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The Gilded Cage                   by: Ann Browning

 

Synopsis.

Emily Richmond a shy and extremely wealthy widow, knows she is near death. Her eighteen year old son Hilarie has become uncontrollable and is mixing with the wrong people. Emily makes him a ward of her estranged her sister-in-law, Lady Miranda Fauntleroy, a specialist in the treatment of uncontrollable boys.

Taken to Lady Miranda’s mansion, Hilarie undergoes a program of discipline and feminization. He spends the first weeks as an infant girl but refuses to accept his feminization and desperately wants to return to his life as a man.

Lady Miranda has threatened him with a change of sex if he does not bow to her will. Hilarie meets Jamie who has undergone treatment at the hands of the surgeon Doctor Buell. During the visitor of Jamie and his Aunt, Madame Edwina, Hilarie is dressed as a Victorian Doll and undergoes some intense humiliation.

Throughout the visit Hilarie must disguise his truer sex from Jamie. Later that night, Hilarie discovers that the elegant Madame Edwina is a male and that she and Jamie are lovers. Before Jamie leaves he swears his love for the beautiful Hilarie.

 

BOOK THREE - ALICE

Chapter One.

Following the departure of Jamie and Mrs. Simpson-Dupree, life began to fall into a routine. Aunt Miranda arose about ten and liked Hilarie to join her and together they’d enjoy a light brunch. The remainder of the Countess’s day seemed to be taken up with lunch with one or a number of her friends; or chairing one of the innumerable committees she seemed to belong to.

Lady Miranda was extremely wealthy and was a prominent member of the best social circles of Philadelphia. The Patron of many worthy charity’s, her life was also filled with bridge parties, tennis afternoons, golf, and lunch with her friends. Her mansion the scene of much of her entertainment was divided into two areas, a public one full of the very best and tasteful object d’art, where the paintings on the silk paneled walls were classical and conservative. In this area the most conservative and puritanical would feel comfortable surrounded by the best of taste. It was here Lady Miranda held her soirees, cocktail parties, and formal dinner parties often followed by a musical evening or dancing complete with a string quartet or a palm orchestra.

Hilarie for the time being at least was excluded from these events, but was encouraged to watch the proceedings through the closed circuit television that ran through the whole mansion. He was astounded by how many well-known personalities thronged the house during this time. Not just celebrities but the movers and shakers of society he’d often seen on television or in magazines.

A discrete doorway, always locked during social gatherings, lead to the remainder of her home. This was equally well appointed the furnishings more lavish sumptuous and sensual. The same good taste was present but it was more erotic, the objects d’art more explicit. The display ranged from European chastity belts to delicate and exquisite Asian art of sexual scenes and objects. Classical ivory dildos carved and decorated, gold love eggs objects from Asia, Europe, and the Americas. All were priceless museum pieces and hung amongst classical European scenes, designed to create a feeling of sensuality and sexuality. Some of it subtle and some quite explicit, but all of it quite exquisite.

The control his Aunt exercised over him was even more puzzling. Her wealth meant it was obviously not for his money. Whatever the real reason was, Hilarie could not even guess at, but it appeared to have a far darker, sinister motive than the mere takeover of his inheritance. Some other demons drove her to exercise the cruel and sometimes savage domination over him. Jamie’s visit had given him some ideas to ponder upon but they still remained beyond his comprehension. There was not a lot of time for thinking. Aunt Miranda insisted on Hilarie undertaking a solid round of studies. Despite this Hilarie found the days dragging, he was becoming bored with the constant routine and consequently his behavior was once again deteriorating. Each day seemed the same, once brunch was finished Miss Yvette was his only company until later in the evening. Or if Lady Miranda had a dinner engagement he would not see her until the following morning. Through all this period, Miss Yvette kept him hard at work on his schooling. Literature, economics, music, mathematics, poor Hilarie had never been so busy in his life. Sometimes if Miss Yvette was otherwise occupied, it would be Peggy who tutored him; the subject was usually mathematics.

Throughout this he still wore his little girl clothes during the day. While it was far preferable to the baby wear he had started out in, it was far from comfortable. For beneath all the soft frills and exquisite lace flounces was a very tight and inflexible corset. Made from white satin and rigidly boned it pressed into him from all angles, and formed an unremitting physical control. It so restricted his lungs that times he felt quite light headed if he moved too quickly.

Nor could he escape the mental pressure the feelings of unending constraint. His whole body was continually under pressure, the corset of course was the most constricting, but other more gentle pressure came from the silk stockings. There were ten suspenders; five on each leg exerted a gentle but constant pressure every time he moved.

On his feet the "Mary Jane’s" in sleek kid with four inch high heels were tight about his instep and toes. The high heels tipped his body forward into what was for Hilarie still an unnatural stance. Originally these had caused agonizing cramps in his calves, but the frequency of these was gradually decreasing.

The most ordinary task of moving about and simply sitting was difficult. The problems Hilarie experienced were similar to those faced by Victorian women of a hundred years ago. Despite the shortness of his crinoline skirt, no matter how carefully he arranged the skirts and petticoat they bunched up and threatened too completely envelope him. They were so full and voluminous; no matter what position he chose it was quite distressing sitting in the narrow chairs’ Miss Yvette had provided.

Gloves placed on his hands each morning were constrictly tight upon his hands and arms. Usually they were the thin leather glace kid gloves reaching above his wrists. Very thin, almost transparent the leather was extremely slippery making it difficult to pick up any but the largest objects. Sometimes these were replaced with silk or satin long gloves, which completely encased his arms and provided even less freedom.

It was impossible to remove any clothing. The buttons or fastenings were so positioned that he could not reach them or they were fastened too tightly for his leather or silk encased hands to undo them. While Jamie was visiting, he had escaped the bonnet. The bonnet had returned, he had escaped this while Jamie was visiting; now it was a real torment. It had tortured him before and he had never considered just how difficult a bonnet could be to wear. The padded taffeta restricted his vision and made hearing very difficult and when he wished to see, he was forced to turn his whole body.

