Copyright Anne Browning. 2001. The following story may be copied for private reading, but not sold or distributed for profit .All characters and situations are fictional.

 

Family Honor
by: Anne Browning

Book 2

 

Chapter Thirteen.  A Puzzling Meeting

As they waited for dinner Beatrice and Claire discussed the latest gossip from the court. The year had been a troubled one; the country was still in mourning for Queen Victoria and the Boers in South Africa were still troubling the Empire. King Edward the new monarch had been proclaimed several months ago, yet his coronation was still almost a year away. Only after the ceremony was over would the court return to normal. Therefore, gossip was quite sparse, and thank goodness none of it involved the Fairfax family. All this time Daphne sat quietly, trying to understand what was going on, a quizzical look crinkling her smooth brow.

Then they heard voices and Lord Cedric entered, "I'm sorry Dearest, the House rose a day early and I couldn’t bear to parted from you any longer so I returned immediately. I hope I haven't created a problem."

Cedric was using the endearment he had used for his mother since he was a child. As usual he looked quite beautiful in one of his signature Little Lord Fauntleroy suits. It was difficult to accept that he took his role as a male seriously, he looked too pretty too for a man. It was not his fault; it was Dearest who insisted he dress in a such a manner.

For the last two days Cedric had been in the House of Lords, he belonged to neither Whig nor Tory preferring to remain independent. The Earl of Dorincourt had been working for his constituents, two bills had been presented to the House, and it had required Cedric's presence in the parliamentary forum. He had studied them thoroughly as he always did, then Cedric had spoken for one and against the other. This had required two long speeches to his gathered peers. Something the shy young man found exhausting and traumatic, but at the end both sides of the house had roundly applauded him.

All this despite his costume and feminine appearance. His costume his mother insisted he adopt had initially attracted derision from both friend and foe alike. However over the past months his obvious sincerity and leadership had lead to his style being accepted as a mere eccentricity. The acceptance had partly been due to the new Queen whom only months ago had ascended the throne. Princess Alexandra had epitomized the feminine ideal before her accession to the throne and the Danish born beauty as Princess of Wales and the Countess of Dorincourt had become friends, two strangers in a foreign country. The Princess had liked Claire and the Cedric and they became close friends, although now as Queen she had far less time and they met infrequently. The new Queen let it be known she was a known admirer of Cedric's manners and style of clothing. Her support was enough to ensure that society should and must accept the Dorincourt family.

Tonight his suit was beautiful despite its very conservative cut and color. In royal blue Duchesse satin the jacket was a short Eton style. Tightly cut, collarless, and with three-quarter length sleeves. His very slender waist and the rounding of his hips made it obvious that he was tightly corseted. Beneath the jacket was a gleaming white silk blouse, the wide bertha collar edged with wide four frills of fine brussels were spread wide over his girlish shoulders. Beneath the jacket, the blouse spilled out, ballooning over his satin trousers. The high waistband shaped like a cummerbund was partially hidden by the silk of the blouse. The band blended into the slim tightly encased waist before forming two tight globes over the perfectly rounded feminine bottom. The trouser legs were straight, reaching to just below his knees and the hem was edged with tiny embroidered flowers. Emerging a few inches below the hem were the frills of finest chantilly lace a sure sign that o delicate silk pantalets were worn beneath his trousers.

Fine blue silk stockings covered the shapely legs and slim ankles and on his slim delicate feet were satin court pumps with three inch louis heels. He wore very little makeup, only a trace of blue on his eyelids complimenting the cornflower blue eyes were further emphasized by the long and luxuriant eyelashes. His platinum golden locks were formed into soft ringlets framing a beautifully classical feminine face. It appeared that something strange had happened during the forming of Cedric's body as almost everything about him was too feminine and beautiful. During his forming it appeared that the Great Clock maker had set out to make the most beautiful girl, but sometime during the process he had become distracted or someone had jogged his elbow. There appeared no other reason why male genitalia would be on that most feminine of bodies.

Claire had told Beatrice that before the arrival of Doctor Bruce, there had been a tiny bit of androgyny remaining in his features but these had completely vanished with the ingestion of her herbal preparations.

Lord Cedric turned to greet Lady Beatrice; it was then he noticed the girl standing next to Doctor Bruce. "Daphne I had no idea you had returned."

"Sir I don't believe we've been introduced."

"Please Daphne don’t play with me I'm Cedric we've known each other since children."

"Please desist sir, we've never met, and if you continue to pester me I'm sure I don't want to know you."

His face turned red and he was obviously flustered, before he could continue Lady Claire rose quickly to her feet and took his arm. To avoid distressing Cedric he had not been informed of her death and believed her to be still in Argentina

It was then his mother took his arm and to escort him from the room, "Beatrice my dear could we speak?"

Doctor Bruce stepped forward to assist but Lady Claire said. "It's all right Elsa, would you keep Lady Daphne company and ask Marriot to hold dinner for another 30 minutes."

With the shaken Cedric between them Beatrice and Claire went to his bedroom. Beatrice was surprised to find a male valet unpacking his Lordship's clothing in the bedroom.

"Thank you James could you complete that later?"

The valet completed a very feminine curtsy to Lady Claire, saying "Certainly my Lady, I’ve already drawn the master’s bath," and departed.

Claire looked at the puzzled look on her friends face, "I'm sorry, I should have told you she is Ceddy's maid Doris. It looks better in town if he has a valet, hence the male dress."

Lady Claire sat beside Cedric patting his hand as his color gradually returned and he regained his composure. "Ceddy dear, I sorry it was such a shock, I was going to tell you before you saw Daphne but you returned so unexpectedly."

"Dearest, please tell me what has happened, Daphne didn't recognize me and I'm sure it was her."

"No darling it’s not Daphne, she died six months ago. The girl you saw tonight was David. Beatrice's son."

" Your David? Lady Beatrice? I don’t understand I spoke to a girl."

Lady Beatrice broke in. "That was my son David you saw Cedric. Doctor Elsa has been working with him."

"Your son? But he died in Argentina after he'd married Daphne. Please Dearest what is going on? I'm so confused. My head is reeling I just don't know what is true anymore. How can it be David? He looks so like Daphne. I assure you Dearest Mama that I was so certain it was cousin Daphne, really I was."

"Ceddy darling I think you should change for dinner, we can’t be too late. You know how difficult cook becomes. While you are changing Beatrice can explain."

"Are you sure I should stay Claire? I don’t want to embarrass Cedric."

"You won't mind will you darling, just treat Lady Beatrice as one of the family."

 

Chapter Fourteen.  Explaining Daphne.

Claire helped the blushing boy remove his jacket. Then she unbuttoned his trousers, Beatrice hadn’t realized till that moment that all the buttons fastened at the back. This meant he would always require some assistance to remove them. With his outer clothes removed he removed the pantalettes and stood clad only in his corset and stockings, looking rather uncomfortable in her presence.

Beatrice had assumed Ceddy would be small in the sex department because of his femininity. To her complete astonishment he was the complete opposite and was very well hung. In contrast to his nether region Beatrice could see how girlish he had become around his chest His long slender neck flowed into delicate shoulders and girlish breasts they were prettily rounded with high uptilted nipples without the slightest sign of sag.

Beatrice felt quite envious of such youth, she was proud of her own body, which she kept taut and firm with diet and exercise, but it could not match the creamy skinned youth in front of her. Even Venus would be jealous; his skin was as fine as chinese porcelain, and the color of deep cream. The nipples were surrounded by very wide aureoles beginning almost half way down the breast. The color change was barely discernible but gradually deepened into the deepest pink right at the tip, so unusual and quite beautiful. Below them his body flowed into a deep slender waist only slightly more than a hand span in width, then swelling into femininely even rounded hips.

Nestling amongst fine blonde hair was the most exquisite penis and testes Beatrice had ever seen. Her sexual experience was quite narrow but during her student days at Oxford she had belonged to a very radical bunch of 'Blue Stocking' women. In their study of fine arts that they followed Leonardo da Vinci' s doctrine of understanding the structure of the human body before painting it clothed. Pledging themselves to secrecy, the group hired a male models for the exercise. In this manner Beatrice learned an appreciation of the male body

Male genitalia she had found rather disappointing, all the model's and later her husband's were ugly, wrinkled, gnarled and grayish when flaccid; purpled and heavily veined when erect. To her delight Ceddy's were quite different they were similar in shading to his breasts and nipples, creamy in color towards his body turning pinkish towards the tip. Neither were they wrinkled, when flaccid, his member had hung smoothly from his body in a dainty swan like curve. Once he had become aware of her eyes upon him, Ceddy had become erect; he'd tried to shelter behind his hands like any modest maiden. However his object was too large to hide, swelling gracefully upwards. The flesh the same delicate pink that suffused his breasts. It might have been beautiful but it was not dainty, her husband would have been very envious.

As Ceddy skipped into the bathroom, Lady Claire said.

"He is such a beautiful creature, isn't he? I had a great deal of disagreement with his Grandfather. After the age of ten, he would not allow him to be dressed in what he called those "stupid sissy clothes". Then after he died Cedric refused to take any further notice of me. I had to wait till I met Elsa before I could make a change to that parlous state. Since then it has been the happiest period of my life and he has become prettier than ever."

She walked to the clothing cabinets and wardrobe and began selecting his clothing, laying the garments on the bed as she talked.

"I noticed when Ceddy realized I was looking at his privates he became erect. It looked so pretty; I just couldn't help having that warm feeling all over my body. " Said Beatrice her cheeks blushing pink. " You have never mentioned Cedric and girls, Claire. Has he ever fallen in love?"

"Oh Ceddy always does that if he's embarrassed, it seems he can't help himself. In love with girls? Well he has not shown much interest lately, I told you of the Vicar's daughter Charity Wettering. After that episode it seems she was very interested and every time they've met since, she tries to flirt with him. That makes poor Ceddy very embarrassed and has taken to avoiding her wherever possible.

He did fall deeply in love with Daphne, and I'm sure that' what brought on that turn tonight. He loved Daphne so much as a child. I was sure he would offer her marriage but it was that fool of a father of hers. He was successful in bringing it to a halt two years ago. He was willing to accept Cedric as a rake and hell raiser, but as soon as Cedric became more civilized and under my control, poor Daphne was allowed to have nothing to do with him. She was sent off to finishing school to keep them apart. Richard was a nice man, but he was all ways such a fool. With respect to you my dear, he was happier to leave Daphne in the hands of your son David, he considered him more suitable than my pretty Ceddy. "

Beatrice reached out and caught her friend's hand. "Oh Claire, I agree with you, he was a fool. I feel so ashamed not being able to control David. All these terrible things would have been prevented, if I'd only had the courage to do what I'm doing now. If your example was followed by more of us the world would be a better place, it is we woman who must have the power to control the world."

Claire said. "Oh my dear, if only we could. Now about Daphne, there are other things to explain, but it is best to come from Ceddy, when he returns."

At that moment Cedric returned to the room, wearing a white silk negligee trimmed with feathers and fastened with rouleau looped around large self-fabric buttons. He blushed as he saw Lady Beatrice, clutching the robe more tightly about him.

"Oh darling don't be silly, Beatrice will help me dress you, then I can tell you all about Daphne."

"Oh yes dearest please tell me about Daphne I must know."

"I'll let Lady Beatrice explain."

Ceddy let the robe slip from his shoulders and stood like a young Venus, his skin pink hued from the water. Claire fastened Cedric into a heavily boned pink satin corset, pulling the laces tight, as Beatrice told him of Doctor Bruce's work. His face was filled with astonishment as the story unfolded.

"Oh Mama now I understand why she was so busy. Why wasn't I told all of this before? Dearest you must stop treating me as a child."

Lady Claire's face flushed, for one moment Beatrice thought it was anger, but then realized it was embarrassment. I'm sorry Ceddy, it was wrong of me, but darling I was not sure how you would take it."

He sat as Claire drew fine pink silk stockings up his legs and fitted the six suspenders. Cedric stepped into a low-necked sleeveless silk combination while Claire fastened the front buttons and adjusted the open crotched wide legs. They were knee length and trimmed with a deep frill of chantilly lace. His outer garment was a high-necked cream silk blouse, lace trimmed with a tucked and gathered bodice, with wide puffed sleeves also trimmed with a deep frill of chantilly lace.

He stepped into just calf length pink panne velvet trousers tight around the waist and hips and closely following his body. About the hem was a cream satin trim which ended in a floppy bow on the outside of the leg. Ceddy slipped into high satin boots which finished just above his ankle, Lady Claire knelt and fastened the six buttons with a buttonhook.

"Oh Dearest I can't believe that it was David I saw in the room, she looked so like dear Daphne."

"Ceddy darling, David is Daphne. He will live the rest of his life as her. I want you to tell Beatrice what happened and how you feel about David"

He flushed bright crimson, his eyes downcast with embarrassment. "Oh Mama please don't make me. You promised Mama no one would know."

"Darling it is so important. I asked Elsa, and she thinks it is important that his mother knows."

Cedric flushed red as he explained what had been revealed under hypnosis, events that had happened ten years ago. David and Daphne had been staying at Dorincourt they had been playing a game with Cedric when David had seized him from behind and tied him up. Daphne had been bullied into fetching some of her clothing and Cedric forced to wear them.

"If you going to be a sissy you will wear proper girls clothes instead of those stupid suits your mother makes you wear." David had said.

Cedric had spent almost the whole day humiliated and treated as a girl. In a final act of degradation Daphne had been made to watch while Cedric had been forced into giving oral intercourse to the older boy. None of the three children had ever spoken of the event; Cedric not really understanding how the humiliation had so traumatized him until Doctor Bruce revealed it during her hypnosis therapy.

Under hypnosis Doctor Bruce had peeled back layers of his mind, revealing his sexual fantasies. The strongest was a love for an amorphous figure, which seemed to be a mixture of Daphne and David. His sexual fantasies revolved about the earlier event and helped explain Cedric's sexual conflicts. The emotional fantasies always involved sex with girls as well as boys. Ceddy's sexual preference were for boys dressed as girls and his fantasy was David in the clothes and guise of Daphne.

His cheeks were flushed in shame as he turned to Lady Beatrice. "What can you think of me Lady Beatrice, harboring those desires about your son? I never wanted anyone to discover what I thought. " Tears welled from his eyes. " Please forgive me."

Lady Beatrice appeared transfixed for a moment, her eyes turned momentarily to her friend where she found an answer, and then without pausing she drew Cedric into her arms

"Please Cedric don't cry, it was not your fault. There is nothing to forgive it was my son who caused this, not you. Oh how you must hate him"

The cornflower blue eyes looked back bewildered.

"Hate him Lady Beatrice, oh no I could never hate David. I was heartbroken when I thought he had died. I loved him so very much."

Both women looked very surprised at the strength of his declaration.

"Oh darling," said his mother "I never realized you felt so strongly. After all he did to you, I didn't think you'd feel that way."

"Mama, I never wanted to love him, he was so cruel to Daphne and I. Making me do all sorts of horrible things in front of Daphne. She begged him not to, but he wanted to hurt her by humiliating me. He hated her because she was so kind and gentle. I tried to love her Mama; I'd hold her in my arms just hoping I'd love her before letting her go. No matter how hard I tried it was all ways David I longed to be in my arms. I could never understand why I felt that way."

Claire hugged her son tightly, with his feminized body and the emotions he shared with her, it could have been a beautiful daughter in her arms.

Cedric turned to Beatrice, "how does David feel about the change to Daphne, did he want to?"

"No Cedric, he hates it, and is desperately fighting against the changes. However for the moment Doctor Elsa has him in a state where he thinks he is Daphne. I ask you Ceddy to treat him as though he really was Daphne tonight. He became so and heartless over the past years and we must do this to save our family otherwise he will destroy us all. Our family honor is at stake.

Tomorrow your mother and I with Doctor Bruce will explain it all to you. "

Lady Claire was looking at the wall clock. "We must go now, dinner is more than ready. But before we go just a little coloring," as she applied makeup and lipstick

Lady Beatrice looked at the results of her friend's efforts. Cedric was now a beautiful girl dressed in boys clothing, the effect of the effeminate garb only heightened the image of femininity. It was the picture of a young debutante about to go to a costume party, no one would ever suspect he was male. "Come along Ceddy, otherwise our guests will think we are very rude."

