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The Gilded Cage 2              by: Ann Browning

 

Synopsis.

Emily Richmond a very wealthy widow, knows she is near death. She is extremely concerned with the future of her eighteen-year old son Hilarie. Over the last three years his behavior has deteriorated and he has become uncontrollable. Emily teaches her estranged sister-in-law, Lady Miranda Fauntleroy, is a specialist in the treatment of uncontrollable males, and enlists her aid. Just prior to Emily’s death Hilarie is made a ward of his Aunt.

Taken to Lady Miranda’s mansion, Hilarie undergoes a program of discipline and feminization. He has spent the first weeks as an infant girl and has found the experience extremely uncomfortable. He refuses to accept his feminization and desperately wants to return to his life as a man. Tired of his refusal to accept a feminine role Lady Miranda has threatened him with a change of sex if he does not bow to her will. To impress upon him the need to change his foolish notions, Hilarie is to meet another boy who has undergone treatment at the hands of Doctor Buell.

 

 

BOOK TWO

Chapter One

It was a bright sunlit autumn day. The light already shimmering on the windows of a luxurious mansion bet back in large tree filled grounds in North Philadelphia. Within the household the staff were already preparing for a new day. On the top floor, a pretty woman dressed in the clothes of a French maid stood before a door. She paused before entering smoothing the skirt of the black silk taffeta dress over the many frilly petticoats. Satisfied at last that her dress was perfect, she opened the door to a bedroom suite and stepped inside.

Even in the curtained darkness it was obvious the room was richly decorated. Silken drapes covered the spacious walls, one door from the bedroom lead to a separate sitting room with an attached dressing room. A further door open showed an enormous marble bathroom. In the center of the bedroom stood a large four poster bed, the occupant still soundly asleep. The woman drew back the satin cover and reaching down touched the blonde hair,

"Come along sleepy Hilarie, its time to wake. Don’t forget you have some visitors today."

She drew back the curtains, until the sun was streaming through the windows.

"Have you been having naughty dreams?" said Miss Yvette.

The blonde haired occupant looked far too beautiful to be a boy, shamefacedly nodded his head turning his face away, not wanting to show the humiliation he felt. She helped him from the bed immediately the evidence of his nocturnal emissions was very clear in the two dry whitish stains covered the front of his gown. The need for her help was clear, each hand being held in a deep pocket just below his chest, kept there by a satin ribbon bound about each wrist. Miss Yvette freed his hand from the sleeves of the gown especially fashioned to prevent him reaching his "joystick."

Miss Yvette helped him to the bathroom. It had already been drawn, and he stepped quickly into the sweetly perfumed water. Accepting the instruction from Miss Yvette to lie there and relax. "We want you looking your prettiest today. These are your first visitors and they’ll be here before lunch."

"Please Miss Yvette can I wear boys’ clothes, oh please," pleaded Hilarie.

"Of course not Hilarie. Lady Miranda has already explained to you, that you are not to let Mister Jamie Dupree know you are a male. Not that it should be difficult the way you look at the moment. You are obviously trying to be difficult and if you continue to annoy me by asking such ridiculous questions you’ll wear a pacifier as well," said Miss Yvette in her usual no nonsense manner.

He knew Miss Yvette would carry out her threat and without further delay he grasped the bar. His dislike of the trapeze was as strong as ever, but following her threat and because he would be facing visitors, he allowed himself to be fastened in without protest. The corset was his usual one, but today it felt more painful than ever. Miss Yvette put far more effort into pulling the laces tighter.

"Ah that’s better Hilarie, we’ve taken in another two inches," she said, with satisfaction in her voice.

Having two emissions already that morning Hilarie assumed he’d be safe from further any further "urges." However as she drew the silk stockings up his legs, his flesh reacted to the soft flow of silk. Miss Yvette frowned and her mouth formed a moue.

"You must learn some control you naughty sissy boy. This is really becoming too much of a habit. I should not have to do this, you must learn more control."

She placed his pettipanties aside, and picked up the by now familiar white satin glove with the ribboned taffeta shroud. The mere sight of it, gleaming white and the silken whisper of taffeta were sufficient to complete his erection. Her actions this morning were business like and mechanical, the act left him feeling mentally drained despite the physical pleasure as he ejaculated.

"In future, I’ll milk you immediately you wake. Otherwise, dressing is always going to be such a messy affair. Unfortunately like so many of you, my little sissy-boy is beginning to welcome the silk far too much for his own good!"

Her insinuation made Hilarie blush as he tried to stammer an explanation, that this was not so. It was followed by an ironic giggle in her pretty French accent. It was obvious Miss Yvette had her own opinion on what the feel and touch of silk did to Hilarie. Today instead of his usual lace trimmed pettipanties; she dressed him in pantalets. They were far more frilly and elaborate than normal and as she displayed the garment, he felt sickened that his visitors, one of them a boy, was going to see him dressed like this. The pantalets buttoned at the side were crotchless and fashioned of gleaming white satin.

They were far from demure; the crotch opening ran from the front waistband to the back waistband and was lavishly trimmed with the finest Flemish lace. They were full and ballooned out about his hips. Halfway down his thighs began layer after layer of lace and tulle, finishing midway down his calves. Below this lay six-inch layers of lace which swayed sensuously, tickling his ankles every time he moved. She released Hilarie from the trapeze, and drew not one but three petticoats over his head. They were quite short and of the softest white taffeta with deep lace hems reaching midway between knee and thigh.

Over them went a pretty pink satin dress. The high neck was flounced with a wide collar of lace, a deep band of this same lace continued down the wide leg-o-mutton sleeves buttoning tightly at the wrist. The pink satin skirt was covered by a beautiful overskirt of the finest silk organdy they were both so short that his petticoats were exposed with every movement. Feeling quite vulnerable Hilarie struggled to hold them down

The shoes of pink satin had heels four inch high and it was rather difficult to walk, Hilarie was glad to be seated for the makeup. Instead of the light touch of powder and lipstick he usually wore, today’s makeup was far more complex. Miss Yvette started with a heavier foundation and then the powder completely covering his face. Over this Miss Yvette used a deep red blusher on his cheeks.

Very dark mascara was lavishly applied to lengthen the already long eyelashes, and a blue eye shadow completely covered his eyelids. Beneath his eyes she continued with the eyeliner until they were fully outlined. Miss Yvette picked up a lipstick pencil to draw a rosebud outline before finishing with a dark pink lipstick.

His hair was brushed into ringlets and Miss Yvette adjusted them either side of his ears. She teased them into shape before drawing a pink satin, lace-trimmed bonnet over his head. A wide satin ribbon tied it in a big bow with a long satin ribbon beneath his chin. She drew him to the mirror. The sight he saw shocked him.

 

 

Chapter Two.

Today, was much worse than when he had been dressed for Mrs. Parker the sight in the mirror filled his eyes with tears of humiliation. He turned stricken to Miss Yvette she shook her head,

"It is no use ma Cherie, there is no argument, so just accept. He felt awful; he hated being dressed like this.

Till now the dresses he had worn were those of young girl and they had been bad enough. They were humiliating but those had only seen him in the household. He had learned to cope with the teasing and baiting received from Madam Hester, Peggy, and the other household staff. Today he had to face meeting Madame Dupree-Simpson and her ward; dressed like this.

At the sight of himself in the mirror Hilarie felt mixed emotions and confusion. He was at once repulsed and attracted by what he saw, besides usual nausea at the sight of his body in a dress. Today an entirely new torment arose. He found himself at once lured and fascinated by the image in the mirror. A remark Miss Yvette had made came back to him; he was being drawn deeper into the silken web.

The weeks of strict diet, exercise and sleep had wrought a miracle. Gone was the plumpness, the sallow skin and greasy hair. Instead a beauty, with blonde shining hair, cornflower blue eyes and a sad smile looked back from the mirror. Pretty as a picture, but the image was aimed at perversity, not innocence.

It was not a normal girl but a doll like image, the heavier makeup added sophistication too youth, the picture of innocence designed to inflame the senses. It was innocent beauty portrayed, reworked, and recreated as a sexual object. It was mock purity created for the satyr, to slaver upon, to rape and once used to be discarded. Bright red lipstick added to the innocent mouth of young child. Designed to inflame the male psyche to hold and own her, created as an object, a sensual mannequin. A young girl, reworked into a sexual image, an exquisite beauty, innocence sought by the depraved.

The exquisite dress, the paint, powder, rouges and mascara was pure fantasia. It was the purity of youth despoiled by sophistication. She was to be seen as an object, a China Doll. Something to disport with, be fondled, touched, and played with. The short satin dress, the long silk clad legs beneath gleaming satin pantalets. The exquisite face partly hidden beneath the silk bonnet, the look and feeling of innocence coupled with the vulnerability of a china doll.

His own feelings when he looked in the mirror told him what was happening. The image excited him uncontrollably, narcissism strong enough to hurl him out of control his member surging erect. Its imprisonment within the satin pantalets, beneath the yards of taffeta exacerbated by the sensuous swish of satin and silk. Unwanted, exquisite sensations surged through his body. He was in turmoil hating himself for what he felt but he loved the beauty he saw. The surge of blood in his member was reflected in his face. Miss Yvette broke through his self-reverie.

"Your sheath Hilarie, I must put it in position." Miss Yvette had him raise his skirt and petticoat.

Looking at his arousal, she frowned, her face troubled, as she said, "Oh my, Hilarie you are falling in love, with your image. Be very careful ma Cherie, otherwise you will never stop loving them."

This time she slid on a flesh colored silk sheath, free of the normal lace ruffles. She did not pull it between his legs, but doubled the laces and tied them in a large bow at the front of the sheath. Despite his protestations that his sex would be more apparent unless the sheath was fastened in a more decorous manner she refused. Dreading the meeting he walked to the reception room, on the arm of Miss Yvette, even before they entered he could feel, his still rigid member had escaped from his pantalets. He had to beg Miss Yvette to allow him to adjust the offending article before they entered the reception room. They entered quietly and for a brief moment he had the opportunity to examine the guests.

Waiting with Aunt Miranda, was a tall, angular, very elegantly dressed woman. Her body was athletically taut with a small bust and slender hips. Her clothing was feminine, overtly so, as if compensating for the boyishness of her natural body. A silk suit in colors of muted green and navy with a peplum to give the illusion of fullness to her hips.