The mental anguish inflicted upon him was far worse than the pain and fatigue he felt from physical restraint. Wearing girls clothing was a terrible burden and to be completely controlled by the frills and flounces made the physical pain pale into insignificance. Dressed in this fashion he could not carry out any of his bodily function upon his own. It was impossible to undo the fastening on his silk clothing or maneuver the voluminous dress and petticoats to use the toilet. Silk, satin, and lace dominated him.

 

Chapter two

The clothing was the consequence of his behavior last week. That morning he had been still dressed in a nightdress and negligee. It had been a beautiful morning and to a casual observer two women were enjoying the early morning sun as they took their breakfast on the sunny balcony. Sited above the Olympic size swimming pool, the balcony, strewn with exotic plants was a calm and peaceful oasis.

Any person not acquainted, with them would have had difficulty deciding their relationship. Despite the difference in hair coloring there was an uncanny likeness between them. They could have been Mother and Daughter, accept there just did not appear enough age difference between the titian haired beauty and the delicate blonde. Sisters, would probably have been the consensus opinion.

None would have accepted the bizarre idea that they were Aunt and Nephew. They were dressed alike; each wore a satin nightgown in a delicate peach color. At that very moment Miss Yvette was releasing Hilarie’s hands, once again giving him freedom of movement. For each night just before being tucked up in bed, the specially constructed sleeves were pulled over his hands and fingers, and the ends closed with silken cords. These, once tied about his waist, encased his arms forming a miniature straitjacket to prevent him reaching and playing with his "joystick."

It was a preventive measure, for the beautiful boy was continually assaulted by waves of priapism. Induced by a cocktail of hormones that he unknowingly swallowed and further excited by a prostate "tickler" he now had to accept at night. The latter treatment had begun just after Jamie and Madame Simpson-Dupree had departed, two weeks ago. Hilarie was sure it was all part of Lady Miranda’s PET treatment.

Jamie had explained to him some of the philosophy behind the cruelly efficient method. The system was based upon creating mental and physical contradictions. A mixture of hormones and sensuality was used to produce intense male sexual excitement within a body seduced by the most sensual feminine surroundings. They deliberately aroused all his masculine feelings as they fought against being overwhelmed by feminine sensuality.

"In the end" Jamie had said, "you become addicted to these perverse feelings, you will do anything to seek relief. I will let Tante beat me, I will wear the most humiliating costume and carry out any degradation demanded because I know if I obey, either she will relief me, or instruct Mr. Trate to do so. After two hours I would do anything for the touch of their hands."

Left alone Hilarie would have become quite addicted to the self-relief of the sensual priapism that had become part of his life. The employment of the exciter had been a terrible shock, partly due to its sudden and abrupt introduction and to this day no reason had been given.

The humiliation he felt when Miss Yvette had introduced him to it. She had shown it to him; it was about the two inches long and an inch thick. Tapering at the end into a thin stem two inches long, fixed to this was a base about three inches in diameter. When he had first seen it reminded him of a small gold wine goblet with a softly pointed rounded top.

Miss Yvette gave it to him to hold. It felt alive; the slightest movement made it tremble and shiver in his hand. She had explained that it contained two or three drops of mercury, and within the very thin gold walls these caused the vessel to vibrate. She told him he would sometimes be wearing one in his rosette at night. When he asked why, he was told just to accept that the device was for his own good.

The shock of its entry devastated him. Both Peggy and Miss Yvette had been present, and he had been prepared for bed. Peggy had bent him over her lap as Miss Yvette raised and draped his nightgown over his hips and inserted the well-greased object. The entry was not painful but he felt completely used and helpless at the ravishment of his body. It was an unwelcome transgressor and try as he might he be able to not expel it.

Peggy and Miss Yvette fitted the device only at night, and the effect upon his sexuality was immediate. Prior to the use of the exciter, on some nights with his body overwhelmed by the sensuality of his surroundings, he’d have a "wet" dream. Hilarie would awake, trembling, and unfulfilled at the end of erotic phantasm, to find the seminal fluid erupting from his body. Now every night without fail, his sleep was interrupted by one and sometimes two erotic dreams, each resulting in a gushing of his fluids.

It was all due, so Miss Yvette said to it tickling his prostate. Why this was needed, she would not say. After the first few days the size had gradually grown, now the object was two inches in diameter, but there was no increase in length. To his despair, his body was beginning to welcome the night comer; it’s appearance in Miss Yvette’s hands resulting in an immediate erection. Miss Yvette always removed the exciter as soon as he awoke, but never the evidence of its result. She appeared to take perverse delight in leaving the stains in full view for all to see. Then he had to endure the sneers and giggles of the servants until he was allowed to dress for the day,

That is why this morning he felt even more uncomfortable in the beautiful garments. Over his gown he wore a long sleeved negligee with intricate white Venetian lace falling lavishly from the cuffs to almost cover his fingers. The self-same lace decorated the "Peter Pan" collar and the hem of the voluminous skirt. Unfortunately the gown only fastened at the neck and it was impossible to cover his nightgown.

During the night he’d had two "wet dreams," and its sticky evidence, now dry thank goodness, was evident. The pale stains spread lavishly over the front of the gown. He tried to hide it beneath the negligee, but Aunt Miranda could plainly see it. She’d raised her eyebrows at the sully on his gown and her lips carried a sardonic smile. "It looks as though you had some exciting dreams last night."

 

Chapter Three

Hilarie blushed bright red, normally Lady Miranda never commented on his night’s action. Even though each morning he felt totally humiliated in having to display the evidence of his nocturnal excitement before his Aunt. Why he felt the guilt he could not understand, because it was she who was responsible for his actions.

"Did you have another dream about Madame Simpson-Dupree" she asked her eyebrows arching in question? Her inquiry had brought an even deeper flush. This time it spread over his whole body, making it clear that her question had struck its mark. Hilarie tried to stutter that no of course it hadn’t but he could see it was no use.