 

 

Chapter Fifteen.  On the Terrace

The scene within the drawing room was quite normal and calm. Doctor Bruce had reinforced Daphne's role. This time she smiled and girlishly giggled as Cedric playing the gallant, took her hand and kissed the back of her palm, while Daphne, in turn her face flushed with pleasure dropped daintily into a curtsy. It was apparent that they were found pleasure in each others company.

Marriot announced dinner; Cedric taking Daphne's arm escorted her to the table and held her chair as she seated. Daphne was quiet during the meal, what she lacked in conversation Cedric made up for in abundance. His Mother had never seen him so animated; normally he was polite but rather tongue tied and shy. Tonight with Daphne giving him her complete attention, he chatted about his last two days in the House of Lords, normally something he avoided talking about.

As they withdrew to the drawing room, it was apparent that Daphne's attention had resulted in a problem. As Cedric stood Claire noticed the prodigious erection, the clinging velvet emphasizing his condition. He caught the direction of his Mother's glance and flushed an deeper pink, and turning away managed to adjust himself, tucking the monster closer to his body making it slightly less evident, but there was little he could do to remove it.

Doctor Bruce asked to be excused, citing her tiredness and the need to complete some paperwork. She said Violet and Megan were waiting nearby in the case of any problems or incidents. Both Claire and Beatrice bid her goodnight, Cedric was too taken with Daphne to notice her departure.

Beatrice noticed the flushed face of Daphne, "perhaps Cedric, Lady Daphne could do with some air. A turn on the terrace perhaps?"

Cedric took Daphne's arm, escorting her through the French doors onto the moonlit terrace, as the night's gentle breeze flattened the silken gown against Lady Daphne's legs, both mothers noticed that Daphne was also erect the silk displaying a most unladylike tenting. Unlike Cedric she had no understanding of its significance.

Lady Claire and Lady Beatrice exchanged knowing looks. Last night they had discussed what might happen between their two children. Hoping Cedric could in some way emotionally accommodate David/Daphne, as it would unite and solve many problems for both families. Tonight's outcome was unexpected; and the hoped for romantic tryst had developed between the two. Cedric had at last met his fantasy woman it was a healthy start, but how David would accept his new role when the conditioning wore off was another matter.

Conflicting emotions raced through Claire's mind, she had accepted Cedric's lack of sexual interest in girls, but on the other hand he had never shown any homosexual tendencies. After learning of his experience at David's hands, his reaction to Daphne explained a lot.

Seeing her sons' reaction to Daphne tonight had taken her by surprise. Jealousy was her first reaction she was losing him to another woman and Claire's real fear was the loss of control over her son She caught herself that was silly; Daphne was not a woman but a man and though Beatrice could easily be controlled. Daphne may look pretty and feminine but he was just another feminine boy to be manipulated, and this could only strengthen her power over Cedric. A feeling of excitement pulsed through her own body at the very thought.

Claire relaxed everything would be fine, she turned towards Beatrice, her foot slipping slightly and stumbled into the arms of her friend. For a moment she was held tight, their breasts touching. Beatrice's arms about her felt so warm and comforting and in that moment the memory of her beloved French mistress Mademoiselle Adele flooded back. She could feel the soft breath of Beatrice on her cheek and for a moment she was in Mademoiselle Adele's arms and all those wonderful feelings. Without thinking she kissed her fully on the lips, for a moment she thought it was a terrible mistake, Beatrice’s lips remained taut and tight, as though she was rejecting her. Then just as she was forming an apology the arms tightened further about her and Beatrice’s lips opened invitingly about hers. Soft and sinuous a tongue entered her mouth exploring lovingly

In that instant her whole life seemed to change, for the first time since the death of her beloved James her body felt the sweet tingling of love. She had long dreamed of having her body awakened as only Mademoiselle Adele could do. Despite her love for her husband and the wonderful times they had spent together, his gentleness had never managed to awaken the passions she had experienced with the dark eyed French Mistress. James had never allowed her to reach the heights of love and passion that Mademoiselle Adele had taken her too. Now totally unexpectedly the beating in her heart and the exquisite warmth in her groin had returned, and all this from the lips of her closest friend.

Beatrice’s lips retreated, to nuzzle close to her ear. "Oh Claire, I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry if I upset you."

"Oh Bea my love, don’t be sorry. You’ve awoken part of my body I thought I’d lost forever. I feel so wonderful, I want this to last an eternity."

"My love you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you like this, but I was too afraid. Never knowing how you would take it."

"Darling, if only you had. I never dreamed I could ever have these feelings again. Oh my darling Bea, I want you to hold me so much, but we must be careful." Said Lady Claire disengaging from her friend's arms, but holding tightly to her hand.

"Tomorrow I'll find an excuse to move you into the bedroom adjoining mine, that is if you want too?"

The response was a tightening of the grip on her hand and a very firm, "yes please."

A few moments later Cedric and Daphne returned from the terrace. This time Cedric was holding her hand in his. Daphne had a glazed look in her eyes and gazed upon her beau with a mixture of admiration and bewilderment.

It was Lady Beatrice who spoke first, "Daphne dear it is becoming very late, and your two maids are waiting upon you. I'm sure that your tryst can continue tomorrow. "

That night Lord David was troubled by some strange dreams, it was nightmarish He saw shadowy images of himself dressed in the gown the had worn yesterday, having dinner with Cedric his mother and Lady Claire. There were images of walking in moonlight of the arm of Cedric. It was so strange because in the dream he was dressed as Daphne. He heard himself say I love you and kiss him. All of it so vivid, real enough to make him feel nauseous. It was something he’d never do, hold another man's arm, and kiss him; he'd rather die. It must be another of that frightful doctor's tricks.

This " punishment" must come to an end His mother might have him confined here but he knew it could not last. She might talk of making him live out his life as Daphne, but in the end she’d give up and all would return to normal. Then it would his turn, and he would use everything thing in his power to destroy them all. The humiliation he had gone through would be nothing compared with what he would unleash once he was free.

No longer confined to his room, during the day he was encouraged to walk in the walled garden accompanied by Megan or Violet. Despite having to wear woman's clothing, he was glad to escape the room and its restraints. He was troubled by gaps in his memory. A morning or afternoon would pass and there would be no clear recollection of some episodes, just strange and troubling images of something erotic. During the last three days the memory of walking in the garden was clear and fresh in his mind. However the evenings were blank, just troubled images of being kissed and fondled by Cedric. It was as though someone else was taking over his body at night. The thought of this taking place completely out of his control made him very fearful. There was an eerie feeling of speaking lovingly to Cedric, of being held in his arms and being kissed. On the edge of his memory he could feel those lips touching his, long and lingering and he responding to them. It was all so terribly real; and frightening. When he awoke he would be all hot and trembling with a terrible erection. He thought of asking Doctor Bruce about it, but to do so, would allow her further access to his mind and that was the last thing he wanted.

 

 

Chapter Sixteen.  David and Daphne

In the room upstairs Lady Claire, Lady Beatrice and Doctor Bruce met, Cedric was absent, at a meeting with the village council. It was four days since Cedric had listened to them and agreed that the treatment David was receiving was richly deserved. Cedric's concern was not punishment but curing him of his evil infliction, he was convinced his love would be enough.

Lady Claire asked Elsa Bruce had her patient finally accepted the role of Daphne.

"Well ma'am, David is not Daphne yet. During the day he retains more of his own will and for the evening I have taken the conditioning as far as I can go. Any further and I may damage his mind permanently. He becomes Daphne and accepts his new femininity during the evening. There is a natural transition, to take place during the time that Megan dresses him, it is a gentle shift from one personality to the next. The period she spends with us over dinner is gradually imprinted into his mind. The time is full of pleasure, of being treated as a beautiful girl and all helps to build his personality as a woman."

"It sounds so complicated Doctor.’

"I’m afraid ma'am that even now, we understand very little of the mind. Doctor Freud has given the medical world some inkling of what go on within the brain, but only a few of us are prepared to follow his teaching. I am endeavoring to use what Freud calls the ego id connection. Using humiliation to destroy the male side of Lord David and pleasure side to make him want to be Lady Daphne."

"My goodness I never knew it was so difficult." Said Lady Claire.

"It was very similar with Lord Cedric my Lady, but he was a far nicer personality and a lovelier person."

"While Lady Daphne is becoming far more entrenched within Lord David, she is not ready to take over yet Her personality is becoming more entrenched and dominant, this troubles him ma'am but I'm hoping he'll complete the transition soon. "

"I am troubled by the relationship between Ceddy and Daphne, Elsa. Will it harm my son?"

"My Lady I hope you won't be offended if I speak bluntly?" Lady Claire shook her head and signaled Elsa to continue. "Cedric is interested in girls and it is very obvious that he likes them but has no sexual interest in them. I have talked to Lord Cedric, using deep hypnosis to probe his mind, he is deeply in love with Lady Daphne, and even my insistence that Lady Daphne is not a woman and never can be did not trouble him. I’m sure my Lady, that when Lord David becomes used to and finds happiness in this state, they both will find happiness. My only reservation is that Lord David is proving very resistant and we may require surgery to complete the transition."

 

 

Chapter Seventeen.  A Mother's Love

Lady Beatrice returned to London for several days and Claire decided it was an ideal opportunity to a heart to heart talk with her son. They sat in Lady Claire's new sitting room. The weather had turned cold and Cedric had replaced his silk and satin with a new velvet suit. She was delighted that Doris had followed her instructions, insisting Cedric wore it, for it was one she had designed herself. Cedric had avoided wearing it up till now because it was so feminine and pretty

Once again Claire congratulated herself on her own cleverness and success with Madame de Vere. During the past year the cost of costumes from her London seamstresses had risen enormously. So much so, that during a recent visit to Paris she had persuaded a couturier to move her Parisian Salon to set up in the Dorincourt village. Madame de Vere had proved to be a superb designer, particularly of the suits worn by Cedric. She appeared to have an eye for detail and had brought Parisian elegance to his clothing. The employment of ten villagers had proved a boon, and now many of the gentry had access to fashion without the need to go to London.

Ceddy's blouse today was a masterpiece, a silk bodice and over it the finest of honiton lace. It began with a high neckline tightly encasing his throat to the chin, cascading from this was layer after layer of the lace. These finishing just below his breasts. The sleeves were just as elaborate, full, and long in the Bishop style. These finished in a long four-button cuff and falling from these were multiple frills of the same lace, long enough to cover his very fingertips. Use of his hands required the lifting of the frills with his other hand, a constant reminder of his effeminacy and of his subordinate position. It had been Madame de Vere's idea, and it had proved so successful. Claire loved watching her son struggling to use his hands. He was constantly swishing his wrists and the very girlishness of his movements gave her such a sense of power.

The suit was so beautifully cut; in cream panne velvet was more tightly fitted than his others and required tighter corsetting this morning. She could see him wince slightly each time he sat down and he was forced to take short shallow breaths. She had felt he needed a lesson this morning, since seeing Daphne he had been becoming a little too independent for her liking. It was time too remind him, that his "Dearest" was still in charge. She had no intention of losing the control she had built up. He still belonged to his Mama and there times when her power must be reinforced.

Claire went through his relationship with Daphne; he was reluctant at first to tell her all the details. She reminded him of his promise never to hide anything from her. . He stammered through the depth of his feelings for Daphne, "yes he was in love with her."

Had there been any sex between them, bought an anguished.

"Of course not Dearest."

" Do you want to?"

The blush that spread through the whole of his body required little affirmation. Claire had known this of course; Yvette his maid kept her fully aware of the passions her son felt. The amount of masturbation that Ceddy required each night and the number of seminal outpourings he completed each week, all these details were relayed to Lady Claire.

"You look very handsome today Ceddy, that suit is perfect for you."

" Thank you Dearest, when Daphne saw it in my wardrobe she insisted I wear it. She likes me to wear my prettiest clothing That is one of the reasons she loves me so much."

This was a new revelation; Claire had no idea that this thought had been put into Daphne's mind. She made a note to thank Elsa on her cleverness.

"Come darling kiss your Mama," he immediately put his arms about her, and kissed her on the lips. Not just a peck but a very loving kisses

Claire had no doubt she loved her son, and no doubts about his love for her. However she had learned that the love and loyalty from the male sex could be very ephemeral, and transferred to another person or group quickly. On Cedric’s first foray to London, in one moment Cedric had transferred the love they had shared all their lives to a group of men. Strangers had shut her out of his life, as Cedric began gambling and hell raising with a group of London rakes. It had deeply wounded her; the son whom she’d loved and nurtured at great cost to her own well being could so casually cast her aside. With Elsa Bruce’s help he had returned as her loving son and she swore it would never happen again. She had never quite forgiven him, his period of disloyalty still rankled, and it was a constant reminder of the control she must retain. After all it was his own good, she must ensure that his wish for independence did not lead to another episode like that of the past

His feminizing and style of clothing she had forced him to adopt had increased her authority beyond her expectations. It not only kept Cedric under her control but also demonstrated the mastery she held over him to others. In his own right Lord Cedric the Earl of Dorincourt was very wealthy and very powerful. Her position was a reflection of their relationship.

Cedric’s grandfather had accepted her position reluctantly. The relationship between the previous Earl of Dorincourt and herself had not been a happy one. The old Earl had virtually kidnapped Cedric and she had been forced to spend several months living in the village, separated from her son. It had been the worst period of her life; the Earl trying to deny her the rightful role as Cedric’s mother. In those months he had shunned her socially and attempted to drive her out of her son’s life.

It had been due to Cedric’s loneliness and the deterioration in his health that had finally brought the Earl’s reluctant acceptance of her position. The experience taught her a lesson and hardened her resolve never to be parted from her son again. The episode also demonstrated how transient friendship was, friends whom she had known while married had avoided her completely during her difficulties. Later, after her acceptance they attempted to ingratiate themselves again. While she never considered herself a vindictive woman, it had given her a great deal of satisfaction not to accept their calling cards

Over the years Lady Claire, the Countess of Dorincourt, had become a real social cachet. Her acceptance of an invitation made it an occasion. An invitation to her soirees was eagerly sought, and attending the Countesses dinner party a distinction, a mark of social recognition. In the rigidity of Victorian Britain, being accepted was everything.

She was very protective of her son, to cast aspersions on Cedric s dress; manners or sexuality was too risk social extinction. Over the years Lady Claire had learned how to use power, and relished it's use. She had plans for Daphne, with Beatrice's help she'd maintain her control over Cedric, and Daphne would become a respectable member of society. She'd see to it, no matter what it took. .

 

 

Chapter Eighteen.  Personalities

It had been four days since the metamorphous of Lady Daphne. Doctor Bruce was carefully monitoring her conditioning and over the last two days there had been no sign of deterioration. Under these circumstances Lady Daphne was a delight to deal with, polite and very considerate to her two maids. They were not sure how Doctor Bruce had managed to achieve this but they were happy with the result. The difference between the two personalities, was truly astonishing, Lord David was rude, very aggressive and denigrated woman. Megan and Violet had been told of his past, they had been warned he had assaulted and raped a number of women. They must be careful and disregard his angelic appearance. He could be quite dangerous and if the drugs did not control him, he must be kept in the fetters and chains

Lady Daphne was the complete reverse. They could both read, and Doctor Elsa insisted they read the Robert Lewis Stevenson book The Strange Case of Doctor Jerkily and Mister Hyde, They were astounded, it was as though the story was no longer fiction. Lord David and Lady Daphne were the characters, as different as day and night. It was difficult to find a nicer person than her Ladyship; she was polite thoughtful and very sweet, particularly to Megan and Violet. She had none of the brooding sexuality of her counterpart; they found her innocence and naivety almost unbelievable.