Beneath the jacket was a white silk blouse with a deep cowl neckline giving prominence to her uptilted bosom. The blouse was decorated with the same emblem, a chained weeping cupid in a heart. He had seen this on a scarf his Aunt had given to Miss Rose Parker on her last visit. It was also displayed on the glove Miss Yvette used to purge him of his tension. The very sight of the emblem brought his penis fully and painfully erect.

Next to her stood a young man, introduced as Jamie Dupree, her nephew. He was slim, slightly built, about his own height and Hilarie guessed about the same age. He was surprised, later to find out that Jamie was in fact almost ten years older. His eyes were gray, surrounded by long blonde eyelashes. Beneath long golden blonde hair, his features were finely almost girlishly molded, he was very handsome in a delicate aesthete manner.

. He wore a suit of fine cashmere with a gray pinstripe, gleaming white silk shirt, and patterned silk tie. The pattern on this was the same as his Aunt’s blouse. There was an aura of urbaneness about him, an arrogance as he stood languorously talking to Lady Mirada. Hilarie could picture him sipping Champagne while a beautiful model clung to his arm as they entered a fashionable restaurant or theater.

He envied the freedom that the young man must enjoy, how he longed to live in the same manner as Jamie. A wave of despondency surged through him, he felt the shame and humiliation at being presented to the young man in these stupid clothes; and how superior he would have felt if he’d met a sissified boy under similar circumstances.

Jamie was unaware of Hilarie’s presence for a few moments after he had entered the room. "Come Hilarie greet our visitors" said Lady Miranda.

He came forward and with eyes down cast, said "Hullo Madame Dupree-Simpson."

It was not enough; Lady Miranda’s voice was sharp and angry. "Hilarie! Greet Madame Dupree-Simpson properly!"

He bobbed rather awkwardly. Lady Miranda apologized to her guest, saying they had not timed to teach him proper manners. Next time she came, Hilarie would know how to curtsy. What astounded was the change in the young man, as he turned to greet Hilarie the entire color drained from Jamie’s face. It was as though he had sighted a ghost. He swayed, as though he was about to swoon. Miss Simpson-Dupree had immediately taken Jamie’s hand and said something to him. At that he’d brightened visibly, but his eyes continued watching Hilarie. But it was a few minutes before his color partly returned, but he still looked very nervous.

Madame Dupree-Simpson turned to Lady Miranda and asked if Jamie could be excused for a few minutes. She’d call for their servants to freshen him up and change him into some more appropriate clothing. Jamie left immediately accompanied by the butler and maid, who accompanied them.

 

 

Chapter Three

As Jamie and his Butler departed Hilarie had a few moments to examine Madame Dupree-Simpson. She had a very upright bearing and he found it impossible to accept what Miss Yvette had told him, that she was nearly seventy. Her unlined face and creamy complexion belied this completely, at the most he would have said she was in her early fifties. Her hair was deep red and gently coifed into a perfect French roll. Her eyes were dark green and as hard as an emerald. At that moment they were examining Hilarie as though he were an insect on a slide. She frightened Hilarie, he felt very uncomfortable in her presence. Madame Dupree-Simpson patted the settee, signifying Hilarie was to sit beside her.

As he settled onto the settee Hilarie realized the problem of wearing short skirts and frilly voluminous petticoats. Seated upon the settee, his skirt and petticoat flared upwards exposing his silk pantaleted legs to the hips. He tried to hold them down with little success. Madame Dupree-Simpson and Aunt Miranda laughed in amusement at his predicament. Hilarie felt terribly humiliated at being placed in such an awkward situation. He hoped desperately that amongst the petticoats his member was not exposed. He flushed red as Madame Dupree-Simpson said

"Such a pleasure to find Hilarie dressed as a girl, and such a beautiful one. He is so exquisite, I’d like to gobble him up." Her smile was so brittle, that shivers went up his spine. "I must say it makes a pleasant surprise he has turned out to be such a beautiful little miss. He is dressed so prettily and appeared to be very well behaved."

Lady Miranda explained in graphic detail what had been required to bring about the change. The stocks, a whipping, the baby wear, corset training and the diet.

Madame Dupree-Simpson listened intently, obviously intrigued by the program, and relishing the thought of what punishment could do to change a character.

"How big is he? I’m positive that’s where the answer lies," said Madame Dupree-Simpson.

"Why don’t we check?" said Lady Miranda knowing full well what Edwina Dupree-Simpson wished to see.

" Hilarie raise your skirts and lower your pantalets!"

Hilarie was panic stricken. He couldn’t, not in front of Madame Dupree-Simpson, she terrified him. "Oh no, please Aunt Miranda not here, please!"

"I won’t tell you again Hilarie," said Lady Miranda her face darkening with anger.

Hands trembling, he raised his skirt and petticoats, and the reason for Hilarie’s reluctance became evident. Nestled between the frills of the crotchless pantalets was his erect and quite rigid member, most prettily displayed in it’s silk sheath. Hilarie had discovered over the last few weeks some disturbing aspects about his own makeup. When he was suffering intense pain, being humiliated or frightened as he was now; he suffered the most intense erections.

Up till now he’d managed to hide his condition certain this weakness would be used against him, so far he’d been successful, but now he was completely exposed in front of his Aunt and the formidable Madame Dupree-Simpson.

Madame Dupree-Simpson coughed, almost spilling her drink in surprise; her face flushed quite red. "My goodness, what is that between the little dolly’s legs!"

Hilarie had to stand before Madame Dupree-Simpson as she reached out and grasped him. She clapped her hands together and cooed with delight. Despite her laughter there was a malicious gleam in her eyes.

"Why this is such fun, I’ve never seen anything quite so cute. All dressed up like a little dolly, and no place to go." She giggled at her own sally. "Goodness, Miranda" she said, "I never expected Hilarie to be so large. I’m sure this is part of his problem."

She reached out with her slender glace-kid gloved hand lightly stroking him. "You used to terrify my friend Rose, with your evil temper and cruel ways, but not now. Perhaps you should spend the rest of your life as my little baby doll. We know just the person to do that to don’t we Miranda. I would love to own you, now come! Give me a kiss."

Hilarie’s only wish was to run and hide, to be out of the reach of this frightening woman, but he stood frozen by the venomous look in Madame Dupree-Simpson’s eyes. He was well aware of the pain and humiliation he had inflicted on his mother’s companion Rose Parker, who Madame Dupree-Simpson now claimed as her friend. Hilarie’s fear went into overdrive, at the thought of being in the hands of this woman. He tried to draw back but the grasp on his member tightened. Helpless in her grasp he bent forward about to kiss her on the cheek; instead her mouth met his. Her other hand went about his head, imprisoning him. Madame Dupree-Simpson’s tongue entered his mouth like a snake; frightened he jerked his head back, freeing himself.

Her fingers tightened spitefully about his member and she was no longer smiling. She turned to Lady Miranda; "Perhaps this is where the problem lies Miranda. Maybe he’d be better without this?"

A fear, real as ice water flowed over Hilarie, he had little doubt that Madame Dupree-Simpson meant every word.

"No, please! I’ll be good. I promise, I promise" screamed Hilarie.

"Mrs. Parker was here two weeks ago and left with the same thoughts. I think it’s too soon, Edwina. Let’s leave it another week or so, another chance for him. But I agree with your diagnosis, that is the area we must correct." Said Lady Miranda.

Reluctantly, clearly disappointed Madame Dupree-Simpson let go. Hilarie was told to keep his skirts in place in future. Miss Yvette straightened his clothing and tidied up his makeup. Replacing some tear stained mascara, and the lipstick he’d nervously chewed off his lips.

Then asking him to raise his skirts again, his maid flicked her fingernail against Hilarie’s swollen tip. The stinging pain brought about an immediate subsidence and Miss Yvette drew it between his legs and fastened the ribbons about his waist. As she completed the task, Miss Yvette reminded him, he was not to allow Jamie to discover he was a boy, but he was to do everything Jamie asked him, without question. Hilarie nodded, too frightened too protest, or ask for an explanation.

Jamie’s valet returned a few minutes later; he was slightly built distinguished looking, wearing a black silk tailored suit with a striped waistcoat. He appeared to be in his early thirties with balding dark hair. Madame Dupree-Simpson introduced him as Charles Trate. His voice was high, almost falsetto. He spoke quietly to Madame Dupree-Simpson and at her nod left the room. He returned almost immediately with the boy.

 

 

Chapter Four

An astonishing change had taken place. Jamie no longer wore his suit, instead he had also been dressed in Little Lord Fauntleroy suit. The jacket and trousers were in baby blue panne velvet, the jacket "Eton" styled, fitted tightly to his body with no front fastening and three quarter length sleeves. Beneath it the gleaming white satin blouse had an enormous lace trimmed collar spreading over the slender shoulders. Emerging from the jacket the full long sleeves with deep ruffled cuff, the long lace falling over his hands almost to the end of his fingers. Beneath the collar a pale blue satin scarf bearing a pink cupid emblem was fashioned into a Pussy Cat bow and fell almost to his waist.

The velvet trousers were tight about his hips, then flared fully from his thighs to finish just below the knee. The leg openings trimmed with a band of blue satin, and beneath these emerged the legs of white silk bloomers lavishly trimmed with the finest lace. Jamie wore white silk stockings above bright blue satin high-heeled pumps. The heels were slender and almost five inches high. About his right ankle were two slave bracelets worn one above the other. A short length of fine gold chain joined them.

He now wore heavy make up, eyeliner, heavy foundations, thick powder a deep red lipstick and a bright red blusher. His face had a similar doll like look to Hilarie’s. In his hair was a pale blue satin bow matching the color of his suit. Hilarie was startled by his appearance, but most astonishing was his attitude. It was obvious Jamie was not embarrassed by his effeminate appearance, instead he appear to revel in it. Jamie was paraded before them as they touched and stroked him. He accepted all the attention with a natural aplomb with the valet Charles Trate looking on with a look of pride, like an indulgent parent, or thought Hilarie, like a lover.

"Why don’t you children get to know one another? " Said Lady Miranda.

He knew the lady’s would want to have a chat and he was only too glad to leave the room. Hilarie remembered Miss Yvette’s instruction to do everything Jamie asked. He did not question her further, after his episode with Miss Parker and his Aunt’s warning he was anxious to be obedient.

"Hilarie you take Jamie to your bedroom, have a talk and play. Lunch won’t be ready for another three hours. So enjoy yourselves, and Hilarie, don’t forget to ask Jamie about Doctor Buel, will you darling!" said Lady Miranda.

