiance was to his sister, either older or younger. The sister enjoyed a life of luxury, waited on hand and foot by her brother. Corporal punishment was rare but the sister did have the authority to spank her brother for any infraction. This was not abused as the boys learned early that they had to obey any female without question.
Lin Lu did permit a study by a group of noted Swiss sociologists and psychologists to take the pulse of Roseville society. Their conclusion was that the town scored, by far, the highest ranking of happiness of any place in the world. She had achieved her goal.
Sorry, I don't have a story to post yet. Just wanted to tell Bea that I am sorry to hear about his medical condition and wish him the best. I will miss your writing, you do it so well. I am probably as inept with a computer as your are so can't offer to continue the blog but will be willing to contribute, if that's any help. I have a bad case of writer's blog as far as wrapping up "What If?" but maybe later this week.
Again, thanks Bea for all you have given us and hope things go well for you.