While dressing on the first day she had been very worried about her breasts not being as large as either Megans or Violets. They had been at pains to assure her that time would take care of that. It was normal for some women to have smaller breasts. The following morning she blushingly enquired about a problem she was having. It occurred below her waist as she politely put it, she had awoken in the night with part of her anatomy awfully swollen. Doctor Bruce had called it her clitoris or clitty. She had awoken from a wonderful dream to find it oozing a white fluid, and she was anxious to find if Megan or Violet suffered from the same problem. It had taken a terrific effort to stop the most terrible fit of giggles, but they managed to smother them. Yes, they explained it was quite common amongst young people of their age, particularly if they liked a particular gentleman

This brought the prettiest blush from Lady Daphne. A blush that spread over her face and down into her bosom. Megan said it would help, if before she went to bed at night she massaged the offending part. It was a very private and most intimate operation and should only be completed in the privacy of her bedroom or bathroom.

"Would it help if I showed you how my Lady?"

" Oh would you Megan? I'd be so grateful." Lady Daphne was still in her satin nightgown and the stain of the seminal fluid clearly visible. Megan raised the gown; Lady Daphne s clitty was indeed swollen. Taking a length of soft white satin she wrapped it about the organ and gently began to stoke it. The effect on Lady Daphne was immediate, within minutes her breathing quickened; this turned to panting and a few moments she gave a cry as the satin dampened with her outpouring.

"Oh my goodness, my goodness me, that was a wonderful feeling. Does that happen all the time Megan?"

" No my Lady, only when you have particular feelings for a gentleman. Do you have such a gentleman Lady Daphne?"

" I really like Lord Cedric. Every time I'm with him I feel all strange and soft. I love to be kissed by him, it is a wonderful sensation, is that what you mean Megan?"

" That is it too a tee, my Lady. Do you love him?"

She thought for a moment "I suppose I do. He is really so thoughtful and kind. I've have never met anyone so gentle and he wears the most beautiful clothes. I really like the soft silks and satin, it feels so lovely when we touch; but the nicest thing is the lipstick it tastes so nice when we kiss. I m very happy when he is with me, do you think this love Megan?"

It was extremely difficult to accept this innocence was coming from Lord David. She looked for some sign that he was making a fool of her, but there was only a look of innocence on Lady Daphne s face. She shook her head in admiration; the cleverness of Doctor Bruce never ceased to amaze her. How someone could change the terrible Lord David into the sweet gentle Lady Daphne was quite beyond her. The Doctor had said this was temporary and would not last, but up till now it had been fine.

"Do you feel better my Lady, after your massage?"

"Oh yes thank you Megan, that was most relaxing. How often is it required?"

" In your case ma'am it would best completed before you retire, it will relax you more."

Lady Daphne blushed again and said bashfully to Megan. "This also happens when I'm with Cedric. I just don’t know what to do then; it is as though I'm about too burst. It feels so wonderful. I wonder whether I should tell him about my feelings and what he does too me."

"Oh ma'am I shouldn't do that, these feelings are best to remain private between women, men just don't understand. I can give you an undergarment that will keep your clitty from showing my Lady."

"You think I should wear it?"

"I do ma'am, really I do. It is not done for ladies to show too much of their feelings."

"Thank you Megan, I'll take your advice. All these things seem so new to me."

Daphne was to walk with Cedric today and wanted her prettiest dress. Together they searched the wardrobe before settling on a dress designed by the Paris based Monsieur Paquin, but cleverly copied by Lady Claire's seamstress. It was in pink silk and silk chiffon. High waisted, with a chiffon over-bodice with inset bands of fine lace. A special touch was the asymmetrical swathe of ribbon chiffon ending with a pink posy. The sleeves were three-quarter and were completed with double cuffs. The gown had layered skirts, a silk underskirt, a middle skirt of fine lace, and an overskirt, the hem of this cut into uneven points trimmed with rectangles of silk.

Megan thought it was very pretty but just too fussy for her taste, though she was not about to tell Lady Daphne. Beneath the gown were the most beautiful undergarments, the pink satin corset laced so tightly the edges were together, and not a whimper of complaint from Lady Daphne. Instead she was quite disappointed that it could not be pulled tighter. Then Megan fitted a silk band between her legs, at the rear a silk ribbon fastened to the bottom of her corset and a tight fitting pouch contained her clitty, when the front was buttoned to the front there was little sign of the offending organ.

Over this went pink wide silk pantalettes, crotchless, long, and voluminous. Frills at the bottom of each leg were wide and deep of the finest chantilly lace. Her stockings were clocked white silk, and over these went two voluminous petticoats of a soft taffeta, they whispered sibilantly with her every move. Megan smoothed and fitted the garments carefully before sliding her gown over Lady Daphne's head.

She wanted her lips carmined and some cream rouge added to her high cheekbones. This product was the latest from Harriet Hubbard Ayer, a friend of Lady Claire. Mrs. Hubbard Ayer had recently established a range of cosmetics and Lady Claire had helped her establish these. The Princess of Wales herself a renowned beauty had been persuaded to help them overcome the disapproval that polite society had previously held for cosmetics. The face cream was excellent giving a fresh natural look to jaded skin. Lady Daphne only required a touch to enliven her normally dewy complexion Megan persuaded her to accept a light silvery powder on her eyelids.

"It will make your eyes appear even larger ma'am, men all ways like that."

"Well Megan in that case I must have some," she said.

A few minutes later she looked perfect, the gown draping beautifully against her body. The front of her hair softly curled, Megan had attached a hairpiece to bulk out the still short hair, a part of Lord David that was rapidly disappearing into the ever-developing character of Lady Daphne.

In the left wing of Dorincourt Manor, the dressing of Lord Cedric was rapidly exhausting the patience of his maid Doris. Normally the young master was not at all fussy about his appearance. Since the arrival of Doctor Bruce he had accepted, often with reluctance the clothing Doris, under Lady Claire's instruction she had laid out for him. If there was an argument, which Cedric never won, it was always that his clothing was too feminine and sissified for him. Since the appearance of Lady Daphne this had changed. Daphne's liking of Cedric in soft satin, silks and laces, had transformed his ideas, now his corset was never tight enough, there was never enough lace and the colors were never as delicate as he wanted. Today he insisted he should wear more makeup.

Yvette had required the aid of a parlor maid to help tighten Lord Cedric's corset. Normally tightening the corset to a fraction of what they'd done this morning brought the most piteous lamentations. Piteous cries of the pain he was suffering from the constricting corset, but today not one, and Yvette could not help marvel at the effect of love.

With his silk stockings tautly attached to the eight suspenders and the careful checking of the seams to ensure they were straight. Doris drew his pantalets up his shapely legs; she envied his femininity, if only her ankles and calves were as comely. The chantilly lace frills were at least six inches deep and fluttered daintily with his every movement. Over the silk pantalettes went the pink satin trousers; in fact they more closely resembled knickers. High waisted and fitted very tightly about his hips, they flared at mid thigh into an array of knife edged pleats. While standing still they draped easily against his legs but any movement sent them flouncing about like flags in a gentle breeze and below these trembled lace frills.

The blouse was a masterpiece in pink satin and the finest white chantilly lace. The neck was high and tight about his throat almost reaching his chin in a column of shimmering pink satin. Then about it was a pleated scarf like collar, tied into a large floppy bow, and cascading down into a waterfall of white lace. The lace jabot fell almost to his waist; a gleaming mass of frills emphasizing his nascent breasts beneath the shimmering satin

"Yes I think some more cosmetic in order Doris, just a touch of rouge. Not too much I want to look as natural as possible. Just a small amount of gray eye shadow, it looks very good with the pink blouse don't you think?"

"It does my Lord, and I might add you look most beautiful." It was an honest appraisal; she had never seen her charge look prettier. The clothing, his skin, and the smile on his face made him more alive than she had ever seen; it was obvious he was in love with Lady Daphne.

"Doris have you seen Doctor Elsa's copy of "As you like it"? She said I could borrow it to read to Daphne."

"Yes Lord Cedric it is on the table. Oh what a nice idea my Lord, I'm sure she will enjoy it."

From the bay window she watched the two lovers walk down the steps and enter the rose garden. They looked so happy, Lady Daphne's silk day gown swaying delightfully on her rounded hips and the frills and pleats of Lord Cedric's costume fluttering in a soft gentle breeze. Doris was one of the few people that knew of Lady Daphne's true sex, and though she had some reservations about the situation, it was obvious they loved one another. She sat in the window sewing an errant frill onto one of Lord Cedric's blouse. He had caught it on a door handle and the slight tear was not enough to send to the seamstress. Taking up a needle and thread she began to sew while watching the scene below her.

Lord Cedric escorted Lady Daphne to the rose bower, his arm was about her, and her face turned to his. It was obvious from her relaxed body attitude that she was looking adoringly into his. He lips touched hers and Yvette could imagine the young lady responding. Suddenly the two bodies burst apart and Yvette could see a bewildered Lord Cedric watch Lady Daphne run screaming from him.

 

 

Chapter Nineteen.  Escape

As he ran Lord David didn't know what had happened, it was as though he was caught up in one of the terrible nightmares he had suffered over the last week. He couldn’t understand why he was dressed in women's clothes and how he came to be in the arms of a man.

He must get away, he rubbed a silk sleeved arm across his mouth trying to expunge the taste, trying to rid himself of those lips against his. The most appalling part was he knew he had responded to them. They’d felt so soft and pliable, so womanly; a reminder of the sensual caress had been missing for so long. It had been so wonderful to once again feel the lips of a maiden. His arms had been about her; breasts touching her breasts, it had felt so wonderful. He'd felt his blood stirring, that wonderful swelling, the rush of hardness into his groin. The blood was coursing through his body preceding the welcome tidal wave of pleasure he knew was about to engulf him. The sweet taste of lipstick, against his lips and the pleasing scent from her body, as his fingers enjoyed the pliancy of soft flesh. Oh so wonderful to be enveloped in soft arms, and to have his head resting once more on swelling breasts.

With his eyes still closed he had reached down though the slithery fabric about her hips, his hands had reached to excite the cleft he knew waited beneath the silk. Instead his caressing fingers had closed about an erect iron hard organ that than his own. From somewhere words echoed in his mind "Unto the sweet bird's throat." and an unspeakable horror engulfed him as he emerged from the fog to find himself in the arms of a man. There was no moist cleft instead, clutched in his hand was an erect cock. His hand leapt off it as though it were burning hot. His eyes turned opened wide in horror, as he found the lipsticked lips pressed to his were not female but male. The eyes looking into his were blue, with long sweeping lashes the lids dappled with blue eyeshadow were the eyes of the nancy boy Lord Cedric, Earl of Dorincourt. He struggled frantically to free himself from the horror of the nightmare. It was a terrible moment he strived to free himself from slender arms covered in pink satin and lace.

He jumped to his feet almost falling flat on his face, as his feet tangled in a skirt. He looked down only then seeing he was dressed as a girl, in pink silk and lace, his memory returning in small flashes. The recollection of an argument with his mother, of his being forced to live as Daphne. He looked at the body beside him now sprawling on the seat mouth open in shock. It was Cedric all lace and satin with, makeup on his face and he had been kissing that. David felt gorge rise in his throat but managed to fight it back.

There was no time to think, he must escape. Desperately he pulled the stupid skirt above his knees and began running from the rose garden. He stumbled in the high-heels almost falling. Cedric called to him, the voice pleading.

"Please stop Daphne. Wait please."

He ignored him; this was a chance of leaving this madhouse. Cursing the stupid slippers on his feet he ran towards the driveway and gate. In front of the entrance to the mansion stood a two horse Phaeton. The driver was off to one side with his back to him, smoking a cigarette. He ran forward and unleashed the reins, lifting his skirts high he somehow scrambled into the driver's seat. Before the startled driver could recover he slashed the whip down onto one the horse's withers.

The horses already nervous from his mad scramble made off at a gallop, careering down the driveway. The light carriage almost overturning as it followed the curving driveway, the air alive from flying gravel. The woman on the gate alerted by the shouting ran to shut the massive iron gates and intercept the carriage. She managed only one before the carriage swerving wildly shot past. Daphne's elaborate hairdo had unraveled, now the blonde hair was a disheveled mess streaming behind, the silk skirt pulled above his knees and billowing in the wake of his passage.

"Wait Miss, stop stop!." The woman on the gate frantic calls becoming fainter.

With no immediate sign of pursuit, David pulled the two horses into a trot; he didn't want them exhausted. It would be pointless trying to get help in the village, as all the ignorant peasants were part of the estate. The first thing to do now he'd escaped was to free himself from this ridiculous costume. He could see a village in the distance; he tidied his clothing pulling his skirt down, making Daphne look respectable. Remembering his geography he knew the town was less than five miles away, and the family of one of the Hellfire Club lived there. He would be able to bully them into lending him some money and clothing; a jape about an initiation party would cover his present garb.

Then he'd take revenge, oh to be able to get back at his mother and the bitch Countess of Dorincourt. He'd destroy them all for the humiliation he'd undergone. Beaten by a maid in front of his mother. My god they'd pay for that, they'd pay for every insult he suffered, my god they would. He'd destroy their reputation none of them would ever be able to venture out in public by the time he'd finished with them. They'd be finished, totally finished.

He had begun to relax when he heard the sound of shouting and the gallop of hooves. Three horses were in sight the riders stretched low and obviously in pursuit. How the hell had they done it? He'd thought he would have plenty of time. No he wouldn't go back, no, No.

David had a sense of panic; there was no time to lose. He bought the whip heavily on the nearest flank. Both horse broke into a gallop, the light carriage rocked and swayed, the village came into sight and suddenly onto the road ahead swarmed a group of children from the local school. No way was he going to stop and be captured the whip came down again and again as he shouted and for them to clear the way.

Like startled rabbits the children scattered in all direction, three of the youngest bewildered by the shouting and sight of thundering horses stood rooted, paralyzed in it's path. At the last moment the horses shied and swerved into a ditch missing all but two of the children. The carriage overturned throwing David onto the road, his head catching a branch and rendering him unconscious.

 

 

Chapter Twenty.  A Mother's Decision

"David, David can you hear me"?

There was a terrible pain in his head; a throbbing that would not go away. Slowly he opened his eyes, the light was too bright, he squinted, and slowly a face came into focus. It was his mother.

"Ah I see you are awake, can you hear me?"

"Yes Mother, where am I?"

"You are back in Dorincourt, and in real trouble. Do you remember what happened?"

"I was being kissed by that Nancy boy Cedric, it was terrible and I had to escape. I'd almost reached the village and those stupid children would not clear the road. Mother you must get me away from here."

The look on Lady Beatrice's face was a mixture of anger and frustration.

"Have you learned anything David? Don’t you realize what you have done? Two children are in serious danger due to you, one of them is close to death and if she dies you will be facing a murder charge."

The arrogant look on his face vanished to be replaced by panic.

"You can't let them do that Mother, they weren't important, you must protect me I'm your son."

The disgust on her face was evident; all that careful work by Doctor Bruce wiped out in a few hours. There seemed little change in attitude to the one she'd dealt with all those months ago. "Yes you are my son unfortunately, you wretched creature."

"Where’s the Bruce woman, I need help my head hurts"

"She is trying to save the life of that children you ran over, I'm afraid your head will have to look after itself."

David tried to raise himself but his arms were tied to the sides of the bed by silk ribbons. "Mother," he cried. "Help me I have to get out of here."

"I'm afraid not David," the anger gone from her voice, replaced by a weariness tinged with sorrow. What she had to do now was something she'd been trying to avoid for months but there appeared to be no other means. With the luck of the devil he'd avoided all serious injury. A hit on the head that had raised a small bump and a minor graze down one leg, all signs of it would have disappeared in a few days. The damage he had caused was quite different two young girls were critically injured. One with a badly shattered leg and crushed ribs, Doctor Bruce and the village Doctor had said she would be fine. The second one was more serious, injuries to the head and in a coma, also her pelvis had been broken.

The two girls had been brought to the Manor House and Elsa Bruce was now working in a bedroom quickly converted to a makeshift surgery on them. Marriot came through the door, "excuse me ma'am may I speak to you in private."

Lady Beatrice stepped out of the room. "It is little Peggoty ma'am Doctor Bruce asked me to tell you she is going to live, both children are out of danger."

"Oh that is really wonderful news." Her relief was manifest; she could not stop a tear escaping. "Excuse me Marriot, I couldn't help it."

"Quite understandable ma'am." She said with drawing a spotless white silk handkerchief and passing it Lady Beatrice.