At the mention of Doctor Buel, Jamie paled noticeably despite the heavy make up he wore, and his whole body began to tremble. A few moments later he appeared to recover from the shock, and smiling tightly, he hugged Hilarie. Then to Hilarie’s acute discomfort, while the women looked on and smiled indulgently, Jamie kissed him fully on the lips.

As they walked up the stairs, Jamie held Hilarie’s hand. He was effusive saying how beautiful Hilarie was, never had he met such an exquisite creature. Once in the room, Hilarie showed Jamie though his suite. The youth was very intrigued by Hilarie’s wardrobe, expressing delight at the range of childish clothing he had.

Without thinking Hilarie asked whether he’d like to try some on, after all they were about the same size. Jamie flushed red, it was obvious that was exactly what he wanted to do.

"Oh I couldn’t Hilarie, what would think of a boy dressed up in your clothing."

It was hard for Hilarie to stop laughing, instead he smiled and said "I’d like it very much Jamie, now which dress would you like?"

Jamie still demurred, "Perhaps later Hilarie, after we’ve had a talk."

They sat together on the velvet settee, Hilarie desperately trying to remain demure and prevent his voluminous petticoats from exposing too much of his legs. Jamie seemed calmer now though he still clung tightly to Hilarie’s hand.

Hilarie felt uneasy in Jamie’s company, although he could not fathom why. Jamie was polite and pleasant company and offered not the slightest threat. However there was a foreboding in the back of his mind that he could not dispel. It may have been his constant touching for as soon as Aunt Miranda had insisted Hilarie take him to his room, he’d held Hilarie’s hand as though afraid he would disappear.

Miss Yvette appeared in the room and asked if they’d like a drink. Both opted for a soft drink, which the pretty maid was quick to provide. Jamie was very taken with Miss Yvette, and after she’d left the room said how lucky Hilarie was to have such a beautiful creature to minister to her. Unfortunately Jamie explained he had to make do with Mister Trate and he’d be willing to swap with Hilarie at anytime. This remark seemed to break the ice between the two, and Jamie began to relax.

He asked about Hilarie, why was ‘she’ dressed in the doll clothing. Hilarie blushingly explained he had been very naughty over the last month. As a punishment, Aunt Miranda had insisted he wore infants clothing until she was satisfied he would behave once more. Hilarie was careful to present himself as a girl throughout the explanation.

"I’m so glad you were naughty. I simply adore the satin dress you’re wearing. It looks so wonderful with those shimmery satin pantalets and bonnet. Really the whole outfit is so gorgeous. I think you look simply beautiful dressed like that." Said Jamie. "Oh I must be quiet, you’ll think me such a fool going on like this, particularly the way I’m dressed."

Hilarie was so surprised by his remarks he said without thinking "Oh no, you look rather lovely yourself."

Jamie smiled, caught the frills on his bloomers, and did two pirouettes with joy.

"Oh thank you, Hilarie, do you believe in reincarnation?"

Hilarie shook his head. "When I saw you at first, I thought I was seeing a ghost."

Hilarie said. "Yes you went so pale I thought you were going to faint."

"You look so like her and now she would be your age. It was such a shock, and it happened just three years ago. Today would be her birthday." He broke off sobbing, tears rimming his eyes.

Hilarie held his hand tightly and said quietly, "maybe you would be better to forget all about it if it causes you such pain."

Jamie squeezed Hilarie’s hand. "No I must tell you. What I did was so terrible, I want so much to be your friend so you must know why I was punished. I’m sure you’ll agree it was just" Jamie sat alongside Hilarie, avoiding his eyes and looking towards the floor as he explained what had happened.

He’d been the only child in his family for more than six years, idolized by his Mother when another baby was born, this time it was a girl, and they called her Sarah. From the moment of her birth they were inseparable. Jamie had never loved anyone so much, and he wanted to be with Sarah every moment of the day. Their parents had never questioned their devotion to one another. Even though others had tried to warn their parents of the unnatural closeness, it had never been heeded. Neither did Sarah and Jamie consider it at all unusual. They just considered their relationship of brother and sister to be quite normal.

Mama was a real romantic. She’d had little experience of the real world. Her parents had died when she was in her early teens, and left her considerable wealth in trust. Father spent his time in the Senate and very little time with his wife or children. The house was like a setting out of a Gainsborough painting and Mother dressed and acted as if it were. As children we never mixed with the others, or went to school, but were tutored at home.

Mama liked me to dress in costumes like the "Blue Boy" and Sarah as a shepherdess. Mama had two Victorian girl dolls. They were dressed very similarly to what you are wearing now. She used to place them on top of her bed head, and she’d had then since a child. She loved them so much that we decided to give her a surprise for her birthday. I was fifteen at the time and Sarah was ten so we had the doll’s costumes made in our size. Then on her birthday we arranged ourselves on the bed. Mama came in and we had never seen her so happy. She hugged and kissed us and called us her little darling dolls.

 

 

Chapter Five

One day, when Jamie was eighteen and Sarah twelve, they’d been playing dress-ups. He’d dressed as the mad ballet master and Sarah as Copelia. He not known to this day what overtook him that day, but the love they’d held for one another turned to lust and they’d made love. It hadn’t stopped there. Nearly every day, they’d dress up in the nursery. Sarah always in a doll costume, and his favorite was identical to the one Hilarie was wearing today, and they’d make love. Inevitably after three years the worst happened and Sarah became pregnant.

It was then the realization of what they’d been doing hit them. Sarah was too ashamed to tell their parent that they’d been committing incest. They put it off, until it was too late, then Sarah tried to abort herself and died horribly in the process.

After her death Jamie confessed to being the culprit. The knowledge of what he’d done, shocked his Mother so, that she had a stroke and died shortly after. His Father wanted to turn Jamie over to the law for punishment, but this had been stopped by Aunt Edwina Dupree-Simpson who did not want the family name besmirched. The irony was that Jamie inherited all his mother’s money, a fortune of many millions. Aunt Edwina held the whip hand; she could not let him go unpunished. In her eyes he had killed her sister and her niece.

His father would no longer have anything to do with Jamie. He would no longer speak or see Jamie, in his mind he no longer existed. Aunt Edwina decided to make him her ward, on condition he gave his inheritance to Aunt Edwina. As the alternative was confinement in a mental hospital, Jamie agreed. .

Edwina Dupree-Simpson had strong views on the wrongs men had inflicted on women and she was determined to make an example of her nephew. She insisted he no longer be a sexual threat to any woman in the future.

At first she was going to have him fully physically castrated. He added quietly that he’d wish she had, it would be easier to live with than, what was finally done. Instead he been placed in an institution and the PET therapy, a treatment devised by Hilarie’s aunt, Lady Miranda had been used to change him physically and mentally. Hilarie’s exclamation of surprise lead Jamie to explain it was the PHILOGYNY EPICENE TRIOECIOUS INSTITUTE or the PET Institute, which specialized in taming uncontrollable boys. The name Philogyny meant "fondness for women," while epicene and trioecious meant obtaining the characteristics of both sexes. The title summed up the philosophy of the institute. Jamie had spent two years there and during that time he had been operated upon by Doctor Buel.

Hilarie paled at the name of Doctor Buel, which was the name his Aunt had threatened him with.

"Did he emasculate you?" said Hilarie a tremor in his voice. Jamie looked at him, surprised at his concern.

"No! Hilarie, what she did was really quite different. Perhaps I’d have been happier if she had, this must be far worse!"

Hilarie showed his astonishment. "What could be worse than that?" Seeing the look of disbelieve on Hilarie’s face, Jamie asked whether "she" wanted to see what had happened. Hilarie was reluctant not sure of where this could lead. Jamie was sensitive enough to notice Hilarie’s reticence.

"Please Hilarie, there’s nothing I would ever do to harm you in any way."

Hilarie smiled and said, "of course not. I was worried about us being discovered undressed, but I’m sure we won’t be disturbed."

With trousers and pantalets removed It was clear he had not been gelded, his testes sac was not only fully in place but were held tightly in a cage of gold metal. The extent of his mutilation was subtle but quite horrible, through head of his generous member was a thick golden ring. It had been inserted through the rear of the circumcised head and emerged through the slit. His instrument was red and engorged and by rights should have been angrily erect. The ring was obviously very heavy and the weight pulled the penis down and it now hung stiffly downwards between his legs. Miss Simpson-Dupree had achieved her goal of removing Jamie as a sexual threat. There was no way Jamie would ever succeed in entering any female or for that matter male orifice.

Hilarie felt physically sick at the sight before him. "Was Doctor Buel responsible for this?" He asked

Jamie nodded, his face flushed bright red. " Yes. Normally Aunt Edwina insists that the ring is attached to the cage, then it is not as heavy between my legs, but is very painful if I’m aroused." Hilarie looked at the angry red member. "Its it painful now?" Said Hilarie.

"Yes, it is. I’m specially aroused at the moment. I don’t mean to be ill-mannered but exposing myself in front of such a beautiful girl has made me very excited. Please forgive me I didn’t intend this to happen but you’re so pretty, I just couldn’t help myself."

Hilarie looked at the Jamie’s blushing shamed face, and his heart went out in sympathy. Jamie was looking really uncomfortable, weighted member was twitching and shuddering, it looked very painful.

"Is there anything I can do?" he said.

Jamie looked up shamefacedly. "Oh Hilarie, would you stroke me. I’ve been conditioned by the PET treatment never to touch myself."

Hilarie asked apprehensively "You mean stroke your member! I’m not sure whether I should!"

"Oh please! It is fearfully painful" his eyes were imploring.

Feeling apprehensive Hilarie reached out his hand towards the red and swollen appendage. It would be the first time he had ever touched any penis except his own. He touched it and to his surprise, it was not as repulsive as he had expected. Instead the touch made him feel quite excited. The shaft was warm, and the flesh silky to touch. Beneath his fingers it felt like a small animal which throbbed softly with a life of it’s own.

Timidly at first Hilarie stroked it towards the tip. Then warming to his task, he used both hands to stroke the pulsating flesh. This brought a sigh of ecstasy from Jamie and soft cry of alarm from Hilarie. Quickly he jerked his hand from the penis, as it suddenly pulsed into life and a stream of white seminal fluid gushed from the tip.

"Oh Hilarie I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen, please forgive me!"

Hilarie gently squeezed the still twitching member to reassure him as he said. "There is nothing to forgive, it was all rather exciting." And impulsively he leaned forward and kissed the disheveled youth fully on the lips.