"Wait" she said "I’ll ring for Miss Yvette, she must also hear this."

During the few minutes it took Miss Yvette to arrive, Hilarie pleaded with Lady Miranda that he didn’t want to talk about the dream, that it was too personal and horrifying to recount. His plea was in vain and with Miss Yvette standing beside his Aunt he had to recount the night. First they made him stand and display his stained gown. Miss Yvette examined it closely and insisted that there were three dreams not two.

He pleaded once more that he could remember nothing of what had taken place. Lady Miranda looked at him, "Hilarie please do not lie, now tell us about your dream."

Red faced, he tried to gloss over what he had fantasized about last night. It was to no avail; they made him detail every event. Seeking his explanation as to what had led to the stains on his gown. The dream or nightmare as it had become was similar to the one he had experienced when Jamie and Madame Simpson-Dupree had stayed.

In the dream he was wakened by the sound of the door opening and before he can move, Jamie seizes his hands. Struggle as he might he is unable to escape from him. He begs Jamie to let him go, but in the dream Jamie seems to become someone else. The dream Jamie is much stronger and more vicious than the one Hilarie knows. The blankets are torn from his body and his legs pulled apart and at that moment Madame Edwina enters.

She is dressed in a tight red silk dress and in the dream Hilarie thinks she is a woman. Immediately she remonstrates with Jamie for holding Hilarie down and pulling the blankets from him. Jamie then raises Hilarie’s nightgown and says.

"Dear Aunt I have captured him for you, look see what he has. He is one of us. !"

Madame Edwina looks closely at him and laughs saying, "the little devil look what he was trying to hide."

She steps closer to Jamie and kisses him full on the lips and says "thank you darling, you are really a good boy." She then reaches down, raises the hem of her gown and Hilarie can see she has an enormous erect member. Madame Edwina advances upon him and is about to insert in his rosette, at that moment he always awakes, trembling and afraid.

The telling of the dream brought little sympathy from the two women, as the end of Hilarie’s telling Lady Miranda raised an eyebrow in question once again and asked

"Well Hilarie is she right? Are you one of them?"

If was possible to add another blush on top of those already produced Hilarie would have gone completely scarlet.

"Of course not Aunt Miranda, of course I’m not."

"You are protesting a lot about not being one of them, what do you mean exactly? What do think Madame Edwina and Jamie are?"

Finally Hilarie had to come face to face with the dreams he had been having. Blushing again he dropped his face, looking down rather than into his Aunt’s eyes.

"They are "queers", "fairies" and they’re trying to say I’m one" he mumbled.

"Hilarie look at me when you speak, are you saying that Madame Edwina and Jamie are homosexual. Come darling explain why you think so?" said Lady Miranda.

He had to recount to his Aunt what he had felt when he sat upon Madame Edwina’s lap and later what he had seen in her bedroom. The act he had witnessed between Madame Edwina and Jamie. Then later the next morning when Madame Edwina had an erection when she had kissed Hilarie the morning before she left. He felt very embarrassed explaining this to his Aunt, it had been far easier talking to Miss Yvette. She listened attentively, which made it even more difficult.

"I’m sure you’re right Hilarie it’s quite evident that Madame Edwina has some male equipment, but she thinks herself to be a woman. She considers herself to be transsexual, a woman in a man’s body. I think you are judging her rather harshly. Do you think she is wrong?"

Hilarie was taken back, he thought Aunt Miranda would agree with him, now he didn’t know what to do.

"Oh Aunt Miranda I think its wrong and I’m not one of them and never will be."

Overcome by what he felt Hilarie started sobbing quietly. Aunt Miranda put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it gently.

"Don’t get upset Hilarie, time will tell whether you are right. However I don’t think you should make harsh judgements of others. You never know how they will reflect on you later. Now relax and let us enjoy our breakfast."

A week had passed since the talk over breakfast and he had seen little of Lady Miranda since. He was even more troubled. It was not only his sexual excess that made him uncomfortable. He felt more and more overwhelmed by the sheer femininity of his clothing and surroundings. They were dominating and engulfing him, he felt trapped and as helpless as a fish in a net.

The net was delicate, a silken one, but the strands were strong. He was forced to swim endlessly, directed by the silken threads to the ends his Aunt wanted. It was like being slowly drowned in the most ambrosial of wines, every gasping mouthful was delicious, but if sewer water had been substituted the end would still be the same. You would drown.

Although Jamie had not had the time to completely detail his PET training experiences he had told Hilarie enough to really terrify him. According to him and Hilarie could not find anything to contradict him; it was a very strict regime they went through, right from the moment they had arrived at the clinic. Some had arrived drugged and unconscious.

Jamie had said this was because these were the rudest and roughest of the boys. Those that had proved completely uncontrollable and had been packed off by their parents in the hope that they would be returned completely different. That he said with an ironic smile happened very often.

The number of boys far outnumbered the girls at the institutions, though from his experience there were quite a number involved. It had been difficult enough for Jamie to accept the regime, even though he had agreed because of the enormous sense of guilt he had felt about his sister’s death. His Aunt, Madame Simpson-Dupree, had insisted that it was either the PET training and through the Institute or he would have to face the justice through the courts.

"Sometimes, when I was there, I wished I had chosen the other option. There were times when death seemed preferable to what had to be faced."

There was a small group of us all enrolled on the same day. Four of us were boys and two were girls. We were separated from the girls most of the time so I’m not sure what you would have gone through, but if it was similar to the boys, pray you be not placed in any PET training. Hilarie managed to show no expression at Jamie concern, and let him continue.

The first six months were spent as a baby; we had to wear napkins and baby clothes. All our meals were liquid and we were allowed no toilet facilities so you can imagine what it was like. It seemed to last forever. The only way we were allowed to communicate was in baby talk. By the time it was over our spirits were broken. I for one would do anything from that point so I would never be put back in "baby-land" as they called it.