Lord David was confined to his bed for the next three days, not so much for his health but to keep him out of the way and allow Doctor Bruce to recover from operating on the two children. Doctor Alison Mackenzie, the village doctor had now taken over their care and Doctor Bruce could return to her regular patient.

Over the last three days Lady Claire and Lady Beatrice called on the parents of all the children offering their help and sympathy. Lady Beatrice gave ten pounds to every child involved in the incident and a hundred pounds to the parents of the two injured children and assured that they receive all the medical help possible until they completely recovered.

The accident was explained as the result of Lady Daphne having a nervous fit, the result of the tragic death of her husband Lord David in Argentina. The memory had bought on a terrible fit of hysteria resulting in her jumping into the carriage. The horses had taken fright and bolted and Lady Daphne had been unable to control them as they galloped towards the village. She offered her heart felt sympathy and apologies and at the moment she was recovering from the terrible ordeal.

The sympathy was now directed towards Lady Daphne, and Beatrice felt very uncomfortable. Once more she had had to lie to cover up her son's dreadful behavior. Still this would be the last time; she had made her decision to go ahead with the operation.

"I should have followed the more drastic course right at the start, Elsa then those poor children wouldn't have been hurt. "

"Stop blaming yourself Beatrice, it does no good." Said Lady Claire in her usual forthright manner

"You were not to know Lady Beatrice, and I would have counseled against it. Castration is such very drastic measure, and pardon me being so bold, but it was necessary to allow Lord David every chance. After talking to Lord Cedric I have learned the fault for the accident may have been mine. The phrase I chose to take Lord David in an out of his trance was a phrase from Shakespeare's As You Like It," said Elsa Bruce. "Lord Cedric tells me he was reading from As You Like It to Lady Daphne, suddenly she seemed to change before his eyes and ran off to the carriage. I think he read out the trip phrase my Lady."

"Elsa if that was the case, you were still not responsible, the accident was caused through my son's nature. I'll not have you accepting any blame," said Lady Beatrice taking the Doctor's hand in her own. "Now what must be done."

"I recommend that his testicles be removed as soon as possible. From my work with Doctor Shu Wong these are the obstacles in changing his attitude."

"Can you tell us why?" Asked Lady Claire.

"I wish I could my lady, Doctor Wong could never discover the reason, he was sure there was some secretion into the brain that caused all the aggression in the male. In his experiments once these were removed the boys became quite docile, he found this in all the operations he had carried out, and there were many thousands. The Emperor was very fond of young boys."

"Has there been any studies completed in England Elsa."

She told them of her research in London and the findings of Arnold Berthold and Charles Brown-Sequard and their work.

" I've also discussed Doctor Wong's work with a friend of mine whom I known for many years, an Earnest Starling. Of course I made no mention of either Lord Cedric or Lord David, Earnest thinks I have returned to Scotland. He told me he has been working with a colleague William Bayliss and they've discovered a chemical secretion in the blood, which they are calling secretin or hormones. They are sure these unseen particles somehow send messages to the brain from the testes and this result in aggressive behavior. They are certain that castration does calm the male, a number of confidential operations were carried out in Bedlam on very aggressive patients with excellent results ma'am."

"Doctor Earnest Starling, Elsa?"

"Yes ma'am."

"He is Professor of Physiology at the University College and has excellent references. I don't like thinking of my son as similar to those poor wretches in Bedlam, but I suppose we must accept the results. Very well Elsa we will go ahead." She turned to her friend, "there is no other option Claire, it is for the sake of the family."

"Does the operation take long Elsa, and do you need a surgery?"

"No Lady Claire, an hour at the most. If the bedroom next to Lord David is scrubbed it will be fine. Then we will return him to his own bedroom. In all it will be three to four weeks before he is fully recovered."

Lady Claire immediately pulled the bell to summon Marriot, and gave her instructions on the bedroom.

Elsa Bruce addressed Lady Beatrice; "there are a few points my Lady. They are mainly cosmetic but quite important. With the testes removed there will be an empty sac, this can be removed or fashioned to resemble the lips of a vagina. Which would you prefer my Lady?"

"You are the expert Elsa, have you a suggestion?"

"I was thinking of the future and Lord Cedric. He may find the smoothness more comforting."

"Certainly Elsa, I'm happy to be guided by you. After what he did I'm not sure I'm worried about he thinks."

"I understand my Lady, but I must think of my patient. There is one further point I'd like to discuss. Doctor Wong was in the habit of increasing the sensitivity of prostate to increase the sexual appetite of the boys, could I suggest I do the same for Lord David."

"You'll have to explain what that means Elsa." Said Lady Beatrice as she and Lady Claire leaned forward, puzzlement on their faces.

"It would mean my Ladies that Lord David as Lady Daphne would receive intense pleasure from sex, but this pleasure would be obtained only from rectal penetration."

"I do want David to be punished for what he has done, you are making it sound as though he is going to enjoy this for the rest of his life."

"In one way my Lady you are correct he or she will enjoy sex. May I be presumptuous and explain my own feelings towards Lord David?" Lady Claire smiled and nodded her head. "When I first began I was rather neutral towards him, I thought he was the most arrogant and self centered person I had ever met. His attitude to everyone below his station and woman in general was appalling, but up to three days ago I thought that my treatment and the herbal infusions would treat this.

Following his escape in the carriage I realized that I was deluding you, Lady Beatrice and myself. His character is badly flawed and I now know I would never have succeeded. He blamed the children for stopping his escape after he had almost killed them .I knew then something more drastic was required if Lord David is ever to redeem himself."

"I understand Elsa, and thank you for telling me. How will the operation change this?"

"At the moment Lord David does not feel guilt for hurting other people; no matter how innocent they may be, nor how much pain he may cause. He is only concerned with what effects him. His greatest fear appears to be emasculation, physical and mental. After his castration, he will try to hold onto his masculinity by mental means. Without any adjustment to his prostate he will be completely frustrated, no matter how he is masturbated or penetrated he will never achieve ejaculation. This ma'am will be the ultimate punishment; he will never feel real pleasure again. In many ways I feel this would justice for what he has done. I hope you'll forgive my boldness for saying this Lady Beatrice." Before Beatrice could reply Emma Bruce continued. " However my Lady I think it would wrong to punish him so. All he would feel is self-pity. If we can avoid that ma'am I think he can be redeemed. There was moisture in both Lady Beatrice and Lady Claire's eyes.

"Oh Elsa, if ever I'm in trouble and I need someone to plead my case I do hope it will you my dear. Of course you are right. My first thoughts were he must suffer the most dreadful punishment I could devise, for what he has done. However his redemption is it is more important. Please go ahead with the prostate operation."

"I must add ma'am that she will punished by this. Lady Daphne's only gratification will come from penetration and the pleasure will be very very intense, always with the desire for more. I've seen some of the Emperor's boy's begging for more even when they're so sore they walk bowlegged.

Lord David is used to demanding his rights, but as Lady Daphne he will be in a completely submissive role. To obtain her pleasure she must implore her lover to satisfy her with the most exquisite sensations. Her penis will suffer erections and her orgasm will take place through it. There will be no escape; pleasure will depend upon his ability to appear feminine but each with climax he will be reminded of the masculinity he once had. She will no longer be able to demand pleasure, her role will be of a supplicant, imploring no longer being able to demand."

"I understand Elsa, yes that will be a real punishment for my son."

"Presumably Elsa, Ceddy will be the source of his pleasure?" said Lady Claire.

"Yes my Lady, I expect so."

"I don't want him hurt Elsa. He is in love with Daphne, her happiness is paramount to him."

"Lady Claire I love Lord Cedric and would do nothing to hurt him. Lady Daphne will have much inner turmoil and suffer torments in her own mind trying to accept herself. She will both love and want Lord Cedric, and I'll ensure she does nothing that will hurt him. In this way Lady Claire I'm certain sure she will make Lord Cedric very happy.

"When will you do the operation?"

"Madam Marriot told me they had finished disinfecting the bedroom Lady Beatrice, I can do it immediately."

"I think it would be best

If Lord David was worried or intimidated by the three women entering his bedroom while he lay helpless, he showed no sign of it.

"About time to mother, now release me immediately from this ridiculous clothing and I setup. I need my clothes to return to London.

"David you almost killed two children, the parent were distraught haven't you any regrets?"

"Mother if they hadn't been in the road, there would have been no accident. Then I would not still tied to this bed. Now release me immediately, I'll return to London and I won't lay any charges against you and Claire for illegal imprisonment."

It was obvious that the shock of the accident and the reduction of herbs in his treatment had resulted in a return to his old self. Lady Beatrice put her hand on his arm.

"I'm sorry it has come to this David but I have asked Doctor Bruce to take the next step."

For the first time there was an inkling of fear in his blue eyes, "the next step, I don't understand."

"Obviously our attempt to help you become a better person was not successful, the next step is to remove what we believe are causing it all. Doctor Bruce is about to castrate you."

For a moment there was a look of disbelief on Lord David's face. Moments later he turned a deathly white as he realized his mother was serious.

"No Mother. No you cannot. I'm your son, Dammit, you can't do this to me. I won't let you."

"I sorry David, but I can see no over way. My mind is made up."

The disbelief in his eyes was gone, replaced by fear. Beads of perspiration sprouted on his head, and the struggle to release himself grew frantic. The arrogance left his voice, now he was begging.

"Mother, Mama, don't please don't. I'll change really I will. Please Mama don't do this too me please." Then all the sudden he began to cry. "Oh please don't make into one of those, please Mama."

Lady Beatrice turned away, nodding to Doctor Bruce. With Megan's help she manage to hold a pad of ether over his mouth. Beatrice watched the struggles of her son gradually subside. The eyes fearful to the last moment, until suddenly they were calm, as he lost conciseness.

Beatrice felt a curious mix, relieve, and deep sorrow as the panic-stricken look in David's eyes dimmed. At least the decision had been taken.

She had asked Elsa Bruce whether she could be present at the operation and although the Doctor had raised her eyebrows at such a request had agreed. Claire had returned to her room. Beatrice entered the makeshift operating theater wearing a sterile white gown and face mask. Doctor Elsa had assured her the operation was quite simple and comparatively safe.

"There is always the risk of infection, Lady Beatrice but I follow Doctor Lister's procedures scrupulously. He teaches that infection results from dirty instruments, bandages, or hands. Absolute cleanliness is needed I have had the room scrubbed with lye and the instruments have been in boiling water for thirty minutes."

Doctor Bruce picked up a long needle and jabbed it into David's arm, there was no reaction. "We can begin." On her instructions the two maids dressed in similar sterile clothing lifted David's gown and spread his legs wide apart. The groin was completely smooth and hairless; he had been well shaved before the operation. His thick member lay limply between his legs; Megan grasped it firmly and pulled it upwards exposing the silky skin of his sac. Elsa Bruce held his testicles in her hand, feeling carefully where they lay. Then hesitating only briefly she drew the razor sharp scalpel down the left side of the taut sac.

All the sudden the reason for being there vanished and. Lady Beatrice averted her head. She could hear the procedure being completed but no longer wanted to be part of it Why she decided to be there she couldn't understand, something to do with ensuring it was done properly.

She felt quite light headed and ready to faint, and then she was aware of Elsa Bruce next to her, removing the white mask and gown. Then the doctor's arms were about her. "Are you all right Lady Beatrice."

"I shouldn't be here. I'm really not sure why I came."

Lady Beatrice had her eyes cast down, she was visibly upset. Before Elsa Bruce stepped away, Lady Beatrice grasped her hand.

"Oh my god what have I done, he is my own son and I've done this terrible thing to him."

"Lady Beatrice I know you're upset, but there was nothing else you could do. His wildness would have continued without this operation and we may have faced something far worse. A further innocent death and a possible murder charge. He was out of control my Lady, there was nothing you could done."

"You are sure Elsa?"

"There is never a certainty Lady Beatrice, but I'm positive there was no other way."

A trace of color reappeared, the tightness about her lips relaxing. "Yes you are right Elsa, it was the only way."

"There is one something else that should be addressed my Lady. I can alter Lady Daphne's voice," she said addressing Lady Beatrice. "Lord David has a rather harsh tone, which will not be attractive in her new role. Using acupuncture I would be able to raise it an octave."

"If it is possible Elsa please do so. Is there any danger involved?"

"There always is some danger with any operation, but not this one, I learned from Doctor Wong. The Emperor liked all his boys to speak like girls"

"Go ahead with my blessing. Now please excuse me I must lie down, When will I be able to talk to her?"

"I'll need to her sedated for the next few days my Lady. She will be in considerable pain and will to be secured to the bed to stop the dressings shifting. After that I'm sure every thing will be fine."

As Lady Beatrice left the room, Elsa Bruce consulted her notes, and then carefully measuring the distance from Daphne's left ear and her jaw-line she took two long sharp needles and inserted them into her neck.

"There Megan it's all complete. Lady Daphne can be moved back into her room now. Please be very careful I don't want any of the dressings disturbed." She removed her mask. " There should be no complications."

 

 

Chapter Twenty One.  Consoling Arms

Lady Beatrice had returned to her room, asking that Betty be sent to her, saying she must lie down. Two doors away Lady Claire had retired and called for her maid, she was tired of the tight restrictive corset and gown and wanted to relax. Peggy suggested the new tea gown by Jacques Doucet. This was an original gown in finely pleated chiffon trimmed with lace; he was one designer that Claire did not have copied by her village couturier. Her body without the heavy corset felt so light, how wonderful it was to have the freedom again. Peggy drew the silk stockings up her legs, with no underwear she felt quite wanton. Only the silk stockings and a pair of cream satin shoes with Louis heels beneath the gown with no underwear on her body

Claire waited an hour and then walked up to a discreet door that anyone would mistake for an extra closet, it opened into her friend's bedroom. She paused before it listening carefully, she was certain she could hear sobs. It was not time for any one to be alone; knocking quietly, she entered.

To Claire's surprise Lady Beatrice wore only a thin silk and lace peignoir her corset and underwear had been removed.

"Are you all right Beatrice?" she asked quietly.

"I feel so terrible Claire, please excuse my dishabille but all I wanted to do was lie in the dark. I'm very upset over what I allowed to happen." She began to sob again.

Claire put one hand beneath the head on the pillow and the other reached out to take her shoulder and drew her to her breast. "Bea stop doing this to yourself, it was the right thing to do. The only possible action you could have taken. If it had been necessary I'd have done exactly the same to Ceddy."

"You would have Claire? You're sure you are not just saying that to make feel better?"

"Of course I'm not, David could not be allowed to go on the way be did. Now please accept that what you did was correct."

Lady Beatrice smiled and said. "Oh Claire what would I have done without you. I know you are right and thank you so much." With that she wrapped her arms about her kissed her on the lips. For a moment Claire froze, the intimacy was so unexpected. Then she felt the most delicious thrill surge through her body, just as it had three nights ago. Before she could stop, her body twisted into Beatrice's and her lips appeared to take on a life of their own as she passionately returned the kiss.

Suddenly she drew back embarrassed by her move, what on earth would Beatrice think?

The arms about her refused to release, again Beatrice drew her closer, and her lips once more met hers. This time her mouth was less tentative and Claire welcomed Beatrice's tongue into her mouth. Beatrice's fingers closed over her right hand and guided it to her breast beneath the flimsy silk of her peignoir. Her fingers closing about the erect nipple, gently she squeezed it enjoying the warmth of the taut flesh. Suddenly her fingernail touched metal, startled she drew back.

"What on earth?"

Beatrice opened her silk gown exposing two creamy breasts, through each nipple was a fine gold ring, Claire turned her startled eyes on her friend.

Beatrice fingered the left ring; "you haven't seen these before?"

"No Bea, why have you got them, it must be so painful."

Beatrice took Claire's hand again, and moved it until her fingers closed about the ring. "Not at all my dear, in fact touching them is quite pleasant."

"But why do you have them?"

"Claire it was quite fashionable when I was at finishing school, Mama allowed me to have them. They are supposed to strengthen the muscles and keep our breasts high. Obviously it was not popular in New York. There is something else my dear, something I have never told anyone."

Even in the dimly lit room Claire could see Beatrice's flush, but it appeared to be from excitement rather than embarrassment.