At once Jamie’s arms were tightly holding him and his lips and tongue were at play in his mouth. It was several minutes before they separated with Jamie whispering to a very embarrassed Hilarie "I love you."

 

 

Chapter Six

With his silk bloomers and parts of his velvet suit covered with sticky white fluid. Jamie accepted Hilarie’s offer of one of his dresses. With Hilarie’s help, Jamie was quickly sponged clean by a rather uneasy Hilarie. He still felt very uncomfortable touching another boy’s penis. In contrast, Jamie wanted to be fondled at every opportunity. As he removed his clothing, Jamie showed him his corset. He wore one at all times, even beneath his male suits. It was to Hilarie’s eyes, a horrific device. The one he wore was terribly confining because of it’s heavily boned and tight lacing. Jamie’s was far worse, the corset totally encased his body. Neck and shoulder braces held him rigidly erect and his waistline was drawn in so tightly, it couldn’t have measured more than eighteen inches, Hilarie wondered how he ever managed to breath.

When Hilarie asked how could he stand the discomfort of the corset. He was quite astounded when Jamie said by now he was so used to them, and the sense of security they gave, he now felt quite uneasy when he was not wearing them. At night, he wore a lighter garment, and without it, he could not sleep.

All this excitement had again fully aroused Jamie and his member despite the heavy ring was by now almost standing straight out from his body. Finding suitable panties for Jamie was a trial. He spent an inordinate amount of time holding Hilarie’s lingerie against his body; seeking Hilarie’s opinion on what was the most attractive garment. The half-naked and obviously excited youth would decide on a pair of panties and then find he could not be contained in them. Jamie said he had never enjoyed dressing so much, having such a beautiful maid to help him. He was intent in prolonging the experience. Hilarie was stimulated by Jamie’s excitement and was finding his sheath quite uncomfortable as it fought to contain it’s ever swelling contents.

Jamie finally settled upon a pair of crotchless satin pantalets, very similar Hilarie’s but in a different color, mint green with a cream lace trim. The quivering appendage was once again contained inside the pantalets. His efforts coming to nothing, when Jamie inflamed by Hilarie’s fingers could no longer contain him and exploded once again. The second attempt was more successful and the bizarre appendage was more or less concealed beneath the shimmering satin.

After a great deal of indecision Jamie finally chose a party dress of ice green silk chiffon. It was ruffled with a wide tiered skirt spread out by four taffeta petticoats. The sleeves were also tiered and floated from the shoulders to under sleeves trimmed with lace and tightly fastened at the wrist.

"Oh Hilarie, it’s so gorgeous, do you think it will fit me?"

Any fears were quickly put to rest once the garments were in place. Jamie looked very attractive, and extremely feminine. His member remained the only stumbling block, Hilarie slid it and the ring down Jamie’s left pantalet leg until it was out of sight. No sooner was Jamie dressed than the two had to answer the call to lunch. Hilarie found his hand firmly in the grasp of Jamie’s. The youth seemed so happy that he was skipping as they crossed the hallway and just as they were about to enter the Dining Room, Jamie said quietly to Hilarie "I love you!"

Hilarie was so startled by this remark that he knew a fiery blush covered his face. Although he was fond of Jamie he did not feel that deeper feeling that Jamie held for him. Hilarie’s blush was rather unfortunate as Jamie took this to be affirmation of returned feelings and gave a further squeeze of his hand. Before Hilarie could say anything to correct this they were in the room with Aunt Miranda, and Miss Edwina Dupree-Simpson.

Finding Jamie in a different outfit required an immediate explanation. In front of Madame Dupree-Simpson Jamie appeared to lose all confidence and related in the minutest detail what had happened in the bedroom. The innocence of their actions appeared to vanish in the telling and with every word Hilarie began to feel more and more humiliated and embarrassed. In Hilarie’s mind their experiences in the bedroom had been quite innocent, he had been drawn into the sexual episode reluctantly. Jamie’s telling of it, was quite different, Hilarie, not Jamie had been the instigator it made Hilarie sound prying and insensitive. It sounded as though Hilarie had demanded knowledge on Jamie’s tragedy, and the operations Doctor Buel had carried out on him. Hilarie was dreading the recounting of Jamie’s "accident." However, to his surprise instead of sounding sordid, it was treated as a quite natural occurrence.

Miss Yvette fitted both Hilarie and Jamie with wide white satin lace trimmed bibs. Then over lunch the questioning continued. "Why did you not call upon Mister Trate to help you dress Jamie?" said Madame Dupree-Simpson.

Blushing rather prettily, Jamie said he had preferred to be attended by Hilarie.

"Why was that?" Madame Dupree-Simpson continued her probing.

"Because she’s so pretty and a girl." Said the red-faced boy.

To Hilarie’s surprise, no one mentioned his true sex, as Madame Dupree-Simpson continued to explain Jamie’s problem. When Jamie became aroused, which was quite frequent; his condition had to be treated immediately due to ambioctic pressure in his genital area. The only treatment was masturbation.

If this rose too high he was in danger to rupturing a blood vessel. Unfortunately over the past few months’ Jamie had become sexually dysfunctional with males including Mister Trate. Despite Jamie’s full understanding of Mister Trate’s sexual condition, Jamie still could not manage, and to overcome the problem and it was now necessary for the Valet to use a combination of pump and vibrator to relieve him. It was proving very painful for Jamie.

Hilarie’s curiosity was aroused, and was delighted when Lady Miranda asked what his condition was.

"Well my dear" said Madame Dupree-Simpson "he’s been completely castrated. There was an unfortunate incident three years ago when he was tutor to a Moslem Prince, who insisted he had tried to interfere with him and demanded Charles Trate be beheaded."

"I was living in the country at the time and knew the King quite well. Trate’s mother begged me to intercede, I thought I had succeeded completely until Charles was returned to us at the embassy with him member and testes in a silk bag about his neck. I felt responsible and he has been working as Jamie’s valet for a year now."

Lady Miranda turned to her and said, "I’m surprised Jamie doesn’t have a maid. Surely that would solve his problem."

Madame Simpson-Dupree gave a tired sigh. "Oh I wish that were so Miranda." She said "It is unfortunate but it just creates another problem. Our little infant has a bad case of priapism, if a woman touches him his erections go on and on. We have tried three maids for him. Haven’t we darling?"

Madame Dupree-Simpson said turning to the furiously blushing Jamie. "Our little boy was erect the whole time they served him. It was just too hard on his heart."

Hilarie wasn’t sure why he decided to speak. "Madame Dupree-Simpson, would it help if Mister Trate was dressed as a maid?"

Madame Dupree-Simpson turned her sharp eyes on Hilarie. " Hilarie dear, why do you think that would help Jamie."

Hilarie refused to be intimidated by the unwavering gaze of the formidable woman.

"I’m sure Jamie feels uncomfortable with a man, and that is why he overacts with a woman. It is possible that Mr. Trate dressed as a woman maybe just the right balance."

A smile broke across her severe countenance. "Why I think you’re right. Oh Miranda what a clever child, the darling girl is. Tell me what made you think of it?"

Hilarie blushed; it was quite threatening when he was under the scrutiny of all at the table.

"Jamie seemed to react to me immediately and it would seem we have to find a half way point, between a man and a woman. Dressing Mister Trate as a maid might be the way out."

Madame Dupree-Simpson turned to Jamie. "Darling what do you think of Hilarie’s idea?"

Jamie’s brightly carmine lips made a small moue. "I’d rather have Hilarie" he said wistfully "but I’m happy to try Mister Trate, dear Aunt."

 

 

Chapter Seven

Lady Miranda said "Why not start straight away, Mister Trate could be outfitted from our maid’s wardrobe. Jamie could choose a number of styles and to make Mister Trate feel confident in his new role she could perform a mannequin parade with the rest of he staff."

Jamie was most excited. "Could we join in as well My Lady, Hilarie and I?"

Lady Miranda looked at Hilarie, who with little hope, prayed that she would say no. A smile that Hilarie could see was slightly malicious parted her lips. "Of course you may Jamie dear. But you’ll have to let Miss Yvette dress Hilarie, it’s her time." She said.

The two boys withdrew, as Mister Trate was lead into the room by Miss Yvette. Ten minutes later the normally debonair valet emerged from the room looking white faced and shaken. It could not have been a pleasant experience having his future decided by two very formidable ladies.

Miss Yvette and Miss Daisy (Madame Dupree-Simpson’s ladies maid) took the chastened Mister Trate away to the bathroom to prepare him for his new role. They set about their task enthusiastically and by the time Jamie and Hilarie arrived in the dressing room, Mister Trate had already completed the first part of his transformation. Depilatories had removed all the hair from his body and stood naked and trembling in the room.

Hilarie was horrified by the sight, not the naked form, but by the terrible mutilation that had been carried out. All that was left on his scrotum was a narrow tube of flesh no larger than his thumb, secured at the end by a silver clip like device. This Miss Yvette explained was to prevent him dribbling. "Otherwise Mister Trate would have to constantly wear a napkin."

"It must be terrible to be like that, I wonder what it’s like never to feel any sexual arousal." Said Hilarie with anger.

"Well it’s not quite like that," said Jamie." Mister Trate has to wear one of those Regency footman’s uniform at home. The breeches are of extremely tight silk, and show everything. When he whips me, there is his little spout poking out through the silk. It must be very uncomfortable for him when he has an erection for apparently there’s nothing he can do to relieve himself and he remains stiff for the rest of the day."

Hilarie expressed his horror at Jamie’s beatings, but the satin clad youth only gave a sad smile beneath his makeup, saying, "It didn’t happen all the time. So much on how Tante Edwina was feeling at the time Her moods are quite unpredictable, she’s very loving one day and the next she finds fault with everything I do. That’s when I become her whipping boy, literally." Jamie smiled ruefully, pretending to rub his satin covered derriere.

By now Mister Trate had been prepared and the two maids were strapping him into a fearsome looking foundation. Charles Trate was quite helpless, both wrists were strapped to the trapeze bar. The corset was of white satin and lace and looked deceptively delicate. Hilarie knew that the shimmering material was far stronger than it looked as like his own, it contained a high proportion of Kevlar -the fabric used for high-speed yacht sails. This had more than the strength of steel and he knew Mister Trate’s waist would soon give way beneath the pressure.

The garment was similar to Jamie’s. It began at mid thigh, with straps about each leg. These also carried suspenders for the navy silk stockings. The full-length garment had similar shoulder straps to that of Jamie’s. It would be a tight and rigid restraint but would give an ideal shape. This time, the corset had an Edwardian line; this would produce the hourglass figure so popular during that period.