Hilarie had the terrible urge to say he knew what he had been put through, but of course he knew that was impossible otherwise he would spoil Jamie’s image of him as the quintessential girl. If what Jamie had described to him was true he knew he still faced some terrible experiences. Jamie had not wanted to go into great detail on what had occurred to him during his time in the Institute. Much of it brought back too many bad memories. He was quick to assure Hilarie that there had been no cruelty just strict discipline.

Hilarie had asked why did they do use such a system. Surely there were other ways of bringing about changes to the uncontrollable boys and girls. Jamie had felt more comfortable talking about this. It seemed that the parents or wards of the children had an absolute need for control over their charges. The PET training was the most certain way of achieving this.

Hilarie insisted there must be other ways of making the obedient children, rather than all the humiliation and pain they used. Jamie went into a long explanation as why power and control were quite separate to the issue of obedience, Hilarie couldn’t follow all his argument at the time but since then he’d the more he thought about it the clearer it became. He now realized what was occurring to him and it must be stopped. He tried to steel himself for what lay ahead. This morning it was time to tell Aunt Miranda he must be released from his imprisonment.

 

Chapter Four

As he joined her on the balcony Aunt Miranda appeared very relaxed and happy. She complimented him on his appearance saying how pleased she was with his appearance and manners. She said she’d had no idea that he’d turn out to be such a beauty and she was so happy he was now accepting his new role as a girl was. Without thinking, Hilarie blurted out that this was not true. Although he wished to please her, he wanted to stay as a boy and to return home and live a "normal" life.

Aunt Miranda appeared stunned by his remarks. "Oh Hilarie don’t be a silly girl. You know that is quite impossible."

Hilarie refused to put off. " Please Aunt Miranda don’t call me a silly girl. I’m a boy! Now please let me go. I promise to be good, Aunt Miranda. I won’t hurt anyone or be rude. Oh please let me go." His pleading was so desperate that he could feel tears starting in his eyes.

"Hilarie, after all our hard work and still you want something you know can never happen. I know you think you will be good. But I’m absolutely certain that immediately leave here you will return to your old ways. I’m sorry darling but you must continue to stay with me."

Hilarie knew it would sensible to say no more, but the sense of injustice he felt drove him on. "I won’t. You must let me go, I absolutely refuse to stay here any longer."

" Now Hilarie, you’ve gone too far, stop this immediately." Said Lady Miranda, her voice rising in anger.

Unfortunately for Hilarie it was already too late, some of the horrible boy had surfaced and now nothing would stop him. His face flushed red in temper and he began to stamp his feet in anger.

"Give me my proper clothes immediately."

At that moment both Peggy and Miss Yvette, summoned by a hidden signal burst out onto the balcony.

"Are you all right My Lady? " said Peggy rather breathlessly?

"Of course I am " said Lady Miranda tartly. She turned to Miss Yvette. "I’m afraid our charge is not content, and wants to leave us."

"Oh no, and he has been so good over the last week. It is such a pity he had to spoil it, just when Alice and Mrs. Chesterfield are due. I was hoping, My Lady, that he would have been able to wear normal dress." Said Miss Yvette, looking quite disappointed.

"That’s quite out of the question now." Said Lady Miranda. She turned to Hilarie "We had planned a surprise for you Hilarie. Mrs. Elizabeth Chesterfield and her daughter Alice are arriving today to stay overnight. It was to be your return to your normal clothes, but after your outburst that will not be possible. The nasty boy in you is still there and you still have a great deal of good manners to learn." Her lips twisted into a malevolent smile. "However today, we will grant part of your wish. You won’t have to wear your girl’s clothing for Alice’s visit. Instead Miss Yvette will find some suitable boy’s wear for you."

Hilarie was far from comfortable with his Aunt’s accession and even more suspicious when Peggy remained with Miss Yvette, while she dressed him. Her presence was ominous, clearly they did not entirely trust him. He realized now it had been a very silly move on his part, next he would not ask, he had to escape.

Miss Yvette took particular care with his dressing. He was bathed in heavily scented water and his every body crevice was dusted with the finest talcum powder.

"I had hoped to dress you so stylishly today, but you were such a silly boy and spoilt all that." Said Miss Yvette. "Never mind I will make you such a sweet little girlie-boy that they will all love you."

"Oh no Miss Yvette you can’t, Aunt Miranda said I was to wear boys clothes." Said Hilarie.

"And so you shall, Master Hilarie. I do hope you like what we have for you." Replied Miss Yvette, a wicked smile on her face.

Hilarie was fastened to the lacing bar, and he watched horror-stricken at the clothing laid out upon the bed. All of the costume was in sumptuous silk, satin and lace, with the color matching the crotchless blue satin panties he already wore. He gasped as Peggy gave a final tug on the corset laces, tightening them until he had difficulty in breathing.

Miss Yvette looked on proudly, "At last Cherie the edges meet, Ah I’m so proud, your waist is so much smaller. You look ravishing, how much you have progressed. Really what a little silly you are, wanting to be a boy again."

Hilarie looked in the mirror, it was true, his waist was really tiny and the corset rounded his hips into girlish curves. Once again he felt the same loss of control he had suffered as he had dressed for Jamie, the same feeling brought about by the image he saw in the mirror. Whether the effect of the corset or the sight of himself in the mirror caused it but he felt the familiar surge of blood. Followed by a wonderful flow of warmth in his groin as his member began to rise.

Miss Yvette spotted it immediately. "Ahh my little sissy likes what he sees. Oh look at his we-we, standing up like a little soldier. But is it trying to salute the beautiful mademoiselle or the very pretty sissy boy it sees. But not now Ma Cherie I must tuck your little soldier away."

With that she opened his lace-trimmed fly and flicked the tip of his member with her fingernail. The pain was immediate and severe but passed quickly, and his erection subsided instantly. Over the deflating member and testes, Miss Yvette slipped a white ruffled silk cover. Taking the two ribbons fastened to the tip, she drew them between his legs, and firmly pressed the testes upward into his body cavity, pulling the ribbons between his buttocks, she tied it tightly about his waist. When she had finished, he was flat and looked very feminine.