"Not long after David's birth Charles wanted more excitement in our lovemaking and he persuaded me to have my clitoris pierced. He'd spent time in the Punjabi and many of the girls there had one."

"Pierced, your clitoris. Oh my god, you poor girl."

"Oh no Claire, quite the opposite. It has been a constant source of pleasure to me."

"But it have hurt, been so painful."

"Only for a time, it really excited Charles, and it has helped me enormously since his death."

"Oh my dear I must see it at once."

Claire disentangled herself and moved quietly to the door, turned the key and skipped joyously to the bed, all decorum gone she almost jumped into Beatrice's arms. Then sliding down, the silk lace and chiffon garments were hastily removed to form a silent pool on the floor. Bea was at first shy, reluctant to open her legs but Claire's gentle touch soon persuaded her to give access to her most intimate part.

Claire gave a small cry of surprise as she looked upon the fine gold piercing the center of the fleshy nubbin, nestling between the swollen lips. Her inquiring finger shyly touched the ring, gently probing it.

"Oh my that is wonderful please my darling keep doing that. Oh yes that is wonderful."

Their mouths met, tongues entwined as two women explored each other's bodies. Quickly their bodies melded into one, as they quickly found the emotions and sensations lost but not forgotten through all those lonely years.

 

 

Chapter Twenty Two.  A New Daughter

Daphne lay in the canopied bed. She no longer looked pale and wan, the color had returned to her cheeks. She looked up as Lady Beatrice entered.

"Hullo Daphne how are you feeling?"

To her surprise, there was none of the bitterness and cruel sarcasm that had streamed from her son's lips over the past years. Instead she saw moisture form in the corner of Daphne's eyes, and tears trickle down her cheeks.

"I feel awful mother, how could you do this to me?"

"Daphne I could do nothing else, I'm sorry but you left us no other way. My dear, you can be happy in your new role, and live a very useful life."

"Like this Mother, don't you know what you've done? You made me into a eunuch, I'm nothing but a freak." Her voice rose until she was screaming at her mother. "Get out of here, get out, get out."

Immediately Elsa Bruce and Megan ran into room. Elsa holding in her hand a small hypodermic needle, taking hold of Daphne's arm she pushed it in and injected her. Daphne struggled against her for a few moments before slumping into stillness.

"I'm sorry Lady Beatrice, she has been saying very little up to now, I didn't think she'd take it as badly as she did

"Will it harm him Elsa? I don't want any further complications."

"No ma'am I assure you it won't, I was very surprised by his reaction today. When he awoke he was far more accepting of the operation. Seeing you appeared to have awakened his anger. It is far better it is brought out into the open than to continue festering inside, even though it must be painful for you ma'am?"

A further two days had passed since Beatrice's first confrontation with her emasculated son. After the bitter words, she had dreaded returning to face him again. This time he had not yelled or told her to get out. Instead David had been calmer more composed. He said very little instead choosing to stare at the wall and ignore her presence. She could not return the next two days as they were spent with Claire in London. A welcome break as the two lovers succeeded in reducing the tension the operation had caused.

Three days later she entered the bedroom again, a dramatic change had taken place, and Lady Beatrice blurted out without thinking.

Oh Daphne, you look so beautiful, I would never have believed it possible."

"You mean for your son to look so pretty mother?"

Lady Beatrice blushed, something Daphne had never ever witnessed. At least her answer was honest, but there was trepidation in her voice. For the first time in months, Daphne had used Mother instead of her usual polite Mama.

"Well no Daphne, I didn't mean that for a man you look pretty. I meant judged on any standard you look to be a really beautiful woman. The fact that you very born my son makes it even more remarkable. Daphne dear I understood from Elsa that you had accepted your new role. Please darling I don't want to have another disagreement with you."

Even the changes Elsa Bruce had made to soften Daphne's vocal chords could not cloak the bitterness in her voice as she replied. "Doctor Bruce assured me I would come to terms with it Mother. There seems no alternative, but it was not my choice. I been put through six months of hell, been gelded at the instructions of my own Mother and left what? I'm neither fish nor fowl, a capon .I'm left a freak, what sort of life lies ahead of me?"

Beatrice felt a mixture of shame and anger surge through her body. It was as if the old David had returned. He was right of course; it had been her instructions that he was gelded. However it was just like his attitude in the past, the ignoring what he had done, the raping of a dozen servant girls, the pregnancy of Susan, the suicide of Daphne. In addition, those were only the ones Beatrice knew about. She had been avoiding the head on confrontation, but that was no longer possible.

"David stop feeling sorry for yourself, it is your fault you must face up to it. If you had not been stopped you would have finished up in prison, or worse on the gallows and no amount of influence would have saved you. Whether you believe me or not I love you very dearly and I did this to save you."

Beatrice waited for the tirade she knew would follow. Arguing with her son had always been dreadfully harrowing experience. But to her immense surprise it never happened instead Daphne opened her arms to her. Beatrice wrapped her arms about Daphne hugging her tightly. Tears were streaming from her eyes as she said.

"Oh Mama I'm so afraid. Please help me."

In that instant Beatrice knew her son and the enormous problems he had created for her in the past had gone, and Daphne had at last come into her life. She held the sobbing trembling creature tightly in her arms, comforting her and trying to make her relax.

"Mama I'm so afraid of what is about to happen to me. I know I've been terrible, I'll never be forgiven and I'm sure no-one will want to know me."

"Daphne my darling, for you to have acknowledged how appalling David's behavior was in the past means you now understand. My dearest we will forgive you, those frightful deeds were buried with Lord David. Only the small group who have been looking after you know you were once David and everyone has sworn they will keep that secret until death. You are Lady Daphne the widow of the awful Lord David and I'm certain everyone will love you. The future can be wonderful for you my dear, I know I've now a daughter that I've wanted all my life."

Beatrice could see hope in her son's eyes, it was obvious some trepidation still remained but she was sure that after her tryst with Cedric, little of that would remain. The change in her son continued, sometimes the bitterness reappeared, but gradually it emptied from him. At times it was an almost a complete Daphne that looked back at her, but then aspects of David would return but these appeared to be draining from his body. Over the next two weeks the process continued, it was like watching a large pitcher filled with two separate halves of different colored water slowly mingle.

During the last week, Daphne reached her arms out on Beatrice's arrival; Beatrice took her in her arms and kissed her on the cheek. To her complete surprise the girl began to sob.

"Daphne my dear what is wrong?"

"Oh Mama I'm so sorry for what I've been will you please forgive me."

It was at that moment she knew the long struggle with all its pain had been worthwhile, at last she had a daughter.

 

 

Chapter Twenty Three.  The Awakening

Lady Claire watched Doris dress her son, the satin corset had been pulled so tight, Ceddy insisting the edges of the corset meets. Initially when he had been introduced to the constriction he'd groaned and complained. However over the last few weeks the slimness of his waist had become almost obsessional.

Doris drew a pair of Duchesse satin trousers satin over his ankle length blue silk pantalets, they were narrow legged and finished at mid calf. A buttoned satin band clasped the pantalets tightly before the Chantilly frill foamed outwards above his slender feet. The trousers in royal blue contrasted delightfully with the powder blue of the lace and silk. He fussed prettily as Doris slipped a cream silk blouse about his shoulders, fastening the pearl buttons of the wide Bertha collar and the lace jabot. He held out his arms as Doris fastened the voluminous bishop sleeves, spreading the lace frills over his hand.

"Dearest please I must know. I have not seen her for weeks. You told me she had not been badly hurt in the accident. So why can't I see her, oh please tell what has happened."

"Let Doris finish dear then we can talk."

He stood as the maid carefully drew the short sleeved matching Eton jacket over his shoulders, adjusting the blouse beneath it. Fanning the blouse sleeves so the bloomed out beneath sleeves and the non-fastened front. She checked his makeup, touching up his lips with a soft red color. Doris quickly tidied the room and left.

Lady Claire took her son's hand tenderly in hers.

"Ceddy dear, Daphne was only slightly injured, and she recovered very quickly."

"Why haven't I seen her?"

"Ceddy, it was obvious that Daphne was not in control of the carriage, somehow David shook off the conditioning."

"Oh my goodness." Cedric raised his slender hand to his mouth. "It must have been the poem I was reading from Doctor Elsa's book of Shakespeare's "As you like it"." I was reciting it to her when she suddenly ran off. Oh my goodness I must have spoken the key phrase. I noticed it was underlined, thought nothing more of it at the time."

"Elsa thought that must have happened, it was unfortunate but it probably would have happened anyway."

"Mama what do you mean would have happened anyway. Are you talking about Daphne?"

"Lady Beatrice and Doctor Bruce decide that if David was to be able to stay as Daphne they had to remove the most serious obstacles that stopped him accepting his fate."

"I don't understand Mama, what obstacles."

"His testicles darling, it has been necessary to castrate David."

Ceddy's face turned white, he looked as though he was about to faint.

"Oh my goodness, Mama. How could they have done to him, that is absolutely terrible."

Lady Claire took her son in her arms, trying to calm his trembling body and quiet his sobs. "Oh Mama I loved her as she was. Oh how could they."

"Please darling, she will be all right, it is not a major operation Daphne is still a boy there is no fundamental change. There were no complications and you will be able to see her soon."

"No fundamental changes. I don't understand. Daphne is no longer a boy."

"Of course she is Ceddy, she has just lost two small pieces that were causing her to be so aggressive and angry. The main item which you are interested in is still intact She will be the Daphne you fell in love with." She could see his sigh of relief.

"Oh Mama s he was so sweet when we walked in the garden, there must be some mistake."

"The Daphne you knew was under the control of Doctor Elsa, Ceddy darling. Once you broke the trance he returned to being David. Oh my dear it was so awful when he regained conciseness, he blamed those poor little girls for stopping his escape. He just did not care, I'm sure he rode deliberately into them."

Her son broke into a sob; she put out her arms, drawing him against her breast. He raised his eyes to hers, so beautiful she thought. The faint outlining of the Kohl, the mascara, and the pale blue covering his eyelids making them appear even more enormous.

"Oh Dearest what am I to do? I'm in love with the Daphne I was with that night. I want her back again."

"That my dear was what this operation was all about. Without those terrible forces driving David, Daphne will take over and this time it won't matter if you quote Shakespeare to her, there won't be the wrong phrase to suddenly transform her into David. You'll be able to see her tomorrow darling and I' m sure you'll find her the sweet and loving girl you were with that night."

The beautiful smile that enveloped his face was enough to make any mother very happy. To Claire it was also a victory, she knew with Elsa Bruce, and Beatrice's help she would have control over Daphne.

Daphne found an enormous change had taken place over the last few days and she could not understand the reason nor work out how to deal with it. She appeared to have little control over her physical sexuality. In her mind she felt overwhelmingly male, but her body would not accept this. Instead it was reacting to the emotions of a young woman aware of growing u p.

Daphne tried to ignore the tingling in her body, this was the first time she and Ceddy had been alone, as he had sat beside her and talked of his love. There was a mental contest taking place between the mental David and the physical Daphne and she was becoming the dominant partner in the relationship. Today he seemed to be standing outside his body as he watched Ceddy wooing Daphne.

Daphne watched herself preening himself as she listened to Cedric's compliment about his beauty and gentle nature. In the past as David he had watched women react to his own charms. Observing them preen, lift their hair at the nape of the neck, push a pristine lock into place, and smooth their skirt, as the words caressed them and signaled success to the observant rake.

In trepidation she watched her body react in exactly same way. She tried to ignore the flattering words, the praising of her beauty, her gentleness and compassionate nature. However no matter how hard she tried to disregard the words she could feel her body giving out the same signals and body language to Cedric. She saw her cheeks were delightfully flushed and the flush was spreading to her breasts, which were now gently heaving. If she had been completely a woman her slit would be moist and her pantalets damp instead beneath her flimsy silk gown, her clitoris was erect and rock hard. It was frightening to find that she could no longer control her physical feelings.

Cedric leaned over and so gently cupped her face between his hands. His lips met hers and he tenderly kissed her. "I must let you rest my dearest one, Megan tells me you are completely healed now, and will be able to walk in the garden tomorrow. I'm so looking forward to that."

David tried to will the body not to return the kiss but it proved impossible. Her lips were eager and sought Cedric's and they clung together as though it would be the last kiss ever delivered on earth. They never wanted to finish the kiss. He heard Daphne words. "Oh my dearest, till tomorrow then."

Daphne watched the sway of Ceddy's prettily rounded bottom beneath the blue silk as he left the room. She wanted the nauseous feeling of disgust at effeminacy in a male return; she wanted again to feel the superiority she'd felt in the past, but instead of disgust her body was reacting in a different way. She found herself looking as the sway of his organ beneath the loose silk and wondering how it would feel between her lips and whether she'd be able to accommodate it within her.

 

 

Chapter Twenty Four.  So Wonderful

Following Ceddy's departure her erection remained undiminished. The tension she now felt throughout her body was quite unbearable and her clitty was quite painful. Daphne tried reading, then walking about her room, anything to relieve the tightness that enveloped her mind and body. In the past this lustfulness always required a girl, the nubile young maid preferably a virgin who could be would bullied into releasing the young Lord's tautness. It was euphemistically termed by Hellfire Club members as blue balls, an ironic term in Daphne's circumstances.

Daphne was by now so strained she had overcome the morbid fear of placing her hands anywhere near her clitty as she attempted to find relief. However no matter how long, or in what manner she caressed herself. Whether brutally, tenderly, tightly held or her fingers just delicately touching, her organ became more engorged, but the orgasmic climax she wept for, remained tantalizingly out of reach.

Her night was sleepless, a toss and turn nightmare. Doctor Elsa, aware her charge was suffering from priapism, gave instructions to Megan. They were clear and concise, but even the pretty maid now used to some rather weird actions was taken aback.

"You're sure Miss Elsa?"

"Quite sure Megan."

Lady Daphne's increased libido has heightened her coloring; her skin held the glimmering of a flush that gave her a delicate pink cast. It bloomed on her cheeks and flowed downwards to her gently heaving bosom. She was sitting on the satin covered settee an ivory cream satin peignoir covering a matching nightgown. Walking towards her Megan thought how pretty and feminine she looked it was difficult to believe that only a few months ago she had been completely male and even now was almost fully functioning.

"Doctor Bruce said I should help you my Lady."

"Help me Megan, how?"

Megan spread her voluminous skirt and knelt before Lady Daphne. "With this ma'am." She said opening her peignoir and lifting the gown to Lady Daphne's thighs. The image of the completely innocent girl was vanquished, as emerging from the girlish thighs the thick rod of flesh became visible. It had changed since the operation, the ropy veins had disappeared, and the organ though engorged had become a blushing pink. Since the emasculation it had assumed more feminine qualities.

"What are doing Megan?"

Megan drew up her voluminous skirts and sank to her knees." Miss Elsa said I was to help you my Lady. She says you are too tense and to offer release."

Lady Daphne's cheeks flushed a deeper pink and her voice was tremulous, and what appeared to be a quiet sob escaped her lips. "Nothing seems to work Megan, nothing helps me."

I'm sure this will ma'am." She opened her lips forming a perfect O and bent forward to engulf the burgeoning organ. Her lips slid downwards as Lady Daphne slid smoothly inwards. At first she gave a small cry, then settled back to enjoy the intense pleasure she knew would occur. Megan's cheeks were drawn inwards as she drew her charge further in with every sweep along the now glistening tube. Daphne waited for that magic moment. When the fluttering would begin the stirring that started in a secret place and would surge from her body like the thunder and lightning of a summer storm.

Instead the quiet cry of pleasure changed after a few minutes into a groan of frustration. Lady Daphne was no longer passive. Instead her hips were bucking against Megan's mouth as she fought to achieve solace, but this remained frustratingly out of reach. At last Megan realizing the futility of her work withdrew her mouth from the wetly burnished flesh.

Lady Daphne's eyes were bright with tears of disappointment.

"Oh Megan, it's no good. Nothing works, I'm consigned to a purgatory of frustration."

"Not at all my Lady, please will you kneel on the settee?"