The poor man’s face was taking on a purple hue as the two maids enthusiastically pulled upon the back lacing.

"Oh please no more" he cried.

Miss Yvette drew a measuring tape from her pocket. At last she nodded to Miss Daisy and they knotted the ends of the tape.

"That will do for now but its still an inch out," said Miss Yvette.

"Oh please loosen them off Miss Yvette, it’s too tight. I can scarcely breathe." Mister Trate’s plea brooked little sympathy from the two women. Over the past two years they’d endured his snide comments and caustic remarks and were only too happy to have him in their power. A few minutes later he was wearing a costume that the early comedy films and erotic postcards had created to epitomize the classic "maid."

Layer upon layer of rustling white taffeta petticoats, all extravagantly trimmed with lace. Under these were bright red silk French knickers. A black satin dress was drawn over the petticoats with a keyhole neckline low enough to expose the false cleavage created by the foundation. Long full sleeves covered his arms, finishing in white-buttoned cuffs.

Satin gloves covered his hands and very high-heeled Oxford pumps were laced over his silk stockinged feet. A short dark wig, covered the balding gray pate and in an instant the sense of the bizarre vanished, and an attractive woman appeared. Initially she appeared awkward, hampered by the unaccustomed high heeled and the confines of the corset.

Learning to walk in high heels became his next chore. The stumbling progress drew much giggling from a very critical and vocal audience. After watching him for a few minutes Miss Yvette decided some attachments might produce something more ladylike. The now bewildered man was seated and straps were fitted above his knees to shorten his stride.

The contraption consisted of a strap buckled about each of his legs, between them was an adjustable chain which restricted the length of his steps. His next few steps brought about another spate of laughter, but very soon it was obvious the device made him more ladylike.

Now came the question of a name, obviously Charles could no longer used. It was Hilarie who thought of it, and he whispered it quietly into Jamie’s ear. Spontaneously, both of the satin pantaleted boys began giggling uncontrollably until the two maids finally shushed them into silence. At last Jamie could control himself sufficiently to say, "I want him to be called Cassandra or Cassie for short."

It took a few moments before they caught on and Miss Daisy said. "Oh you are so naughty calling the poor man Cas Trate" before she began laughing quite uncontrollably. Poor Cassie could only flush bright red as he realized just how cruel the name was.

The amount of preparation that went into the parade took Hilarie by surprise. He had thought that they’d dress up, possibly make a further change and that would be the end of it. Instead the two maids very quickly dragooned everyone in the household who was not doing essential work.

Madame Hester turned out to be very good at creating quick witty word sketches and simple dance routines that from well-known tunes. The two boys spent most of the afternoon rehearsing a small selection that Madame Hester though would be suitable for the concert that evening. There was no difficulty in finding a suitable venue. Hilarie had not realized it until they began rehearsals, that of course the mansion had it’s own theater cum cinema.

Having never been involved in anything like this Hilarie felt quite shy and nervous. He and Jamie were still in the same costumes they had donned before lunch and initially he was rather reluctant to display himself before the staff in such a guise. His inhibitions were soon dispelled by the enthusiasm Jamie displayed for acting the roles Madame Hester had chosen for them.

 

 

Chapter Eight

The concert, as Madame Simpson-Dupree, insisted on calling it, took place prior to dinner. Almost every member of the household staff was present. They had all worked very hard to ready dinner and complete all the tasks required to maintain the mansion. Only Peggy was absent, she had drawn the short straw and tonight, would be responsible for security.

The new girl accompanied by Miss Yvette and Madame Hester opened the show. She was without a wig and in a male dressing gown, while Miss Yvette and Madame Hester were in maid’s costumes. In front of a large water tub, they broke into the classic song from - South Pacific- "I’m going to wash that man right out of my hair." Although the words were unchanged, the two maids appeared to take many liberties with the gestures and movements.

The audience certainly enjoyed the X rated version of the song. At the completion of the song a red faced and obviously embarrassed Cassandra donned a wig, removed the dressing gown revealing an identical costume to her companions. They then proceeded to complete a very credible high kick routine that almost brought down the house.

Then it was Hilarie’s turn, dressed in a pink and white silk dress covered with lacy frills he had to parade up and down the catwalk twirling a silk parasol over his shoulder. At the same time Jamie dressed in a very effeminate sailor boy outfit of blue satin and lace sang the "The Most Beautiful Girl in the World." Although the words were innocuous, it was obvious that Jamie was having great difficulties controlling his emotions.

Jamie’s blue satin pants were tight and revealing, both Hilarie and the audience were very soon aware that youth had achieved an enormous erection. It seemed to have swelled to tremendous proportions, almost threatening to burst forth from the bloomer like pantalets he wore. Poor Hilarie was terribly embarrassed by it all, but Lady Miranda, Madame Simpson-Dupree and the rest of the audience loved every moment.

Once off the stage, Miss Yvette, Madame Hester, and Cassandra returned. All were dressed in a very elaborate French maid outfit of frilly white taffeta petticoats worn beneath an even shorter black satin dress. The three sang and danced their way through a very passable rendition of Gilbert and Sullivan’s "Three little Maids from School" from "The Mikado."

Hilarie and Jamie to made a swift costume change to return and mime "Rose Marie" a Jeanette Macdonald and Nelson Eddie number," I’m in Love with you." Again Jamie’s costume had been designed to emphasize his unique endowment and with his closeness to Hilarie, the effect on him was very obvious, too obvious.

He was costumed as a "Mountie." With bright red satin tunic, blue silk breeches with a white satin stripe and high shiny black leather-riding boots. The breeches were very tight and under severe strain; for too little room had been provided for one of the larger parts of Jamie.

His partner looked absolutely gorgeous. Hilarie was in a costume of cream antique duchess satin with lace trim. Styled as a wedding dress, it was short enough to show snowy white silk pantalets beneath the gown. His hair was rolled into ringlets and his face was made up to make him look the picture of total innocence. He looked absolute beautiful.

Hilarie was very embarrassed by Jamie’s display and the more embarrassed he became, the more touching the scene. The blushing bride, and an ardent groom, the very picture of romance. When the duet finished, before Hilarie could escape from the stage Jamie swept him into his arms and proceeded to hug and kiss him To the great amusement of the audience it was several minutes before a flustered Hilarie could depart accompanied.

Then it was the turn of Cassandra to parade her wardrobe, ably assisted by the very pretty Miss Yvette. Together they paraded in a half dozen costumes, illustrating a successful gender change in gender from Charles to Cassandra.

Finally it was time the whole company to assemble for the closing number, the finale from "Kiss Me Kate." Hilarie and Jamie were still in the costumes from their number and the three maids had changed into their Mikado costumes, Hilarie had trouble keeping up with the frenetic high kicks of the remainder of the troupe. They seemed to be far more professional and practiced than he.

Jamie in particular seemed to really enjoy himself and to have absolutely no inhibitions. He had certainly lost none of his "excitement" it was highly evident in this number, seemingly ready to burst forth from its fragile silk confines. From the applause given at the end of the number, he and Hilarie seemed to be the most popular as they received a rousing ovation from the appreciative audience.

Miss Yvette took Hilarie just before they went into the dining room, quickly refreshing his face with an eau de toilette and repaired his makeup. "Well did you enjoy yourself, ma Cherie?" she asked.

Hilarie his face still flushed, partly through the exertion but more to excitement, said "Yes Miss Yvette, it was fun. "

"Though I wasn’t sure where to look, when Jamie hugged and kissed me so tightly. It was very embarrassing standing up there and every one looking when his thing was sticking out so far.

"You should not worry little one, and be gentle with him, he has fallen in love with you." Said Miss Yvette.

At her word’s Hilarie flushed a bright scarlet. "Oh no Miss Yvette, he can’t have. I’m a boy and Jamie loves only women. He told me, and that’s why he had such a problem with Cassandra, Oh please tell me it’s not true."

"I’m afraid there is no hiding of the truth Hilarie, and Jamie does think you are a girl." Said Miss Yvette.

"Oh then I must tell him the truth," said Hilarie "otherwise he will think I have been leading him on."

"You cannot Hilarie, Lady Miranda has forbidden it. You must obey her, and I’m sure her reasons will be good ones."

As much as it worried him, there was little Hilarie could do. He hated deceiving Jamie, but he had already learned there were severe penalties for going against his Aunt’s wishes.

This made it even more embarrassing for him, when Jamie seized his hand before they entered the dining room, drew him to one side, and kissed him passionately on the lips. Saying, "thank you so much for a wonderful day, I’ve had the best day of my life and its all due to you dear sweet Hilarie. I love you so much."

He looked deeply into Hilarie’s eyes and asked in a quiet voice whether this love was returned. Hilarie was taken back by his natural exuberance and openness. There was no doubt that he liked Jamie a lot. He was so friendly and open, and today despite his initial misgivings had been the most enjoyable since he had been dragooned into Lady Miranda’s household. But as to the question did he love Jamie, the only answer could be no. It was so difficult, if only he could tell Jamie that he was a boy, then he was sure the whole question would go away.

Hilarie took one of his hands, holding it gently. "Oh Jamie you are so sweet. I do like you a lot, and I’ve really enjoyed today. But I can’t say I love you, really it’s too soon to think of such things."

A broad smile engulfed Jamie’s face, "you mean that one day you might say yes?"

Hilarie was rather nonplused, "Oh Jamie, it is too soon to even think of love, we’ve only known each other for the day. Goodness knows what might happen in the future. You may find there is something about me you really hate."

 

 

Chapter Nine

He was saved from embarrassment by the arrival of Lady Miranda and Madame Dupree-Simpson. Together with the adults both boys moved into the superbly decorated dining room. Lady Miranda was not a stickler for formality but she did insist on changing for dinner, especially when there were guests present and tonight was no exception. Tonight Lady Miranda eschewed the traditional long dress selecting instead an elegant palazzo suit. In a deep forest green satin, the low cut top and sweeping full length pants were a perfect back drop to her milk white skin and deep copper tinted auburn hair. As usual she was in complete command of the situation. Her courtly bearing and regal smile gave her an aristocratic presence, which overawed even the formidable Madame Simpson-Dupree. Madame Edwina had changed into a long gown of lustrous dark blue satin. The bias cut gown clung to her long slender body like a second skin. Hilarie felt the beautiful gown would have been more suited to a far younger person.