Over his panties she drew satin over bloomers, fashioned as an infant romper suit. The very full lace trimmed legs were caught at mid thigh with ruffled cuffs of long lace-frilled tulle and lace. The delicate frills fluttered and swirled with his every movement. Miss Yvette carefully slipped over his head the romper top. It was made of pure white silk organza and decorated with the chained cupid emblem. The decoration was now seated in a sailing ship. It was a beautifully made tunic and despite all the lace and embroidery, the wide sailor collar gave it undeniably male. For Hilarie it was another brick of mortification, added to the wall of humiliation surrounding him.

 

Chapter five

He glimpsed himself in the mirror. The tunic was cut with a very full bodice. This bloomed out before being buttoned to the full rompers. The hemline was trimmed with an intricate band of the finest lace. With the same lace was featured again on the full cuffed sleeves. An enormous blue "Pussy cat" satin bow was tied beneath the sailor collar, with the ties floating down the tunic almost to the hemline. Beneath these emerged the lace and ruffles of his bloomers. White silk stockings and glace kid court shoes with three inch Louis heels. He had to hold his head still while Miss Yvette tied a white satin sailor cap on his head.

Miss Yvette turned him towards the mirror; he hated what he saw a teenage girl dressed in effeminate boys clothing. It was like something out of a Barbara Cartland historical novel, but in those romances the girl really was a girl. No such luck for Hilarie he was a boy who just looked like a girl.

"Oh no please Miss Yvette, I can’t meet Miss Alice dressed like this. What on earth will she think of me."

Her reply was quick and in a tone that brooked no nonsense. "You should have thought of that earlier, Hilarie. Miss Alice will think exactly what you are, a silly little sissy boy who can’t behave. Who must be dressed in this manner, before he’ll comport in a civilized manner."

Her smile was icy as she went on. "Because of your behavior Lady Miranda insists you must be very polite and explain why you are dressed in this manner.

"No no Miss Yvette, I can’t, I can’t."

His protests were of no use. "That’s enough Hilarie, now no tears otherwise your mascara will run."

Mrs. Chesterfield and her daughter Alice had already arrived. They were seated; talking to Lady Miranda as Miss Yvette and Hilarie entered. Standing behind them was a small rather elderly woman and obviously by her clothing a maid. They stood as Hilarie entered and Hilarie was pleasantly surprised with Mrs. Chesterfield, she was a very attractive matron in her mid forties and elegantly dressed in a gray silk afternoon dress.

She turned to his Aunt; her movements were slow and stiff, but surprise manifest on her face. "Surely Miranda, this is not Hilarie. Why he’s beautiful, nothing like the terrible imp you described to us only a few months ago."

Mrs. Chesterfield insisted on kissing him on the cheek and giving him a motherly affectionate kiss and a hug before he could greet her daughter.

Hilarie’s first impression was Alice was a fantasy girl. Miss Yvette had been adamant that she was older than he, in her early twenties. Her appearance gave lie to her age she was almost childlike. Tall, almost his own height, but she was so very fragile and delicate, she looked no more then sixteen.

Alice was so absolutely beautiful to be breathtaking. Beneath the shining coppery tinted auburn hair her skin was flawless, the color of palest ivory. Her eyes were enormous, moist, and green. So large and luminous were they, Hilarie found himself transfixed. He continued to stare into them long after it was polite to do so. Beneath them was a small elegant nose with a tiny uplifted tip and the most perfect mouth. Every one who saw those lips, with their come hither smile wouldn’t be satisfied until they’d kissed them.

Her body still had remnants of childhood, but she had began her process towards womanhood. Her breasts were still small two high bud like breasts, delicate mounds contouring the bodice of her dress and emphasizing her lack of maturity. So small was her waist; she seemed ready to fall apart. Her hips were slimming almost boyish but surprisingly rounded. Beneath them were slender legs, the calves fuller and more adult than the remainder of her body suggested.

The sophisticated dress accented her childlike image, her very immaturity added to the beauty. She wore a very modern ivory silk dress with padded shoulders and an enormous Quaker collar finished with rust colored satin "Yuppie" bow. The pleated skirt finished at her knee, just exposing two delightful dimples.

. Surrounding her was an aura of vulnerability and fragility, for beneath the smile there was a sense of sadness. She seemed wreathed in pain, as though her ethereal beauty and delicately had been forced upon her. Alice did not seem real; she was a mystical vision from another world. Only moments before she had stepped from Lewis Carroll’s "Through the Looking Glass" She coolly appraised him though eyes that were aeons older than the childlike body.

Aunt Miranda broke his reverie. "Come Hilarie, introduce yourself, you know what to say."

He could put it off no longer, flushing red with humiliation he said. "Good morning Mrs. Chesterfield and Miss Alice my name is Hilarie. I’ve been very naughty boy, that is why I’m wearing my romper suit."

For a moment Mrs. Chesterfield and Alice stood open mouthed with astonishment before bursting into laughter. Miss Alice was first to speak "Oh how sweet of you Hilarie, I’ve always wanted a sissy-boy of my own. Oh Mama doesn’t he look so cute. In those clothes he doesn’t look like a real girl, but a very effeminate sissy."

Mrs. Chesterfield looked at Hilarie’s scarlet face and said to her daughter. "Come now Alice, don’t embarrass Hilarie too much."

Alice smiled at her Mother and Aunt Miranda. "Oh Mummy I think he likes being the center of attention, the focal point." She turned and smiled at his Aunt.

"May I ask, Lady Miranda whether he is better behaved when dressed like this."

"You are very perceptive Alice, and of course you are right. Hilarie’s problem is that he does not recognize his role, and wishes to wear boys’ clothing all the time." Said Aunt Miranda.

Alice looked puzzled, "but he is wearing them, and he doesn’t look very happy."