Lady Daphne was puzzled by Megan's request but never the less complied. At Megan's direction she opened her legs wide, by now she was prepared to do anything to relieve the passionate lust filling her whole body. Megan drew the satin gown above her hips, exposing her softly rounded bottom. Unscrewing the top of a sweet smelling ointment she dipped two fingers into jar. With her left hand she eased the firm buttocks apart then gently began inserting her finger into Lady Daphne's rosette.

"What are you doing?" Squealed Lady Daphne.

"Please relax ma'am, these are Doctor Elsa's instructions."

Megan could feel Daphne's muscles pulsing and squeezing against her finger

as it slowly edged deeper. At last Megan felt the edge of Lady Daphne almond shaped bulge, her prostate. She moved her finger into the center and pressed it gently. There was a gasp from the kneeling form; the rosette closed tightly on her finger and the gasp turned to a cry of absolute pleasure.

"Oh yes yes. Oh my that’s so wonderful. Oh oh , yes please don't stop. Oh please don't stop."

Lady Daphne was squirming, her slender back arched, and she pushed back trying to force Megan's finger deeper within her. Then she burst into her climax, squealing, gasping, her body writhing in ecstasy. With difficulty Megan removed her finger, Lady Daphne turned towards her collapsing on her back the smile on her face beatific. Her nightgown was hiked above her knees, exposing the slowly deflating organ, with just a tiny dribble of fluid still oozing from the eye of slit as it continued to spasm.

Her body was still a delightful post-orgasmic pink as she lay back on settee. For the first time in a week she had an air of total relaxation, gone was the air of tension that had accompanied her since the operation. Megan took a moist soft cloth and wiped the now flaccid organ, was now subsiding into the hairless pubic area. It still looked strange on the feminine body, but not as alien as it had whilst erect. She drew the satin nightgown into a more decorous position just as Lady Beatrice entered the room. In contrast to their previous meetings Daphne no longer appeared antagonistic to her Mother. Instead she turned and held her arms out, welcoming her lips and hug.

"Daphne how do you feel?"

"Mama I feel wonderful, I've never felt so relaxed."

Lady Beatrice looked at her former son; she could feel there had been a dramatic change in his character. Before the operation there had been evidence of David beneath all the femininity. Now the arrogance had gone and former gentleness that had been a hallmark of Daphne's character had returned. She felt vindicated over the operation, Elsa had been quite correct, without the emasculation it would still be hotheaded cruel David she'd be speaking to. Not the gentle Daphne that in just the last few weeks she'd come to love.

She hugged Daphne tightly. "I'm glad darling, Claire and Ceddy have been asking after you. Poor Ceddy he has been so anxious, quite on edge the poor dear. Blushes every time your name is mentioned, it is so obvious he is in love."

At the mention of Ceddy Daphne in turn flushed brightly. "Oh Mama how can he be so sure. If Cedric sees beneath my gown he will no I'm not the Daphne he grew up with. When he sees the evidence I was once David he won't want me."

Beatrice took Daphne's hand in hers and leaning forward kissed her on the lips. "Darling he knows, he knew you were David at the time he read the poetry to you in the garden. He feels responsible for causing the accident."

"He knew I was David then? But Mama I'm not a girl I'm still a man. How could he love me knowing that?"

"Oh David. She stopped raising her fingers to her mouth. "I'm sorry darling I just forgot. Now Daphne, Ceddy has been in love with you first met when he was eleven and you thirteen. He has never given up his love despite your attitude towards him."

"Goodness Mama I was so dreadful to him. It was terrible having those milksop making eyes at me in front of all my friends. They would have laughed me out of society if I hadn't treated him that way. Are you saying despite all that, he still loves me?"

"I know he does darling, he wants to see you. I asked Marriot to prepare lunch for you in the Summerhouse tomorrow. It will give you a chance to be alone and talk about the future."

"Oh Mama it is so soon, are you sure I'm ready?"

She took Daphne in her arms, holding her tightly to her breast. "I'm sure you are my darling, I'm certain of it."

Daphne looked shyly at her mother. "Mama is it all right to talk about my feelings."

"Feelings my love, what do you mean?'

Still blushing Daphne described what had happened with Megan and the wonderful sensation it had given her.

"Will that happen with Cedric Mama. If he puts his finger up my bottom?"

Beatrice managed to smother the giggle that began deep within her. It was then she realized the tremendous change that had occurred with her son, her naiveté was truly enchanting. "No darling not his finger, it's usual for any male to use his organ."

"Organ Mama?" Then comprehension dawned, "oh goodness, you mean?"

"Yes Daphne I mean exactly that."

"Oh it is so large, I 'm not sure I'll able to."

"You will my darling and it will be wonderful. Though I must warn you that Cedric has problems with forward woman."

"I don't understand Mama what do you mean by forward?"

Beatrice began to explain of Cedric's predilection for demure submissive behaviour in the woman he loved. The slightest sign of promiscuity or wantonness would immediately result in his temporary impotence. So no matter how much desire Daphne felt, she would have to be very careful not to display any overt sexuality or desire.

 

 

Chapter Twenty Five.  Preparing

"Please Megan not so tight, you'll cut me in half."

"Come my Lady you want to have a narrow waist, you don't want Lord Cedric to think you've become fat do you?"

"Of course not Megan but must it be so tight?"

"Only a little to go Lady Daphne".

She pulled on the laces of the white satin corset; it was heavily stitched and boned. Trimmed with a ribbon bow and a deep band of lace. It was front fastened with hooks and eyes and a back lacing. The corset was high cut holding Daphne's breasts on a rounded platform exposing the top and nipples. It was also cut high at the rear to expose her two creamy skinned globes. Satisfied with her charge's shape Megan drew very fine cream silk stockings up each leg and fastened them to the six suspenders attached to the corset. Over them went a pair of cream silk french knickers trimmed with deep flounces of chantilly lace and satin ribbon.

"Don't these fasten together Megan?" Daphne said reaching down and holding the crotch of the knickers.

"No ma'am they're designed that way. I'm sure no-one will notice and if they do they won't mind."

Her dress was a Maggy Rouff, although the name meant little to Daphne, the maid explained she was a well-known London couturier. The gown was of cream silk, an afternoon dress of a more relaxed style. It had a fitted bodice with a deep waistband. Three quarter length sleeves were gathered into narrow satin cuffs matching the asymmetric trimming on the bodice and flared skirt. Beneath it Daphne wore a satin blouse of the palest blue. She raised her feet to allow Megan to slide on the cream silk shoes with high vamps and stacked heels.

The latest fashion was a matte skin, and Megan applied just enough of Mme LeClaire's Papier Poudre to remove any shine. A dusting with a dark pink powder to heighten her cheekbones, a dark pink salve to brighten her lips and her upper lids received a blue powder exactly matching her eyes. Daphne never knew whether Megan had some secret means of signaling his mother, but within minutes of him being dressed Lady Beatrice entered the room.

"Come my dear, sit in front of the mirror. Megan did a wonderful job on your face. However I'd like to add just a little more color before Cedric arrives."

Daphne turned and took Beatrice in her arms, holding her tightly she kissed her on the lips. A kiss that Beatrice would treasure for the rest of her life, the loving kiss of a daughter to her mother. It took only a few minutes to touch up the lipstick and powder. The emotion of the morning had brightened Daphne's eyes and given a very pretty blush to her complexion making her more beautiful than ever.

Beatrice was explaining to Daphne that she and Lady Claire would be traveling to London and would return tomorrow, so she and Cedric would have time to explore their feelings alone. Her mother did not add that she was taking Lady Claire to a specialist to have her breasts and other intimate area pierced. This she hoped would allow her to feel the same sensuous pleasure she enjoyed from her own piercing.

Taking her mother's hand Daphne appeared to have more spring in her step as they walked towards the drawing room where Cedric and his mother waited.

Like her mother Lady Claire wore a traveling costume, in pale green heavy silk, it had a short bolero jacket with side button fastening and fitted inset sleeves with turn back cuffs. The princess-line skirt was cut all in one with the bodice. With her white silk-gloved hands she was adjusting a natural straw hat with a wide brim. The small shallow crown covered with tiny silk flowers.

Standing beside her, a rather anxious look on his face was Cedric. This morning his clothing was less flamboyant than usual. It was almost casual, a peach silk blouse with wide Bertha collar trimmed with six inches of dove gray honiton lace. It was open at the neck exposing his long feminine throat and the beginning of the cleavage of his small high breasts. The sleeves were long and full fastening at the wrists with four buttoned cuffs with rounded pearl buttons. The long lace frills attached to the cuffs almost enveloped his whole hand together with his long slender feminine fingers.

The calf length satin breeches were in dove gray matching the lace of his blouse. They were not cut of the stiffer Duchesse satin he normally wore, but of bias cut satin. This fluid, supple material draping itself about his body like a second skin. The breeches fitted tightly about his small and obviously corsetted waist, his rounded bottom swelling the breeches invitingly before they flared softly to pleat about his legs. Beneath them were pale peach silk stockings and satin court shoes with a four-inch high louis heels.

Lord Cedric was unaware of Daphne's presence and was speaking plaintively to his mother. "Mama, Doris insisted you told her I must wear this suit. I don't like this one Mama, it shows everything. Please may I change it?"

"Of course Ceddy dear if there's time. " She turned noticing Daphne's arrival.

"It's too late Ceddy, Daphne is here, you'll have to wear them today I'm afraid. Just think pretty thoughts darling, and no-one will notice."

Lady Claire took Daphne's hands in hers. "My goodness Daphne dear, how beautiful you look. You really do your mother proud."

She looked at Lady Beatrice, "how absolutely gorgeous she looks Beatrice. You know I dislike superlatives, but Daphne deserves all of them, she is quite ravishing."

There were tears in Beatrice's eyes as she took Daphne in her arms.

"Oh darling I'm so proud of you, I've never seen any one so beautiful. I wish I could spend the whole day with you, but Claire and I must travel to London today. We should have been long departed, but I had to wait and see you this morning. Dear Cedric wants to entertain you today, he has prepared the Summer House for lunch and while we are away I'm certain he will look after you."

 

 

Chapter Twenty Six.  A Dalliance

Lady Claire broke in, "we must depart Bea, they'll only hold the train for so long." She turned to her son, "Ceddy aren't you going to greet your companion?"

Poor Cedric thought Daphne as the crimson faced youth stepped towards her and took her in his arms. The source of his embarrassment was very plain, the most prodigious erection tented his breeches, and try as he might there was nothing he could do to hide it. Goodness she thought, he is excited and all this before he has even kissed me. It was obvious he was very aware of his condition as he tried to stand towards one side to avoid pushing the erection against her body. Daphne was tempted to draw him to her body, but felt that would be a too cruel act in front of both their mothers.

A few moments later they bid their respective parents' farewell, Cedric gallantly took her arm for the walk to the Summer house. The Summer house Cedric explained had been built by his Grandfather as a quiet Gazebo where he could relax out of sight of the household. It was rumored it had been the scene of many dalliances between the late Earl and a number of well known beauties

To her surprise Daphne actually found herself enjoying Cedric's conversation, his gossipy stories of court life and fashion; previously they had been annoying, inane chatter so much so she had screamed at him to be quiet. Today Daphne found them drolly amusing and sent they her into little giggles.

The flagstone path wound between tall larches and leafy oaks, a young deer could be seen flitting between the trees. The walk induced a feeling of peace Daphne felt quite romantic. Cedric had relaxed somewhat, the flush had gone from his face, and he met her eyes when as they spoke. The tenting of his breeches however remained undiminished; she had glanced surreptitiously at the engine several times waiting for it to subside. Remembering her own experiences in the past she had expected it by now to begin loosing its total rigidity and begin wobbling slightly as he walked. It said something for his desire, that he retained the rock like hardness. For beneath the satin it thrust forward from his body like the bowsprit of a lively schooner.

She couldn't help a little shudder, the thought of having this in her. Unlike his friends in the Hellfire Club she had never employed sodomy, finding that their moist slit gave pleasure enough. She had avoided penetration of her own body, standing up to the bullies at Eton or Rugby. What would it feel like to have this fleshy spear thrusting into her body through a passage she'd never used for sexual pleasure? Cedric must have felt the shudder for he stopped and turned to her.

"Are you all right Daphne dearest?"

For a moment se considered speaking her thoughts aloud, but stopped. This was not the right moment. Instead she squeezed his arm and said, "I'm so enjoying being with you Cedric." They might not have been words of endearment but they brought the widest smile to his lips.

Around the curve in the path the Summer house stood before them, it was constructed of sandstone in a soft gold color; a delicate feminine appearing building set on the shores of small lake. In front of them were a half dozen graceful white swans serenely moving across the mirror like waters and in the distance there was a slap and splash of a trout jumping.

Daphne gave a little gasp. "Oh Cedric it's beautiful" and before she stop herself, "it's so romantic, the perfect place for lovers."

Inside were two rooms both looking out onto the lake. In the first, a Drawing room stood a Hepplewhite table with a cold collation lunch prepared. Already poured were two glasses of champagne still dewy, indicating they had been poured only moments before by a recently departed member of the household.

"How lovely it all looks Cedric, thank you for bringing me here."

The walk through the woods had increased Daphne's ardor; a series of sensuous feelings had accumulated in her body. She had been acutely aware of the tight constriction of the corset, today the slight breathlessness it induced, created passions she had never felt before. The slipperiness of her silk stockings rubbing her silk pantalets against her skirt had made each step quite exquisite. Between her legs there was an intense longing to encounter what lay beneath the tented satin of Cedric's breeches. Her earlier fears had disappeared as her libido had increased; now she wanted to experience more of the intense feelings, only hinted at by Megan's finger.

Beneath Daphne's delicate femininity, masculine impatience still existed. She knew she would have to appear submissive. However Cedric's shyness and lack of aggression, while very endearing would result in the rest of the day being spent holding hands and little other action, while she was impatient to experience those pleasures that existed beneath the satin breeches.

She would need to be cautious, to build his confidence as a lover, it was important that he should feel he was the aggressor in their relationship. Both Lady Claire and his mother had stressed his attraction for Daphne was her naiveté, and demureness. Under these circumstances, Daphne decided it was time to use her feminine whiles.

Holding his fingers lightly between hers, Daphne dropped to her knees in a perfect curtsey. "Oh thank you my Lord Cedric, thank you for bringing me to such a perfect place. It is so wonderful, my I feel quite overcome."

At once his arms were about her lifting her gently to her feet. Daphne let her body relax, sagging slightly, immediately his arms were tightly about her holding her tightly. Her eyelids fluttering she lifted her eyes looking into his, only inches apart. Her voice was quiet, just a slightly tremulous, her lips were so inviting. Daphne was the picture of vulnerability.

"Thank you Cedric, I feel fine now. I'm not sure what happened to me."

No one could have resisted the sight of a fragile woman accepting the help of a protective male. David had had this practiced on him many a time and even at his most cynical would not have been able to resist it.

To Cedric the sight of those warm-inviting lips, so close to his was irresistible and he bent further to take advantage of them. Their bodies pressed and became one, eventually they had to draw apart for air. Daphne's color had returned, and by now Cedric felt in control of their relationship.

"May I have a drink Cedric dearest."

"Of course Daphne dearest." He said collecting two glasses of champagne, as they raised them to drink, Daphne stumbled slightly, jogging his arms and spilling the contents of two glasses down the front of her dress and Cedric's breeches. Her hand flew to her mouth.

"Oh how clumsy of me, your trousers are saturated. I'm so sorry Cedric you must think me such a silly goose."

"Of course I don't Daphne dearest, it was an unfortunate accident but your own gown is soaked. You must remove it otherwise you'll catch a chill."

"Is there anything I can wear?"

Cedric's faced reddened, "I'm afraid not I asked Doris to clear everything out and return it to the mansion. I suppose we will have to return."

"I'm so disappointed, I wanted to be here for the rest of the day, it's so peaceful and we are all alone at last." Said Daphne, the sadness evident in her voice.

"I suppose we could take these off and let them dry." Said Cedric, his face flushing crimson with embarrassment.

"Oh Ceddy, that sound such fun." Said Daphne shyly smiling and casting her eyes down demurely, "but I don't want you to think I'm forward. I'm not a girl that's prepared to take her clothes for just anyone."

He almost recoiled at the thought. "Oh Daphne of course I don't. If you are uncomfortable I'll run back to the Mansion and get Megan to bring more clothes down."