Instead of the long dining table normally used for formal dinners, the smaller, more intimate Hepplewhite oval table had been set with candles and atop, was a beautiful flower arrangement.

"Madame Hester’s work Miranda? She would be worth stealing from you for this alone."

The two boys seated together, faced Lady Miranda and Madame Simpson-Dupree. It was a fascinating evening as Jamie and Madame Simpson-Dupree monopolized the conversation. It was light-hearted banter, the sort of talk that keeps dinner parties alive.

The stories were of the dinners they’d attended, gossip about the many the rich and celebrities. Aunt and nephew had a very discerning eye to search out pretension and describe the bizarre. Many of the tales they told would have produced some very red faces, amongst some very well known members of society if told outside the confines of the dining room. They were both amusing, Madame Simpson-Dupree having a very acidic tongue. Underneath all the banter and the smiles there was a sense of tension and unease between Madame Simpson-Dupree and her nephew.

Jamie seemed to include Hilarie in each conversation, incessantly praising his feminine beauty and charm. Jamie was still unaware of Hilarie’s true sex and it became increasingly embarrassing for Hilarie, sending flushes to his cheeks at the uninvited compliments.

This was also having an effect on Madame Simpson-Dupree; who initially had encouraged Jamie with his fulsome compliments. As the evening wore on it was obvious she was becoming uncomfortable with Jamie’s interest in Hilarie; and her comments became more terse and barbed, becoming jealous of her nephew’s feelings towards Hilarie. Lady Miranda on the other hand was quite relaxed and appeared to be unconcerned with her guest’s discomfort.

Lady Miranda watched them competing for her nephew. Had this happened before, when Edwina had been younger than Hilarie. She looked again at Edwina, still youthful looking and wondered how many people knew she had been the centerpiece of the greatest controversy of the nineteen thirties, when the British Monarch had abdicated. The press and public had accepted that an American divorcee had been responsible. Only the former Monarch’s closest friends had ever suspected there was another relationship, one so bizarre that only those who fully understood or were in the know would accept. The divorcee did love the former King, so much so that she was willing to accept a grotesque arrangement. Few would have believed the charming man was in fact a Paedophile. It was not her he loved but her young cousin Edwina, a child of twelve.

She loved him so much that she accepted his warped love and the three of them to lived in a menage a trois. Her love was not one sided, the heart torn Monarch loved her deeply but was utterly obsessed with the nymph like Edwina. Only a very small group totally loyal knew the truth. Miranda thought of asking Edwina whether she had considered publishing her memoirs, but reconsidered, thinking it would best to bring up that subject when Hilarie was not present.

Hilarie was increasingly disconcerted by Madame Simpson-Dupree’s malevolent looks that were directed in his direction following a further compliment by Jamie. Her green eyes flashed icy cold in a look of pure jealousy, and he was at a complete loss as to the reason. To his relief Lady Miranda insisted they withdrew to the Drawing room for coffee and cognac. Whilst Hilarie and Jamie sat together on the settee exchanging quiet confidences. Jamie insistent upon holding Hilarie’s hand at all times.

Through Jamie’s affectionate attitude the prettily dressed boy continued to draw the jealous wrath of Madame Simpson-Dupree. At last Lady Miranda said it was time for the children to prepare for bed. It was none too soon for Hilarie who had longed to leave this hot house atmosphere. Before they departed, Madame Simpson-Dupree insisted she be allowed to "kiss and cuddle her favorite little girl."

Hilarie at his Aunt’s insistence had to sit upon Madame Simpson-Dupree’s lap, and allow himself to be kissed and fondled. He did his best to hide the discomfort he felt. With his dress pulled up about his waist, he was now only separated from Madame Simpson-Dupree by the thin silk of his pantalets. The slinky satin of her gown seemed very flimsy and through it he was conscious of the warmth of her flesh. Previously her lips had appeared thin and hard, but as they pressed against his, they seemed to assume a life of their own.

They were very warm and soft and her moist tongue entered his mouth and began moving sensuously over his and thrust down his throat. The sensuality of this play and the touch of her hands sent a rising tide of lust flooding through his body. It seemed so perverse and ridiculous that a woman four times his age could arouse this much sexuality within him. But Madame Simpson-Dupree was still a very sensuous woman and despite his misgivings his lips began to return her affection.

So quickly was he submerged within a sea of lust that he took little notice of what was occurring about him. He became that something hard was pressing his bottom through the thin silk of his pantalets. For a moment he though it was her hand but realized these were still about his shoulders. He wriggled his bottom and the presence of the object and its pressure became more intense.

Before he had a chance to think more about it Madame Simpson-Dupree shifted uncomfortably in the chair and said he must move. Startled by her sudden change and bewildered by the passion of his body Hilarie rose, dazed, and kissed Madame Simpson-Dupree and Aunt Miranda’s cheeks to say good night. He then curtsied to both ladies before Miss Yvette took him firmly by the hand and escorted Hilarie to his bedroom.

 

 

Chapter Ten

His hot milk steamed softly on the table as Miss Yvette removed the satin gown. He stood uneasily before her as she carefully removed his makeup and cleansed his skin in preparation for bed certain in his mind there was something he should have done. It was then Hilarie realized he had completely forgotten to say goodnight to Jamie.

"Oh Miss Yvette, whatever will he think. I must go immediately and see him."

He was only partly undressed, still wearing his corset, the silk and lace pantalets with a matching chemise which Miss Yvette declared to be quite decent for his excursion.

Once again Miss Yvette warned him that he was to maintain his feminine role and under no circumstance to reveal his true sex to Jamie. Hilarie moved quietly along the heavily carpeted passage towards the "mirror" suite Madame Simpson-Dupree and Jamie shared. Each had an apartment, including a bedroom, dressing room, and bathroom. A connecting door through the bedroom allowed an intimacy for the occupants.

He knocked quietly on Jamie’s door, which stood slightly ajar. Receiving no reply he quietly entered the dimly illuminated anteroom. Just as he was about to call, a muffled cry of pain came from the bedroom. Worried he stepped into the empty room, finding the sounds coming from the adjoining bedroom through the partly opened connecting door.

The sounds continued feeling he was facing the unknown Hilarie moved cautiously forward, peeking around into the lighted bedroom. From his vantage the all-encompassing mirrors on every wall and on the ceiling brought every point of the room into his view. What he saw brought a muffled gasp of shock from his lips.

Face down kneeling on the edge of the bed, was Jamie, his bottom high in the air. Miss Cassandra still dressed in her maid’s uniform was seated beside him, and holding him down. All the outer clothing had been stripped from Jamie and he was clad only in his heavy satin corset and silk stockings. Madame Simpson-Dupree, wearing only black silk stockings attached to a black satin and lace suspender belt stood bending over him. Hilarie stood stunned unable to move as she drew back then thrust savagely forward. In the overhead mirror Hilarie saw "her" male member enter the Jamie’s rosette. A gasp broke from his lips, Hilarie was not whether it was pain or ecstasy. He stood frozen in horrified amazement, unable to take his eyes from the tableau before him. Again "Madame" Simpson-Dupree drew back readying her/him self for a thrust forward.

He sobbed "no more! Oh please no more Aunt Edwina."

Hilarie’s first instinct was to rush into the room and bring to a halt the mistreatment of his friend. He wanted to but was unable, for a minute Hilarie froze with fear; tears flooding his eyes at his cowardice before he fled from the cruel sight before him. As he turned, in hurried flight the heel of his kid sandal caught in the cord of a bedside lamp, bringing it crashing to the floor in a great shattering of glass. There was a shout from the other bedroom "of what was that noise?" but by that time Hilarie was running down the corridor.

His mind was in turmoil as he fled towards his bedroom, the voluminous legs of his silk pantalets and their lacy frills flapping with the speed of his passage. The discovery of Madame Simpson-Dupree’s sex, that she was a man was more than he could accept. The strange object that had pushed against his bottom as he’d sat upon her lap had been her erect member.

He burst into his own room almost colliding with Miss Yvette in his haste. She took one look at his tear filled eyes and swept him into her arms.

"What is the matter Ma Cherie?" Someone has frightened you non?"

He hung in her arms, as she whispered in his ear." Come Cherie tell Yvette what has frightened you."

Gradually his sobs subsided and he blurted out what he had seen. At once Miss Yvette looked worried. "Oh Hilarie it’s my fault I shouldn’t have let you go. You see her Ladyship and Madame had an agreement, Jamie was not allowed to find out you were a boy and Madame Simpson-Dupree’s sex was to be kept a secret. Now I have ruined it all and Lady Miranda will be furious."

With Miss Yvette’s arms about him Hilarie felt safe. Still trembling he managed through the sobs to tell her what he’d seen. He was still filled with horror at the thought of Jamie crouched on the bed. Held there by Miss Cassandra while being ravished by the creature they called Madame Simpson-Dupree.

"Oh come with me quickly, we must help him Miss Yvette, he’s still there. Oh please come with me and we will rescue him, oh please lets hurry."

Miss Yvette placed her hand over his mouth. "Shhh Hilarie, please Cherie, calm down. Jamie has been with his Aunt for a number of years and he seems quite happy. I’m sure what is happening at this moment is not the first time. Lady Miranda has known that Madame Simpson-Dupree is not all appears to be since she first knew her. Your Aunt did not want you to find out the fact that Madame Edwina was a man. She thought it would be too confusing for you at this stage. She is going to be so angry with me for allowing it to happen."

The panic Hilarie had felt was gone and he felt calmer, though the horror of what he had witnessed was very much in his mind.

"I don’t understand. Why did Aunt Miranda let Madame Edwina fondle me? Oh it was so horrible when she held me when she first arrived. I thought she was a woman, but now to find out she is a man. Oh it is really too awful." Hilarie’s sobs increased and Yvette held him tightly until at last they began to die away.

"Oh why did she let it happen Miss Yvette? Then after dinner when Madame insisted I sat upon her lap and she began kissing and playing with me. Aunt Miranda didn’t stop her then. Later I felt her thing against my bottom but I didn’t realize what it was. Oh Miss Yvette, Madame Edwina knew I was a boy, why would she want to do those things to me."

Miss Yvette had listened to him without saying a word. There was a growing look of incredulity on the maid’s face and it was clear she was finding his remarks very amusing.

"Oh come now Hilarie, you can’t be as innocent as all that. Miss Edwina is a man who loves boys, particularly those who are young, innocent, and very pretty. For goodness Hilarie, you are the prettiest of them all. So of course Madame Simpson-Dupree wanted to touch you and fondle you."