Aunt Miranda gave a gentle laugh. "No Alice, not the clothes he’s wearing now. Hilarie wants to wear jeans and cotton tee shirts, rough boys clothing."

Alice opened her eyes wide, looking strangely at Hilarie, before turning back to Aunt Miranda. "Why how positively bizarre Lady Miranda! Why a sissy boy like Hilarie would look perfectly horrid dressed like that."

She turned and looked at Hilarie, then said to his Aunt "May I play with him this afternoon, I’d like to treat him as a real sissy. I’ve always wanted one of my own; I’ll try and convince him to accept this role for the rest of his life. Maybe then he’ll be like dear Jamie."

Aunt Miranda smiled indulgently at her, "Why of course you can darling Alice. Do you need Miss Yvette?"

"Oh no My Lady, we will be fine on our own." Said Alice.

Lady Miranda signaled to Miss Yvette "In that case why don’t you and Nanny Higgins have tea, and swap stories on what it’s like to be a maid to youngsters like these."

The elderly woman, stepped forward, curtsied to Lady Miranda and said, "Why thank you My Lady, how very thoughtful of you."

 

Chapter six.

Initially he thought it would be rather like the time he’d spent with Jamie but he was in for a very rude shock. With Jamie it had been Hilarie who had been in control, this time it was Alice who took over. It was difficult to accept, that this fragile child should have been so determined and have such a strong will.

The morning was spent displaying all sorts of childish games to Alice. The more he was humiliated the greater her delight. Hilarie had to show his skills at dressing dolls, at reading simple stories to her from young children’s books. Alice corrected every mistake he made by a cruel tug of his hair. He was literally at her beck and call, and teased unmercifully. She insisted he speak in baby talk and treated him as a young boy undergoing petticoat punishment being taken in charge by her elder sister.

Alice treated him like a living doll. She played with him, brushing his hair, refreshing his makeup, and changing him into another tunic and pantalets. Alice had insisted he be fastened to the trapeze bar while she changed his satin pantalets. There was a look of triumph on her face as she viewed his complete helplessness. She removed his blue pantalets, but before replacing them with a similar pair in pale pink, insisted the bloomers be replaced also.

Hilarie was filled with nameless trepidation as the bloomers were drawn down his legs. Alice gave a small gasp. "Goodness you’re very flat, but now I can see why."

Immediately she began unfastening the ribbons about his waist there was a strange look in her eyes as she insisted in seeing his member. Following the tension he had been through the moment the ribbons unfastened about his waist it sprang into full erection straining the seams of silken cover.

Alice gave a small squeal, of delight or fear and reached out to touch him, but at that moment Miss Yvette entered the room.

"What are you doing Miss Alice?" her voice sharps with annoyance.

"I was just about to change Hilarie’s sheath." Said Alice blushing.

Her face was by now bright scarlet, and Hilarie wondered why she found this act so embarrassing and why Miss Yvette had been so sharp with her.

Miss Yvette looked at his tumescent member. "You should not be undressing him, Miss Alice. In future please ask me first. Now I will attend to him, would you excuse us a moment."

A look of acute disappointment appeared on the childlike face. "Oh please can’t I watch?"

Miss Yvette hesitated for a moment then with a shrug of her shoulders said. "Yes Miss Alice, why not."

As she drew the satin and taffeta glove onto her hand, Alice’s eyes glistened and she came forward in rapt attention. Hilarie tried to turn away, but it was impossible. He was drawn into her fascination for Miss Yvette’s action. The audience seemed to effect his own feelings and it was several minutes before he exploded into the silk covered hand.

Miss Yvette seemed somewhat surprised at his delay. "You are having trouble. For that we must insert your exciter for the rest of the day."

Hilarie knew what it would do to him, his face turned white with shock. He pleaded with Miss Yvette to leave it out. It was of no use, although Miss Yvette did agree to the smaller one. Alice was fascinated by was what was about to happen and insisted on holding the exciter and seemed fascinated by it as it trembled in her hands. She showed some reluctance in returning it to Miss Yvette, he was certain that Alice would have inserted it if she’d been allowed. He whimpered as it entered him, the sound bringing a smile to Alice’s lips.

"You like the feeling sissy boy, you must be a real queen to like that" she said a smirk on her face.

During lunch, Alice seemed to delight in teasing him even further. She insisted that Miss Yvette find her little "sissy," a large satin napkin. This she tied about his neck, pulling it close to his chin.

"So that the sissy-boy won’t dribble on his new clothes."

Alice asked whether she could dress Hilarie in some costumes, boys’ costumes she said. Her friend, Nellie, had given her two of his new designs and she was sure they would fit Hilarie.

"One is a sailor suit and I’m sure he will look so masculine in it." She smiled wickedly as she said it.

Hilarie’s spirit lifted slightly at the thought. Maybe the wearing of some real boys clothing would make him feel better than the way he felt now in this stupid tunic. Miss Yvette and Peggy escorted Alice and Hilarie to his bedroom. He felt very excited, thinking how wonderful it would be to be out of the constricting clothing he was wearing. The tunic was removed from his body and Miss Yvette asked him to grasp the trapeze bar. Realizing this was necessary if they were going to remove his corset; he placed his hands on the bar. Immediately the automatic manacles came into play and locked his wrists to the bar. Once again he was hopelessly trapped.

Peggy drew the trapeze high until he was standing on the tips of his toes. At that moment Hilarie knew he was once again trapped by feminine wiles. In this position it was not even possible to put up the slightest struggle, and he knew better now than to argue. It would only result in having to wear a gag for the remainder of the day.

Peggy removed the corset, his pantalets and pink panties. Then unfastening the ribbons from about his waist, she removed his sheath leaving his member partly erect between his legs. Hilarie expected her to replace it with another, in another color. Surprisingly she didn’t, which made Hilarie rather nervous. The only foundation she placed on him was a slim silk suspender belt and fastened the tops of his cream silk stockings to these.