"Dearest Ceddy would you do that?"

She watched him try and hide his disappointment before saying, "No Ceddy

I wouldn't want you to do that. I think we should stay here, just as you suggested. "

Daphne turned her back towards him. "Would you please unbutton my gown?"

She could feel his fingers clumsily fumble at the buttons. Luckily, she thought, I chose the one with only half a dozen buttons otherwise, we'd be here all day. At last they were free and she let the silk gown slide from her shoulders and collapse into a shimmering pool at her feet. Daphne stepped clear and now stood clad only in her corset and silk stockings. The diaphanous silk pantalets concealed absolutely nothing but gave a pink sheen to her shapely limbs. Ceddy's eyes dropped hungrily to her groin, his look turned to disappointment at the smooth feminine mound, beneath the clinging wet satin his member began to droop.

"I thought that y.."

Daphne swiftly dropped her pantalets and removed the tight flesh colored elastic band that had concealed her genitals; the sight of Daphne's now erect clitoris was enough for Lord Cedric to recover his aplomb.

"Oh Daphne for a moment I thought everything had gone."

"No you silly, but I can't have everyone seeing I'm not a girl. It would not be good for our reputation. Now hold still while I unbutton your trousers."

Daphne gave a sigh of relief; the difficult part was past. For even Doctor Bruce had been uncertain how Cedric would react to Daphne's penis, she knew Cedric had wanted Daphne to remain a male in this area. She had been worried that the sight of it on the feminine body may have been too confronting and they had decided that concealing at least at the start would be the best option.

Daphne had been aware that beneath the satin Cedric was somewhat larger than normal but even forewarned the sight of his naked member was astonishing. David had known he was average in size, and had envied several of his friends for their more prodigious organs. The sight of them was gained during sessions at the numerous whorehouses, he and his friends had frequented, and he had been struck by how ugly they had been. Rearing from matted pubic hair, the shaft was usually ropy with throbbing veins, an angry empurpled shaft with no beauty about it. An object few wanted to look at, and was usually buried quickly in an orifice, vaginal, oral, or anal.

Cedric's on the other hand was quite beautiful, it was in one sense quite feminine looking, a smooth shaft that appeared to be fashioned from the finest of Italian marble, so delicate was it's coloring. It began at the base with Cedric's natural skin color, peaches and cream, and gradually deepening into a pinkish hue. It was as though he had blushed as along the entire eight inches of it's length the color deepened until the flared head deepened to a deep pink.

Daphne had never seen anything quite as beautiful, as it emerged from his rounded hairless groin. At the base hanging heavily was his flesh colored sac; taut with the swollen fluid filled testes. Strangely, Daphne felt no jealous pangs or regrets at being confronted with her own loss.

The conundrum of the masculine functionality of the engine and its environment was ironic. It emerged from femininely rounded thighs, surrounded by the satin and lace of Cedric's corset, and framed on either side by lacy suspenders and silk stockings, it was at once alien and yet perfect. Daphne gazed at sight in a mixture of wonder and desire. It was so beautiful and she wanted to be joined to it. She hoped these were her own feelings and not the workings of Doctor Bruce. However the fierce desires raging through her, said who cares, just take what you want.

Cedric's shyness and reserve seemed to have disappeared with his clothing. He touched her clitoris with his slender fingers, lightly caressed the tip. She knew it had shrunk slightly over the past weeks. However that was finished according to Doctor Bruce, and she would remain at the five inches of Megan's last measurement. It was nowhere as large as Cedric's but its sensitivity remained, the response to Cedric's soft touch was enough to send the most delicious shiver through her body.

They drew together, Ceddy's lips sought her breasts, which lay like two ripe peaches supported on the on the platform of her corset. His teeth touched the rosy nipples, sending a wave of pure pleasure to swamp her body. Again Daphne wondered for just a moment much was due to her own natural feeling and how much was the result of Elsa Bruce's subtle conditioning. As another surged through her body with enough force to draw a gasp and make that her clitoris ooze a trace of moisture she decided she didn't care.

Now Daphne wanted her turn at those perfect little globes of Ceddy's breasts, she teased the nipples first with her tongue, swirling each about, teasing each with just the faintest trace of moisture. His cries of ecstatic delight urged her on, taking each confection between her teeth and nipping it. The squeals of delight at the exquisite pain were enough to make her continue. The desire was starting to become more than Daphne could stand. Glancing past the snowy cones of his breasts she could see the frog like mouth of his member begin oozing seminal moisture.

Their lips had now became a torrid battleground, tongues entering, squirming twisting finding ever increasing sensuous areas.

"Oh my Daffy, what have you done too me? I love you, I love you so much."

"I want you to Ceddy darling, more than I could ever have imagined."

They were seated their bodies entwined on the silk covered settee, Daphne's dainty fingers were circling Ceddy's member, her long nails softly scraping the crimsoned flared hood. The sensations flowing through his body making his body writhe trying to ease exquisite agony centered in his groin. Daphne moved across his legs until she was kneeling, her long graceful limbs either side of his legs. She faced him her eyes gazing into his; she drew from the side table an ivory jar and raised herself as he coated his quivering member with the scented ointment.

Ceddy had lost all his shyness now, and like Daphne he was a creature driven by the sensuous feelings flowing through their bodies. Their desires were surging like spring tides. Daphne leant forward her left arm about Ceddy's neck, her tongue pushing between his lips as her right hand directed his quivering member towards her most intimate part.

"Oh please be gentle my beloved, please be kind."

Daphne guided Ceddy's appendage between her legs, the blind eye thrusting against her, seeking an opening, any opening for relief. At last it found it's portal, the puckered tiny opening, which refused Daphne's wish to cooperate. Her bottom remained clenched; it sensed the size of the advancing invader and refused to lower the drawbridge.

Slowly ever so slowly she managed to relax. Moving her hips in a circle, her rosette allowed the member to advance and breach the castle gate. Ceddy was patient and gentle, and gradually entry was gained for the monster. It felt so massive and rigid, only the warmth and pulsing deep beneath the surface gave any indication that this was not an inanimate object. Then as if realizing the futility of resistance her rosette opened slightly and the head entered.

Daphne gasped. "NO, I can't, stop, STOP, you're too big."

It was too late; nothing would stop Ceddy's desires now. The flared head was beyond the first barrier, and the combination of Ceddy's blind thrusting and her own panic carried her through that exquisite welcoming pain. The object was no longer inanimate, still rigid but now it was a living being, a pulsing quivering lance all consuming and filling. Any sense of moderation, decorum, or demureness disappeared; all that mattered now was being fulfilled. Within her, the pain was real and deep, but it was so exquisite she wanted more and more.

Then like a switch had turned, the pain was gone, replaced by a needful desire to fill her whole body from beneath. She lowered her bottom letting that wonderful, wonderful shaft move deeper and deeper. She mirrored her action with her tongue thrusting towards Ceddy's throat as he moved deeper into her body. He was whimpering, soft "yes, oh yes. Please, please Daphne, more." These emerging in puppy like whimpers.

All at once Daphne felt such power. To at once receive such pleasure yet be able to control it at the same moment. Then the quivering head reached her prostate. It was as though a spark had set off the most tremendous explosive with her. So acute was her pleasure that she thought she would swoon. She raised herself, denying the continuation of that wonder. It was not time. Her own voice had joined Ceddy's, crying for more, wanting that wonderful delicious sensation.

The shaft was moving within her, filling, and drawing, as she'd rise to the top of that marvelous piston. Then continue on until it left her body, then the wonder as they rejoined and they swooped downwards. It was like being on the ultimate swing, rising to the top, then for a moment being still in space, before plunging down to begin once again, she never wanted it to end

With every swoop of the swing Daphne sought more and more of the ultimate pleasure. The piston would touch her love bud and each time she wanted it to stay to press harder and harder into the pleasure button. Once more she sank into his groin, feeling his eggs against her bottom. Fleetingly, wondering if he ever thought of those that were missing from her own body.

It was time; Daphne wanted all of him. She leaned back her body arching, driving the wonder deeper and deeper inside her.

"Hold me Ceddy Oh hold me my love."

He knew instantly what to do. Reaching down he gently placed two hands about her clitty, enclosing it firmly. Inside her Daphne could feel Ceddy begin, his member vibrating and pulsing like an express train thundering through a tunnel. The wondrous rumbling grew and grew into manic shriek that seized and engulfed her whole body. From a distance came Ceddy's voice.

"Oh my god, oh yes, yes, YES!"

The jet was both real and imaginary, bursting upwards, a hot warm jet of fluid flooding and filling her. Her pulsing anal muscles squeezing in spasms, dragging the last fluid drop of from him. Her own began in concert, and during it, the two precious parts she had lost were returned to her. Daphne could feel the fluid surge from her testes pumping then spraying forth in the most glorious and long lasting climax she had ever felt. It went on and on, forever flowing, as she squeezed and wriggled her bottom. Her ladylike demeanor vanished; she became wanton urging her mount to greater lengths, to give more and to plunge deeper. Finally it was over, and Daphne collapsed reluctantly upon Cedric's breast. Totally relaxed her body boneless. She was not tired, still feeling totally exhilarated, as she kissed and murmured sweet nothings in Ceddy's ear.

She looked down knowing that her fluids would have formed a great pool between them and was surprised to find none, except for a tiny white bubble that had oozed from the slit of her clitty. The wondrous pumping, the enormous climax she had had, was physic not physical. But it had been so totally real, the most wonderful and total orgasm ever experienced in her life. Not like the short orgasmic burst she'd experienced as David but one that went on and on till her whole being was totally spent. If this was meant to be her punishment it would be easy to accept.

 

 

Chapter Twenty Seven.  Suddenly Doubts

She gently eased herself from Ceddy, it was time to use the toilet. It felt so strange as she knew she'd never be able to return to her previous thoughts or actions. She might still be a male but her mind if not her body had changed irreparably. As she walked to towards the bathroom Ceddy's fluids surged within her. Before they'd consummated that wonderful act she knew she would have been filled with a horror of the thought of any man's sperm within her body. Now it seemed the most natural act in the world.

It took Daphne only a short time to recover, though much of her feelings and sense of orgasmic pleasure was male centric the pleasure sensations foaming through her body were more feminine. No sooner had the aftershock of her orgasm begun to subside than the hunger for another became all consuming. She wanted to leap upon Cedric and overwhelm the wanton raging sexual tides within her.

His reaction to her sexual advances was unexpected instead of passion Ceddy felt threatened and fear from her overt sexuality. that she must return to her image of demureness, to become a sweet submissive shy innocent. Daphne sensed in that moment that Cedric wanted as his romantic ideal someone he could lead and control Daphne in this form was a counterpoint to his mother too be otherwise than shy and submissive was too threatening, too incestuous.

Now the significance of his mother's remarks struck home, "not all pleasure Daphne, the more you want the harder it will become. Your gratification means submission, only then will you receive pleasure. I'm sure you will find it difficult my darling." It was her arch smile and her lip curled in cynicism, that sent unease through her mind. A distinct feeling that she had not forgiven her, that punishment was not at an end.

It was at this point that Daphne understood the subtleties of her sexual prison. Megan's probing finger had introduced the delights of what might lie ahead then Ceddy had awakened feelings she had never even imagined in her wildest dreams. He had carried her to heights of pleasure so overwhelming that she wanted more and ever more. However the control of that pleasure palace, that Aladdin's cave of sexual gratification was not in her hands. Only the shy reserved Daphne who placed her lovers feelings before her own could gain access to that organ of pleasure. Only by appearing not to want it could she receive her reward.

The dichotomy of pleasure and punishment emerged. Ceddy acceptance and love was based on the demure, shy and reserved Daphne. The Daphne that blushingly accepted the needs of her master. To obtain more of those wonderful feelings and sensations she had to subsume her needs. Everything had appeared too easy, this morning. She had thought her punishment complete now it was obvious that it had only just begun.

Hiding what she truly felt beneath the shyest of smiles she turned to Cedric and blushingly kissed his lips saying. "Thank you Ceddy that was really wonderful.

 

 

Chapter Twenty Eight.  A Wonderful Surprise

The return of Lady Beatrice and Lady Claire the following day brought another turn of events. They had decided their earlier plan was now ready to be carried through.

"After speaking to Elsa last night it was obvious that every thing turned exactly as she thought it would. Daphne returned last looking like a kitten that had tasted some of the cream. However I think she knows by now that she is allowed only small saucer at a time" Said Claire.

"She most likely did. Ceddy looked ready to burst yesterday morning." Replied Lady Beatrice with a giggle.

"Really Bea, you can be common. But I know you're right."

"Now the rest of the plan and the child, you are sure this is right and you want to go ahead?"

"I'm quite certain Bea, there will no-one to carry forward the family name. I couldn't bear to force poor Ceddy into a marriage he didn't want. Even if I did so there is the distinct possibility that no child would come of it. Elsa is adamant that my son would find it very difficult to couple with a woman. This way is not perfect but the line is right. You seem quite certain."

"Only because like you my dear I can't think of a better alternative. After all Susan is the product of the old Earl of Dorincourt, her mother was one of the gentry. Therefore, while the breeding is not impeccable, she is far from being a milkmaid's daughter. On the other hand there's my son contribution and it is time he was reminded of it."

"Well they will certainly not be expecting this. I know Ceddy will adore the thought of having a child, but what about Daphne? " Said Lady Claire.

"I'm almost certain that she'll be horrified, imagine being confronted for the rest of your life with the reason for your emasculation. First the image of Daphne then the fruits of the loom. Daphne is all I hoped for; it is almost as though David no longer exists. The act of becoming a fulfilling mother would be redemption for my former son. "Said Lady Beatrice. " A month ago I know I would have to put him into a straitjacket despite all the drugs Elsa has used on him. However seeing Daphne walk off with Ceddy yesterday I think I might be surprised. What about Cedric, it does impose a large burden on him?"

"Oh Ceddy will love it, he is really fond of children. To have a child that he could call his own would make him very happy. I'm certain Daphne would feel she was unwise not to make him happy."

Lady Daphne was really being a proper pain thought Megan as she held up dress after dress for her Ladyship's approval. She'd never worried before, anything that Megan had pulled from the wardrobe would have do, but not this morning.

"No I think the pink, Megan. I liked that best."

"Yes ma'am, it will look lovely."

"Will this corset do, or should I change?"

"The one you are wearing was designed for the dress ma'am."

"Well come along then I don't want to be late for Mummy and Aunt Claire. They said there was something important to discuss.

Whatever Lord Cedric had done to her Ladyship in the Summer house (and Megan was certain she knew what had happened) it had changed her into a proper little minx. She wanted to look her prettiest, and all her clothing had to be perfect. Any sign of Lord David had disappeared yesterday.

Megan eased Lady Daphne into the afternoon dress. It was probably a little too formal for this time of the day but she would look very beautiful in it. Of pink silk satin, with a princess-line fitted bodice and narrow skirt. The yoke was to the under bust and lace in-filled to give a high neck .The elbow length sleeves were horizontally tucked and beneath these were under-sleeves matching the neck in-fill. Beneath her skirt Daphne wore high-buttoned boots of matching satin with two inch louis heels.

They'd agreed they would not be demonstrative whenever they were not alone, but the entry of Ceddy even though his mother accompanied him sent shivers of excitement down her spine. He looked as pretty as a picture this morning, in a navy blue satin suit, pink blouse frilled with cream lace. She was pleased to see the breeches begin to tent the moment he saw her.

Lady Beatrice signaled with her hand for Daphne to sit beside Cedric on the silk covered settee, while she and Lady Claire sat opposite.

"Oh my dears you look so happy together. From what Ceddy tells me you had quite a day together."

Despite herself Daphne could feel the warmest flush in her cheeks and she knew it was quickly spreading down her shoulders and breasts. Even through lowered eyes she could see exactly the same thing occurring to Ceddy sitting next to her.

"There is no need to answer I can see that it is true." Said Lady Claire.

As Lady Beatrice began to tell them of the proposal Daphne felt she had been dragged into a dark dungeon it took less than a moment to know that this was no spur of the moment decision. It would have been in her Mother's mind ever since the kidnapping. Daphne had suspected that her mother's forgiveness had been too easy. Now she wondered when would this end, feminization her castration, the submission for pleasure and now to become a mother.