At that Hilarie flushed a bright red he knew there were homosexuals about but this was the first time he had really come into contact with them.

Still he couldn’t understand.

"Why would Aunt Miranda let Madame Edwina touch me? I just don’t understand."

By this time Miss Yvette was becoming uncomfortable with his implied criticism and when she replied her voice was rather sharp.

"I’m sure my Lady has her reasons, and it’s not up to you and I to question them Hilarie. I can assure you were never in any danger, now I must ready you for bed."

Hilarie knew he had gone as far as he should, "Miss Yvette, I won’t mention what I did. I won’t mention I went to Jamie’s room. Ohh but I did knock over a lamp as I left, maybe they’ll suspect someone was there."

A smile of relief came over Miss Yvette’s pretty face, even though she was very much in favor Miss Yvette did not want to face Lady Miranda when she became angry.

"Thank you Hilarie, it’s probably for the best. I’ll put Madame Flare on the floor when I leave, she can take the blame for the noise tonight."

Hilarie smiled at her, what a good idea to put the highly-strung and spoiled Siamese cat in the position to take the blame.

Miss Yvette began removing his clothing. Lowering his pantalets she unfastened the ribbons holding the sheath between his legs and began drawing the silk covering off him. Immediately he began to swell erect, Miss Yvette’s smile was enigmatic.

"Well Cherie, your adventure has not traumatized you."

Hilarie flushed red, "Oh please don’t tease me Miss Yvette, I’m still worried about poor Jamie, can’t we do something." He gave a sigh of relief as the heavy satin corset was removed from his body.

"There is little we can do Hilarie." Said as Miss Yvette as she slipped the lighter night corset about his body and began fastening it. As she continued with his preparation Miss Yvette explained that the Jamie she had first met three years ago was quite different to the on present today. "It was whilst his Mother and Sister were still alive, and he was a true monster. They were both terrified of him and even though he was only eighteen he completely ruled the household."

The white silk nightgown was slid over his head and for once his arms were not slipped into the special belt.

"But that’s not what he told me" said Hilarie. "Jamie said he loved his sister and it was all a terrible accident."

Miss Yvette continued "He probably believes what he’s telling you, the memory works in strange ways. Lady Miranda arranged for him to be "tamed" and he’s a very sweet person now. But it did take a lot of changing." Miss Yvette began to raise his nightgown and reached for her taffeta glove in preparation for his relief.

Hilarie said "Oh no Miss Yvette, not tonight please. I just want to go to sleep."

The lovely maid smiled at him." I’m not sure whether this is a good idea Hilarie, but okay, tonight we’ll have two secrets to keep."

With that she kissed him gently on the forehead, pulled the bedclothes about him, and turned off the light.

 

 

Chapter Eleven

His rest was fitful suddenly he was awake. The light was on and Madame Simpson-Dupree, Jamie, and Miss Cassandra were in his room. He was frightened there was something quite menacing in the way they were standing over him. Madame Simpson-Dupree pulled the bedclothes from him.

"Turn him over" she said and Jamie and the maid seized his arms.

"Let me go" shouted Hilarie.

"Gag him" snarled Madame Simpson-Dupree.

Jamie thrust a pair of silk panties into his mouth, binding them with a stocking. Screaming soundlessly Hilarie fought to struggle free but he overwhelmed and slowly pulled towards the end of the bed. His body was pulled and twisted until he was forced into the horrible position Jamie had been forced to adopt only hours beforehand.

Now tightly in the grip of Jamie and Miss Cassandra he watched in silent horror as Madame Simpson-Dupree raised his nightgown and bared his bottom. She stroked and fondled him on his buttocks and between his legs. Then reaching down she rushed her dark blue satin dress until it was about her waist. Her member was erect and engorged, Madame Simpson-Dupree rubbed her hand lewdly up and down the empurpled organ as Hilarie waited with nameless horror.

She reached forward spreading his buttocks, and pressed the tip of her member against his clenched tight rosette, then with a cruel smile touching her lips she thrust savagely forward into the helpless boy.

Hilarie awake with a soundless scream, there was no pain he was alone in his room it had been a terrible dream. He could feel the sticky feel of his semen spread across the silk of his gown. He lay in the dark, trembling from the experience, it had been so real, so dreadfully real. The worst and most terrible part, was how much was he had responded to the dream. He had been terrified, but there had been a strange feeling of excitement too, as though he had wanted it to continue. Then there was the evidence that remained upon his silk nightgown. The proof of the excitement that would remain till Miss Yvette released him in the morning.

When Madame Simpson-Dupree had kissed him on the lips after dinner, he had experienced a strange feeling of orgasmic pleasure. At the time he’d felt disquieted, because someone so elderly had been able to rouse such a feeling of lust in himself. Now he felt totally disgusted that a man should have been able to that to him. Right and wrong no longer had any meaning. Did this mean he was seeking the same experience that had so disgusted him a few short hours ago?

He was glad to be able to put his fears behind him and with his nodding with tiredness he once more drifted into a seamless sleep. Towards morning Hilarie was suddenly wakened by the sound of the door opening quietly. Before he could emerge from befuddled sleep a hand was placed over his mouth preventing any sound emerging. Startled, his eyes opened to find Jamie looking at him.

"Don’t try and make any noise or struggle or we’ll hurt you." The kind look was no longer there and sneering indifference had replaced the sensitive smile.

Terrified he could just lie there as the coverings were pulled from his body by Jamie’s Aunt Madame Simpson-Dupree. Then she leaned forward and kissed him fully on the lips, her tongue like a snake reaching in and finding his. He tried to squirm away but it was hopeless. Still kissing him, Madame Simpson-Dupree reached a red talon tipped hand to the hem of his nightdress and slowly drew it up above his waist.

Jamie gave a soft moan, fear or envy Hilarie could not tell. His hands were now holding Hilarie’s arms tightly preventing any struggle. He had looked at what was exposed, startled. Now his eyes were still looking directly at Hilarie and there was sadness, mixed with triumph in his eyes. The eyes were bright with a malicious gleam that said you’re no better than I. Now Madame Simpson-Dupree, her mouth still tightly adhered to his reached with one hand towards the vee between his legs. He began struggling and tried to scream "NO leave me be" but it was impossible. He was already tightly erect and despite the cold fear engulfing him, her touch was as soft as the silk glove Miss Yvette used. Despite himself he began to respond, his body beginning to accept the caress of the red tipped fingers. Jamie said softly." Accept it Hilarie you’re one of us now."

At that Hilarie renewed his struggle, "No No you can’t make do this you can’t."

By now Madame Simpson-Dupree’s tongue was completely engulfing his, her fingers tightened about his member and he knew that he had as much chance as an ice ball in a furnace in stopping his body responding. Within seconds he erupted into an orgasm. The seminal fluid leaving his body likes a white-hot stream, leaving him gasping in its wake. He cried out in desperation

"No you wont make me be like Jamie, I’ll never submit ever" He struggled now to throw off the hands that held him down.

"Hilarie wake up, stop hitting me and don’t shout."

Hilarie opened his eyes, looking directly into Miss Yvette’s rather concerned face. "Where are Jamie and Madame Simpson-Dupree? Have they gone?"

"Oh you silly goose Hilarie, they haven’t been here, it must have been a dream." Said Miss Yvette, at last beginning to smile.

"It can’t have been, both of them were here. Jamie was holding me down and Madame was kissing me and holding my member, oh it was so horrible." Said Hilarie tears beginning to form in his eyes.

Miss Yvette drew back the covers, tut, tutting as she saw the stains covering the front of his satin nightgown. The last one still wet and spreading.

"I’m afraid that you were very excited last night Ma Cherie. I should have been more careful in relieving you, by the state of your gown you have at least three wet dreams. Next time Madame Simpson Dupree is here I’ll be more careful."

Miss Yvette quickly removed the bedclothes from him. There was a laugh in her voice as she said. "Its’ just as well Jamie is not here at the moment, it would destroy his illusion of you as a sweet little girl. For they certainly don’t mess up their night dresses in the way that you have messed up yours."

Hilarie hoped she spoke in jest, as he blushed in embarrassment at the insinuation.

He wanted to see Jamie again, but after the events of last night he was frightened to face Madame Simpson-Dupree

"Please Miss Yvette, can I stay in my room?"

Miss Yvette frowned. "Stay in your room, whatever for Hilarie?" Immediately a look of comprehension crossed her face. "No! Ma Cherie, you certainly cannot. You are afraid of what you saw last night, oui? No you must face your nightmares a coward dies a thousand death but the brave dies only once. Now let us speak no more about it. Lady Miranda would be very cross, that you even thought of avoiding her guests. You would be severely punished. Come, dress quickly and I’ll say no more about it."

 

 

Chapter Twelve

His shower was brisk, and Miss Yvette seemed to be rather firmer than usual when she dried and powdered him. She was merciless in tightening his corset and he hung gasping as the cruel heavily boned satin corset was tightened about him. She left him fastened to the trapeze as the white silk stockings were drawn up his legs and tautly fastened to the suspenders on the corset.

White frilled silk pantalets whispered into place. They were long with the deep soft lace frills falling below his calves. About his hips they were quite loose, and he felt rather exposed and vulnerable.

"Miss Yvette, my sheath, you’ve forgotten it." Said Hilarie.

Her smile was arch. "Come now Hilarie, I’ve not forgotten, its’ time for you to exercise some control."

Hilarie shuddered, it was going to be a difficult time. He knew that his reaction to fear was to become hard and erect. If he did so then he knew he would suffer a humiliating punishment at the red taloned hands of the person he most feared.

Releasing the chastened boy from the trapeze, Miss Yvette drew a silk petticoat over his head. The silk bodice was heavily lace frilled and tucked. Beneath the slim fitting bodice was a mass of taffeta skirts short and full. They stood out from his body almost like a ballet ‘tutu’. They slithered silkily about him, the mass of taffeta whispering sibilantly with every movement unfortunately they were too short to offer the protection he so desperately wanted to hide his most troubled area.

The dress was in silk organza, in delightful rich cream color. It was richly appliquéd in a slightly darker cream. The neckline was finished in a wide Quaker collar of dark cream Flemish lace, This same lace was echoed on the elbow length sleeves and the bottom of the skirt, both being completed with a six-inch frill. Miss Yvette completed his attire with cream silk high heeled ‘Mary Jane’ shoes and as a finishing touch tied a white satin ribbon in his hair.