"You’ll love these my little Nancy boy," said Alice as she placed a bundle of clothing on the bed just out of his sight. Then Miss Yvette began to dress him, she fitted a pair of cami-bloomers of pale blue silk-satin. It was of the finest material, bias cut and clung to him like a second skin. The sleeveless bodice was smocked and trimmed with cream satin to match the slender shoulder ribbons. The cami-bloomers tightly hugged his body to the hips, before the bloomer like legs flared voluminously and finished at his ankles.

Before they’d been fitted Alice had shown him the rear of the cami-bloomers which had a let down flap for nature calls. The lace-trimmed flap was fastened to the waistband by three buttons. To ensure a smooth finish another four press-studs fastened it to the bloomers on either side.

At the front was a lace trimmed fly fastened with six tiny pearl buttons. These could be opened to completely expose his member. The bottoms of the legs were prettily trimmed with a six-inch frill of cream Alencon lace with fluttered daintily with Hilarie’s every movement.

A high necked blue blouse was fitted to him. The hem contained a drawstring and Miss Yvette drew it tightly about his waist. It had a long lace jabot in Alencon lace. The jabot went from a frilled neckline and reached almost to the waist. The jabot matched the lace on the very long cuffs of the voluminous bishop sleeves. So deep were these frills that they covered Hilarie’s fingers. The designer obviously had a fine eye for detail for the lace exactly matched the frill on the bloomers. The last item was a knee length skirt also trimmed with lace.

No sooner had Miss Yvette finished fitting than Alice insisted she remove it. "I’d like my sissy boy without it. Just fit his shoes then we’ll go and play."

Hilarie looked down at his body, although he was fully covered, the cami-bloomers clung so tightly that he might well have been naked.

"No please Miss Yvette, let me wear something else. I can’t be seen like this." He cried. The only response was the threat of the gag and he lapsed into silence as Miss Yvette fitted the matching satin "Mary Jane" shoes with three-inch heels.

Released from the trapeze, he had never felt so vulnerable. True the costume was the most comfortable he had ever worn. But somehow he felt very uncomfortable, as all his body parts seemed to move and jiggle in the strangest way.

"Well Hilarie, doesn’t it feel nice to be so comfortable" said Alice with a sardonic smile on her face. "Come let us show Mother and Lady Miranda what a beautiful figure you have."

"Oh no" Hilarie squealed. "I can’t go and see anyone dressed like this."

He stood in front of her, the picture of shyness, his hands folded between his legs trying to hide himself. Suddenly Alice looked closely and insisted he remove his hands from between his legs. She called to Miss Yvette, asking her to look.

"This is so disappointing, the costume is Knell’s finest he guaranteed it would cause unbearable humiliation and I’d expected him to be all stiff and hard but there is nothing, absolutely nothing showing. You’ll have to change him again Miss Yvette, this is no fun at all."

So once again Hilarie found himself in the trapeze. All of his clothing was removed. Miss Yvette then replaced his corset and fastened it to his body. Next was a pair of gleaming white satin bloomers. These had a front opening fly, trimmed with blue lace. At the rear was a let down nature flap, secured by two small pearl buttons on either side with a further two attaching it to the waistband. The legs were quite long, reaching below his knees, and finished with lavish lace frills, long enough to reach his ankles.

Miss Yvette unfastened the laces of Hilarie’s corset. Instead of loosening it, she began tightening it pulling the already impossibly tight waist even tighter.

He gasped, "please, please, no more, I can’t stand it." His plea was met with sarcasm.

"Be quiet sissy boy, otherwise the waist band won’t fit. It obvious that you like to be tightly laced."

Alice held up the sailor suit Hilarie was to wear. What a true matelot would have said about did nor bear thinking of. This sailor suit was complete with bell-bottom trousers and the wide "Jack Tar" collar, but instead of the sturdy cotton, it was of satin and lace.

Miss Yvette released his wrists and fitted the white satin jacket. It fitted tightly to his body, emphasizing the slender waist and the slight swelling now occurring on his chest. The result of the hormones that were feminizing his body. The collar was of white satin, and around the edge were two frills of blue Venetian lace to complete the commemoration stripes of Nelson’s death. They formed a deep collar about his neck and similar lace formed the frills of the trumpet shaped sleeves. These lacy frills were so long; they almost completely enveloped his fingers.

The satin bell-bottom trousers were tight about Hilarie’s hips, cutting deeply into the cleft between his rounded buttocks. The buttoned panel of the nature flap covering his bottom was trimmed all around with a deep frill of the blue lace, this matching the fly running down between his legs.

The trousers had exaggerated bell-bottoms, widely flaring with inner frills of delicate blue tulle and lace. His legs were encased in blue silk stockings, and slender strapped kid sandals clad his feet. While Miss Yvette had been dressing him, Peggy had been concentrating on his hair. It now hung in a single French braid, with a silk ribbon woven into it. Perched saucily on his head was a silk sailors cap, trimmed in silk braid with the words "SS Sissy."

Alice spent the rest of the afternoon playing with Hilarie. He found her to be such a complicated personality. It was difficult to understand how the beautiful girl so innocent appearing, would insist on giving him such cruel humiliating tasks. She forced him to dance the "sailors’ hornpipe" in such a lewd way that by the time he finished he was utterly exhausted and washed out. Despite his exhaustion, the tight corset, the sensual movement of satin and lace over his body, together with the action of the exciter had maintained his erection.

 

Chapter seven.

They were to change for dinner and Hilarie was to wear a tunic with pantalets. This time as he hung secured in the trapeze he felt relief, that he was happy to he forced to wear the same type of costume that this morning he had hated. For the first time he was grateful his Aunt had chosen his clothing. The alternative was worse, Alice had hinted that she had another change even more feminine than the sailor suit and he narrowly escaped from having to wear another of the mysterious Nellie’s outfits.