"We know it is impossible for the two of you to have children, and to adopt once always leave the inheritance open to some questions. You do see that Ceddy?"

"Of course Mama this has come as an enormous surprise. "

Lady Claire took his hand in hers. "I hope you like it my darling?" He looked adoringly into his mother's eyes; his were filled with love and tears of happiness.

"Oh Dearest this is the most wonderful gift I, we, could have ever have received ". He turned to Daphne, releasing his mother's hand and taking hers in his said breathlessly.

"What a wonderful surprise, oh I'm so happy my darling, isn't it so wonderful? To have our own little baby. I can't believe we could be so lucky."

Daphne's answer was a series of sobs. She clutched herself to Cedric's breasts trying to hide the absolute horror and frustration he felt. Cedric was overcome, mistaking her grief for sobs of happiness. "Oh Daphne, it will be all right. I know my darling it is so wonderful."

Lady Beatrice knew how Daphne felt and asked Lady Beatrice and Cedric whether they could be alone for a few minutes.

"We'll wait in the next room," said Lady Claire.

 

 

Chapter Twenty Nine.  Becoming a Mother

"Mother you can't do this to me mama. It is too bizarre for words, I can't be a mother."
" Darling you can't be a father. This is your child my dear, and it is time for you to take responsibility for all those terrible things you have done."

"I won't do it mother, I'm not prepared to take anymore, I can't, I can't."

This time Daphne's words were heartfelt, no longer of anger and frustration. This time they were of fear, a dreadful sense of knowing that she had little control of her future. "Please you can't do this to me. Please let me go I'll go overseas, to Canada or Australia anywhere. Elsa Bruce can operate again, change me back." Her eyes implored, the tears flowing freely.

"I'm sorry Daphne the answer is no!"

Beatrice had learned that it was now possible to be quite firm with Daphne. Since the operation the tirade of anger she had experienced all her life with David had disappeared, she could now reason with Daphne and on occasions when she so wished could even bully her. More than two things had disappeared under Doctor Bruce's knife, together with his fleshy parts had gone his courage and the enormous risks he had been prepared to take. Now there was a sense of fear in her voice, the worry of having to experience the unknown.

"Mama you must, oh please you must. I'll never be a man again, but I could live somewhere. I'd never trouble anyone again. Change my name live anywhere but in England. Oh please mother let me go."

"Darling, you're Daphne now and nothing will change that. Elsa could make some changes but you wouldn't look anything like you used to. At best a Nancy boy, one of those poor creatures that you and your friends use to make fun of. No my dear David is in the past. I won't even contemplate you trying to overturn some of it.

Claire wants her son to be happy, and so do I. I'll never forget what you have done to all those people, to Susan and Daphne. In time maybe I'll forgive you but that will take a long time. In the meantime your duty is to make Cedric happy, that may prove your redemption. If you don’t Claire and I have decided to let Elsa Bruce carry out further modifications. She says she can make into a happy, charming, smiling girl. Always wanting to please, willing to do anything to please Cedric. You would be aware but would have no control over your mind or actions."

Beatrice squeezed her son's hands. Trying to comfort him, stop the tears.

"I know, you will see sense, I don't want you to become a mindless child but that’s what you'd be reduced to. A wife and mother is a very good alternative darling and I'm sure you will accept your new role. Come along clear up those eyes, it is time to be a loving mother. After all that is what Ceddy wants."

For the first time Daphne realized that the walls about her were closing in. She had never accepted until now, that there would not be a way out. In the past money, threats, charm or a combination of all three would open doors and let David escape the consequences. Now the control over Daphne's world had been taken over by his mother there seemed to be no way out. For the moment at least he'd have to accept the her demands. The alternative of a further modification by Elsa Bruce was too terrible to contemplate.

Daphne huddled closer to her mother her spirit crushed, the sobs gradually diminishing as she said weakly.

"I'll try Mama, I'll will really try."

Beatrice accepted Daphne's response with skepticism; it was unlikely Daphne had finally turned over a new leaf. More likely she'd wait till later and make a new bid for freedom, but Beatrice was confident she held the upper hand. There was much Daphne was terribly afraid of, and now Beatrice was quite prepared to use any of her new found fears against her. Her new relationship with Claire, meant Cedric's happiness had a high priority. She didn't want Claire, who was so protective of her son to become unhappy through Daphne's actions. Maybe she was being too pessimistic, David may have already been buried deep enough to stop him ever emerging again.

Now it was time to rejoin Cedric and Claire. Beatrice using a silk handkerchief helped Daphne clear her tears and then seating herself before her repaired the makeup.

The door opened and Cedric ran to Daphne, taking her in his arms.

She smiled. "I'm sorry Cedric, what a silly goose I was making all that fuss. I never knew you wanted a child so much. Dear Ceddy if it will make you happy, I would love to accept the child as our own. Mama assures me that the baby is well bred, and is likely to be a perfect child." Daphne turned to her mother a perplexed look on her face. "Mama how would I feed it?"

" You would not be expected to Daphne, after Susan gives birth, she will continue to mother the child. Every one would believe she was a wet nurse. Once the child is beyond nursing Susan would continue to be it's Nanny. I think it is time to show that you really are the mother. From now on, all the time you are out of your suite you will have to appear pregnant. As there only a few weeks to go this should not be too difficult.

Claire I think it would be sensible if Daphne appeared in the village. She could visit the two girls who were injured by her carriage. If you agree Claire we can escort her to the village several times, suitably padded of course. Then she can disappear for a week while the birth occurs and then emerge as a new mother "

The sigh of relief that Daphne gave was almost audible, she wouldn't be expected to nurse and mother the child.

The "pregnancy" for Daphne was mercifully short, only involving two trips to the village to talk to the two wretched mothers who spent their time, bobbing and scraping to her as she expressed her sorrow for the accident. The worse part was having to kiss and hug each child. To her great relief the children were far cleaner and better dressed than she'd expected and Daphne had managed to leave without feeling the need for a bath immediately. The wearing of the padding had not improved her temperament but with Cedric's help she'd managed to escape before the image of Daphne as the gentle angel was tarnished by an ill timed explosion of bad manners.

 

 

Chapter Thirty.  The Joys of Motherhood

Christopher their son was a beautiful boy. Now two months later Daphne accepted finally that. At birth, Daphne thought he looked little better than a red faced shriveled monkey and if it had been her choice he'd have been thrown back. Now as his real mother, Susan brought him into the room, his beauty was obvious. He was dressed in the most beautiful gown of silk and lace, showing his delicate skin and the prettiest blue eyes.

The bonnet had been removed from his head to show off a thick cap of blonde hair covering his head. Susan held him out to her, and Daphne trying to hide her reluctance took him in her arms. Christopher smiled at her, a milky gurgle coming from two pink lips that had obviously only recently been about his mother's abundant breasts.

"Oh ma'am he looks so like you, the same eyes and hair. He is such a pretty baby, you must be so proud." Daphne looked for the bitterness in her eyes, or the irony in her voice, but there was none. Daphne envied Susan's ability to accept her dual role, of mother and surrogate nurse. Daphne had thought she'd try and extract some form of revenge from her rape, but she made it clear that she had forgiven any past transgression and just wanted to live as the mother of her child. If only it were possible to feel the same way. Every day she had to hide the hate and bitterness of her captivity. The need to keep smiling, to be polite and submissive, her mother's punishment was a living purgatory.

Susan was correct though; Christopher was the image of Daphne. Nothing of his mother's dark sensuous looks had been passed to the boy. Susan's raven black hair, her dark brown liquid eyes, and olive skin had been submerged beneath the blondeness, white porcelain skin and blue eyes. If there had been any question as to whose baby it was, Daphne would be a clear winner.

Daphne was anxious to hand Christopher back, she really didn't feel comfortable with babies, even one as pretty as this. They were always doing something unexpected. Like vomiting, wetting themselves or worse, all without warning. Daphne didn't mind looking at them, but touching and holding was another matter.

"Oh no ma'am, it's all right, he likes you holding him, look he's really enjoying it."

Daphne was caught in a dilemma, Ceddy loved holding and playing with the child. He'd spend hours playing with Christopher, making all sorts of stupid sounds and listening to his gurgling. Saying, "listen he is calling me Dada. Oh Daphne he's talking already."

What made him even happier was watching Daphne play with him. His love making after watching her holding and being loving to Christopher was enough to take her out of this world. It had been enough to almost make her accept the sexual world she'd been forced into. He'd taken her through orgasm after orgasm till she'd swooned with the pleasure. If she could always have those wonderful experiences she'd have accepted Daphne for life.

Then one evening Christopher had been sick all over her new gown, she'd been so annoyed she'd thrust Christopher into Susan's arms and demanded she take him out of her sight. Ceddy had been so upset with her actions, that there'd been no sexual play for more than a week. The build up of frustration and tenseness in her body had been terrible. She'd been driven to rubbing her self against furniture, trying to find relief and even thrust her finger deep into her bottom trying to find the pleasure button but nothing worked. It was only following a return to being the submissive Daphne and a loving mother that brought Ceddy's wonderful organ back to life and the pleasure once more into her bottom.

Therefore, she held the baby longer knowing that if Ceddy saw her being a sweet loving mother a wonderful night of lovemaking would follow. If he arrived too late to see the child in her arms, at least she knew word would get back to him. She knew Susan gave Lady Claire a daily report of what happened in the nursery. In turn Ceddy would learn that Lady Daphne had spent more than an hour playing with her adorable baby Christopher, and in turn Daphne would receive her reward.

 

 

Chapter Thirty One.  The Happiest Day

Three months had past as Daphne prepared for the big day, this was to be her marriage, the happiest day of her life. Like most of her life these days she had little control of what took place. Servants, gardeners everyone in the household seemed to have more freedom than she. The arrival of the new child had forced her into the ultimate feminine role, a mother, and now she was about to become a wife, Cedric's chattel. Little was left of her former life every day another piece was taken away and nothing seemed to fill the gap.

It was almost time to change; it was going to be a small wedding, the accepted practice for a second marriage. By rights, the mourning period was shorter than normal, but they had been given permission by Queen Alexandra. After all just before her father's death Daphne had been about to take up a role as one of the Queen's chambermaids. A position only given to those of impeccable social credentials but her father's death had put paid to that. However with this and the Queen's liking for Cedric permission had been given for the wedding to proceed six months early.

"My Lady it is time to dress." Said Megan as she entered the room.

She allowed Megan to slide the cream silk negligee from her shoulders. Violet picked up the gown from the bed as stood in a satin corset heavily stitched and boned. It was trimmed with ribbon bow and a deep band of lace beneath the bust. Megan checked the back lacing, decided that another half inch was possible and pulled them even tighter. Over went a taffeta petticoat; sleeveless with low neckline trimmed with ribbon and lace to match the scalloped hemline.

The gown was cream silk satin, it would be inappropriate to wear white but Beatrice considered cream to be in good taste. It was heavily decorated with the lightest shade of heavy boldly patterned lace around the Vee shaped neckline from shoulder to elbow of the fitted sleeves. The same lace continued in swags and bands circling the hem and long train; the pleated cummerbund; the pintucked chiffon infill and the high stand collar, itself edged with lace.

Violet attached a diamond and sapphire tiara, the blue of the stones exactly matching the color of her eyes. She fastened a cream full-length veil and Lady Daphne was dressed for her wedding. Megan was carrying out the final touched to Lady Daphne's makeup as Lady Beatrice entered.

"Oh my goodness Daphne, you look positively beautiful." A touch of moisture appearing in the corner of her eye. Lady Beatrice looked very elegant. There were to be no bridesmaids, the only attendants were to be Lady Claire and Lady Beatrice for the short simple ceremony. Beatrice had chosen a cream silk Drecoll; it was similar in style to Daphne's own gown a reflection of it rather than a match. A deep cream silk afternoon dress with fitted undersleeves; three quarter length pleated oversleeves cape effect with frilled edges caught into a wide cummerbund. The hem of the flared skirt banded with ribbon and braid and tipped with rosettes.

They kissed politely with little passion; Daphne and her mother were closer than they had been three months ago. Whilst more accepting of her fate, she still felt were resentful of the lack of control she had over her life. Her happiness or at the very least the sexual pleasure she avidly sought was totally in the control of others. To obtain it meant acting and maintaining a façade, the role of an obedient and submissive lover and an adoring and loving mother. None of which was suited to Daphne's true spirit, and the person responsible for these circumstances had been his mother.

"You look happy today dear?"

"Only on the outside Mama, but I will do my best to be a dutiful wife."

"Oh darling I thought you'd put all the bitterness behind you. You'll never find happiness unless you do."

" It is difficult Mama, when you remember you were once a man with all the freedom to do what you wanted. I try to accept, Mama but it doesn't disappear just like that. I have to love Ceddy if I want to remain sane, and I have to be a good mother to do that. Mama it doesn't mean I have to like it, I'm too afraid to do anything else."

Beatrice drew Daphne into her arms. Held her tight and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "I want you to be happy my darling, it was all for the best and one day you understand that. Just accept that we all love Daphne."

There were tears of frustration in Daphne's eyes. "I do Mama, I really understand, but David hasn't completely gone away."

Daphne saw a glint of malevolence in Lay Beatrice's eye. "I know he hasn't dear, but until he does you'll never have your freedom. Now let us hurry we don't want to be too late for your big day."

The wedding was to be in the Dorincourt Chapel, not far from the Summer house, though there would only be twenty in the Chapel itself, the whole village was in attendance outside. Two snow-white mares pulled the Landau especially chosen for the occasion. Their harness gleaming beneath the white roses decorating both horses and carriage. Sir John Barnett who was to give her away and Daphne waved to the hundred or more villagers and friends waiting to see the beautiful bride as she arrived. They alighted to a cheering crowd and as they entered, the organ rang out with Handel's Wedding March.

At the end of the aisle she could see her soon to be husband. Today he wore a cream satin suit of Eton jacket and calf length trousers. The jacket sleeves were close fitting elbow length allowing the full sleeves of the pale blue silk blouse balloon before they were caught tightly at the wrists by pearl buttoned cuffs. From the cuffs flowed lace frill of the softest and most intricately woven cream brussels lace. Long and full were the frills to completely envelop his hands and fingers any use of his hands meant an effeminate wrist flick or the dainty grasping through the enveloping lace.

The intricate lace of the high standing neck of the blouse accentuated the long slender neck and the exquisitely feminine face. So delicate were his features it was impossible to imagine this was anything other than a beautiful girl for some strange reasons masquerading in male dress. A jabot of lace cascaded like a creamy waterfall over small but high breasts, camouflaging yet emphasizing their presence. The satin jacket so perfectly cut that the eye was lead to the slender waist, too slender to be natural, but the result of tight corseting.

Satin trousers clung tightly to hips and a bottom firm yet so delightfully rounded, how could any male be do enchanting shaped? Beneath the satin were a bulge, definitely not female, but nothing like Daphne was used to seeing. Today he was wearing a restraint for the sensibilities of the women guests. The legs beneath the shimmering silk stockings were so feminine, rounded, and smooth. He stood so easily in the satin court shoes despite the slender four-inch louis heels.

He was the prettiest man Daphne had ever seen, far too beautiful to be male. As she completed her walk up the aisle she realized the incongruity of her circumstances. All his life David, her alter ego had humiliated and ridiculed any men that did not fit his masculine image. As she took her last steps the comprehension of her future life became clear, now she was under the control of the very creatures she'd tormented and tried to dishonor. The total irony did not escape her, Cedric was the ultimate sissy, and now she was totally dependent upon him for her new life and happiness.

She listened as the Minister, Wettering, intoned the ceremony wishing that she had the courage to cry out as he spoke those fateful words.

"If there is anyone who can give reason why this man and this woman should not be married let them speak now, or forever be quiet."

She wanted to scream.

"Yes I'm a man beneath this dress and I want to be free."

Instead she only heard the pounding of her heart, and felt the tears form in her eyes. As the veil was lifted she dutifully kissed the lips of her husband; his eyes showed concern at her tears.

"Oh my love you're crying."

"Just tears of happiness." She said trying to hide her sorrow.

 

The End.

 

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