His makeup was surprising light and natural. Gone was yesterday’s heavy white pancake. Instead a light blue highlighter was touched to his eyelids with light mascara applied to lengthen his eyelashes, blusher added to his cheekbones and a soft red lipstick to his lips.

Miss Yvette stood him before the mirror. After yesterday’s experience in the heavy makeup and his little girl outfit he had expected this costume too more acceptable. He was doomed to disappointment. Yesterday, the image had been bizarre. Today he was innocence personified. The golden hair tied in a ribbon, the light almost invisible makeup, wide flaring skirts held on ethereally light taffeta petticoats, the seeming innocent display of white silken pantalets. The ultimate vision of virginal naivety.

Stricken by the sight of this image, and knowing how it would inflame Madame Simpson-Dupree and Jamie he turned towards Miss Yvette pleading.

"Oh please don’t make me go out like this, oh please Miss Yvette."

"Don’t be a silly goose, Hilarie you look perfectly lovely. Lady Miranda will be so proud of you."

"But Miss Yvette, you told me last night, that Madame Simpson-Dupree, likes her victims to be innocent looking. Why am I dressed like this?" said Hilarie, the fear starting tears from his eyes.

Miss Hilarie looked at her stricken charge, she did feel rather guilty at the fear he was feeling. Lady Miranda, however had been quite adamant, "he must get used to feeling vulnerable and this will certainly help" she had said.

"No more argument Hilarie its’ time to take your guests to breakfast."

For a moment there was a flash of sympathy in Miss Yvette’s eyes, the poor boy was terrified of Madame Simpson-Dupree but there was a purpose in exposing him to people like her (or him). Lady Miranda had been very pleased when Yvette had assured her plan had worked, Hilarie had discovered Jamie and Madame Simpson-Dupree having sexual congress.

Lady Miranda had said that he would be terrified of her and this could be used ably to threaten Hilarie in all sorts of ways. "Why imagine?" she said" if I suggested he stay with her for a few days. What do you think his attitude would be?"

"Oh My Lady, I see what you mean."

Looking at the terrified boy, Yvette was once again astounded by the insight Lady Miranda had into people’s characters, and the manipulation of their fears. Now was not the time to feel or offer any sympathy to the boy.

"Now you are being foolish Hilarie, we want you to look pretty for your guests. Now do stop sniveling sissy boy and join them for breakfast."

A chastened Hilarie walked into the morning room. Lady Miranda and Madame Simpson-Dupree were already present. As usual Lady Miranda looked regally beautiful, dressed this morning in long gown of rose colored satin. It was bias cut, quite loose but the soft fabric draped closely outlining her magnificent figure. Hilarie gave his Aunt a good morning kiss as she offered her cream smooth cheek to him.

It was impossible to ignore her beauty. The smooth milk white skin beneath the dark copper hair. She was breathtakingly beautiful; dark green eyes, with that hint of cruelty in them. The smooth aristocratic nose and magnificently high cheekbones, beneath them the wide generous lips, blood red with that hint of a sardonic smile. Today she drew him close to her, hugging him tightly. Hilarie was truly surprised it was the first sign of affection he had received from her.

"And what about me?" said Madame Simpson-Dupree her voice was unnaturally high with poorly concealed jealous anger. Hilarie turned towards her she was dressed in a dark blue silk trouser suit which draped beautifully about her tall slim body. Beneath the shaped double-breasted jacket she wore a man tailored satin shirt, complete with a wide wine colored silk Windsor knotted tie. This bore an insignia Hilarie was becoming to be all to familiar with, a series of chained silver colored cupids.

Despite the mannish styled costume she looked utterly feminine and only half her age. If Hilarie had been unaware of her age and had not learned of her secret last night he would have accepted Madame Simpson-Dupree as an extremely attractive woman in her late forties.

She held out her arms beckoning, and Hilarie desperately trying to conceal his fear of the woman leaned forward to kiss her. Madame Simpson-Dupree would allow no shyness on his behalf and swept him into her arms.

Her body pressed hard into his and Hilarie quickly became aware that Madame Simpson-Dupree was easily aroused as he felt her swell and become erect. The rod like protuberance was impossible to ignore, and was now clearly visible beneath the clinging silk trousers.

She stepped back from him, smiling rather sheepishly as she turned towards Lady Miranda.

"It looks like my secret’s out, sorry Miranda darling "she said "but she’s so beautiful I just couldn’t help myself. Next time I’ll have to wear a restraint."

 

 

Chapter Thirteen

At that moment Jamie walked into the room. Hilarie looked at him in astonishment. Yesterday when he arrived he had been dressed as a fashionable man about town, despite the feminine corset and underwear beneath the suit he had appeared smart and masculine. Today he wore almost exactly the same suit as his Aunt in the same dark blue silk but there were differences that made his outfit appear more feminine than Madame Simpson-Dupree’s.

The jacket was very tightly waisted emphasizing the tight corset he wore beneath it. The cream satin shirt beneath the jacket was more like a blouse with lace trimming added to the cuffs and collar. A large floppy silk lace trimmed handkerchief water falled from his breast pocket before finishing half way down his jacket.

His trousers were incredibly tight waisted and very full in the hips. Then they tapered gently in soft folds to be caught tightly about his ankles. They were short enough to display clocked cream silk stockings and the 3-inch "Louis" heels of his glace kid court shoes. Visible on his left ankle were two very slender gold slave anklets and the short fine chain that joined them.

Lady Miranda looked at the astonishment on her nephew’s face. There was a satisfying irony in the pair before them, they were both male but no one would suspect that the very feminine appearing Edwina Simpson-Dupree was as forceful and virile as she was reputed to be. A cock and a capon, she thought to herself, looking at the still tented silk trousers of the haughty Madame, whose predatory gaze was still fastened upon the astonished Hilarie. If any one can be used to frighten the child, it is Edwina.

Madame Edwina insisted Hilarie sat next to her at the table and not to be out done Jamie was seated on the other side. The Simpson-Dupree hands seemed to constantly finding an excuse to touch Hilarie. There was no overt sexual caressing just a gentle brush against his leg or the seemingly accidental touch of his hair. And it came from both parties this time. Now it seemed both Jamie and Madame Edwina were in competition. Which perhaps they were.

Thankfully Lady Miranda said the two children should spend a little together before Jamie left. Hilarie was very happy to remove himself from the rather hothouse atmosphere that had developed in the breakfast room and allowed Jamie to accompany him to his bedroom. With the picture of what he had seen last night, between Madame Edwina and Jamie it was impossible to rekindle the warmth he had felt towards the youth yesterday.

This preoccupation was heightened by the way each of them were dressed, Hilarie didn’t feel as at ease, as he had felt yesterday when both of them had been wearing clothing. Today with Jamie in grown up clothing, no matter that it was rather effeminate, Hilarie felt intimidated.

Jamie tried to put his arm about him, but quickly realized that Hilarie was feeling uncomfortable with his caressing and looked quite upset at his rejection. Hilarie didn’t want to upset him, he really did like the sensitive youth, but every time Jamie touched him the image of he and Madame Edwina’s activity last night returned.

"What have I done Hilarie? I can feel you don’t like me touching you and I love you so much. I just want to hold you?" A touch of moisture was present in the corner of his eye.

Hilarie didn’t want to hurt his feelings and told a white lie "Oh Jamie, yesterday we were alike" she saw a look of puzzlement cross his face. "We were dressed alike and sharing all sorts of secrets, today you’re an adult and I’m still dressed as a child, it makes me feel so dominated."

He was rewarded with a wide smile, "Oh I’m sorry you feel that way Hilarie, I hope you don’t think I’m responsible. If you like I will go and change."

"No don’t, its’ all right really!" said Hilarie

"Whatever will make you happy " said Jamie. "I was worried that it might have been because of Aunt Edwina."

Hilarie had not expected Jamie to be quite as direct about his Aunt as this. "It did come as quite a shock last night" he replied.

Without warning the color completely left Jamie’s face, he turned a deathly pale. "You knew last night?"

At once Hilarie knew Jamie was referring to the event he was not supposed to know about, his coupling with his Aunt. He decided to save the youth embarrassment.

"Yes Jamie, when I sat on her knee, she became erect and she was pressing against my bottom. I didn’t understand it at the time." Up till that moment Hilarie had meant to say no more, but at once he knew he had to be honest.

"I’m sorry Jamie, then I went to say goodnight to you, and saw the two of you on the bed, that’s when I understood." Said Hilarie.

Jamie was devastated, at once his eyes were full of tears "Oh Hilarie what must you think of me? After all I’ve said about loving you, but I meant every word of it."

Hilarie could not ignore his sorrow any longer. With taffeta petticoats fluttering about him, he ran to Jamie and put his arms about the sobbing youth.

"Please Jamie don’t cry, I know you couldn’t help it." Said Hilarie.

Jamie clutched Hilarie tightly, his sobs gradually subsiding. With his voice still choked with emotion. "I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help it. They’ve made me into a monster and I’ll understand if you hate me."

Hilarie released him, but continued to hold his hand. Close to him, Hilarie was very aware of the effeminate manner of his dress. His long blonde hair was drawn back into a pigtail but instead of being held by a masculine clip, a blue silk ribbon was used. A light make up had been used on his face, but it was still obvious that he was wearing it. The eyeliner, blusher and lipstick all emphasizing his delicate and pretty features. All this would have been fine if Jamie had been a girl, but must cause such humiliation when he appeared in public on the arm of his Aunt.

"Oh Jamie! Why does she do this to you? Yesterday you looked so handsome and manly. " Hilarie’s voice was sharp with exasperation.

"Because I said you were so beautiful and that I loved you. It has made Aunt Edwina very jealous, so she humiliates in all sorts of ways. She thinks you will laugh at me, and think I’m just a stupid sissy. I wouldn’t blame you Hilarie, because I can never be changed now."

Hilarie tightened his grip on Jamie’s hand

"Jamie you must never ever give up. You’ll always be my friend and I’ll always like you. So don’t give up ever."

Hilarie leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. Then hand in hand they walked backed to face the two women and whatever fate had been decided during their absence

 

 

The end of Book Two of The Gilded Cage. Hilarie’ struggle against feminization by Lady Miranda Fauntleroy is continued in Book Three. In this continuing sequel, Hilarie meets Alice Chesterfield, a beautiful and very strange child like girl who has the most bizarre secret. Hilarie is placed in Alice’s care and suffers some strange, exciting and humiliating experiences.

 

 

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