This had been a lesson for him, up till now he had never believed that any clothing could have such an effect upon him. The day had been a complete physical torment for him, partly due to the terrible constriction of the corset and partly from restrictions the costume placed on his movements. Every step he took in his high heeled sandals made him aware of the bell bottom trousers and their slithery silk and lace bottoms snaked sensually back and forth on his calves and ankles.

Hilarie’s upper body movements were not free from the effect The wide lacy collar restricted his head movement and his hands were similarly restricted The picking up of any object was particularly difficult. The voluminous sleeves with the very long lacy frills enveloped his fingers making it extremely difficult to use his hands. If he wanted to pick up, an object one hand had to hold the frills back on his sleeves whilst the other attempted to complete the task.

He had never realized how difficult clothing could make to his life. Other cultures, had regularly used this to restrict women, the Victorians had been particularly good at it. Whoever had designed the costume appeared to be well aware of these methods and had employed most of them in this costume.

The physical constrictions annoying and tiring as they were paled into insignificance against the effect the on his confidence and self worth. The day he had spent with the time he had spent with Jamie had been most enjoyable, despite the intrusion of the rather bizarre relationship Jamie had with his Aunt, Madame Simpson-Dupree.

The big difference between today’s experience and that of two weeks ago resulted from a change in power. On that occasion Hilarie had control of the agenda for both Jamie and himself, although he’d been instructed by his Aunt to obey the older boy. He’d felt very humiliated when he’d met Jamie; for he was wearing a rather grotesque doll costume and Jamie was wearing normal men’s street clothes. However Jamie had been changed into a babyish romper suit and from that point Hilarie had no longer felt so isolated and alone. Throughout, Jamie had believed him to be a real girl and they’d shared their adventure under that basis. Jamie, submissive by training had been happy to bend himself to his will. It had been very satisfying to take charge and dominate the older boy and an overlying sexual charge had flowed out of the domination.

Today, it was completely different; his life had been taken over by Alice. He was dressed in the most humiliating of costumes and forced to perform all sorts demeaning tasks without complaint. If they’d been equal it may have been more acceptable but to have to look so effeminate in front of such a beautiful girl was almost unbearable.

"What are you thinking Hilarie?"

Miss Yvette had nearly completed dressing him. Hilarie stretched his body as his arms were released and lowered from the trapeze. Miss Yvette drew a pair of black satin pantalets up his legs. Tight about his and upper legs then ballooning out over his lower legs. They were cuffed with pearl buttons at mid calf and from the jeweled cuffs long lace frills fell to his ankles. A cream blouse of silk satin, with a deep lace jabot foaming from the high-buttoned neck was buttoned over the tight corset.

The long full Bishop styled sleeves cascading down his arms before being caught at the wrist with tight four buttoned cuffs. Long flowing lace frills to match those of the jabot flooded over his hands almost covering his fingers. Miss Yvette slid his feet into soft kid ankle high-buttoned boots. They were high heeled and pointed toe, far more comfortable than they appeared.

With a final brush of his hair, still in the French braid and a touch up of his makeup he was ready for dinner. Alice entered a wicked smile on her beautiful face and taking his hand she faced him into the mirror. He tried to control himself but realized the futility of this. The touch of her hand was enough. There had been no attempt to restrain his member and dressed as he was, there was an even greater sense of ambiguity in his appearance. Above and below the hips there was gentle beauty, feminine beyond any doubt. The eyes, lips, curved waist and slender ankles. But there right in the center, emphasized beneath the clinging glistening satin, was his staff rearing rodlike and swollen.

It stood tumescent, a signpost stating the owner was inbetween. Not girl, not boy neither he nor she, not a fish nor a fowl. How many would ponder on his situation wondering what would it be like to be able to enjoy the best of both worlds. For Hilarie there was no best, only the cruel mortification of being stimulated by the humiliating experience. His exciter was still in position, and thought about asking Miss Yvette to remove it but with Alice present he was too embarrassed. Miss Yvette waited till Alice to leave then placed his sheath in position and fastened the ribbons about his waist. He reminded her that his exciter was still in place, but her only response was a continental shrug of her smooth shoulders.

 

Chapter eight.

Alice had changed into an evening suit of black satin jacket, with a white chiffon blouse with wide wing collars. Below it were black satin narrow leg trousers. Black and white satin high-heeled pumps completed the very sophisticated outfit. Her hair was piled high upon her head; the auburn braids entwined through with silk ribbons and sequins.

She looked even more fragile than she had today Miss Yvette had said she was older than he by several years, but she certainly looked youthful. There was a childlike quality about her, she seemed to be playing at being grown up. There was something quite perverse about her appearance innocent but terribly sophisticated, completely at ease in the most bizarre circumstances.

Alice took his hand and lead Hilarie into the dining room. It had been set for a formal dinner complete with flowers and candles. He was seated next to Alice and to his great relief there was no sign he would be forced to sit on a high chair and eat as an infant. His hopes were dashed when Alice insisted a large satin lace frilled bib be tied about his neck.

"So my little sissy, won’t dribble on his gorgeous "Nancy boy" costume."

Hilarie did not share in the adult fare which looked delicious. Instead his food was blended into an infant pulp. This turned out to be the result of Alice’s request.

"So I can feed him from a spoon, like a little baby." She said and proceeded to do exactly that.

Following dinner, they played games, these were all jeopardy, with Hilarie the butt of Alice’s jest. The adults looked on indulgently, joining in when requested. By nine Lady Miranda motioned to Miss Yvette that it was time for Hilarie to go to bed. It was a blessing to Hilarie, he was only too pleased to escape, as the day, and night had been one long session of humiliation.

Before he had the chance to escape, he was horrified to hear his Aunt say to Mrs. Chesterfield," I thought it would be rather nice if the two children shared the same bed tonight."

"What a sweet idea Miranda, I’m sure Alice would like that, won’t you darling?"

Hilarie was surprised to see a look of fear appear on Alice’s face. It passed so quickly that he wondered whether it had been his imagination. For almost immediately she smiled sweetly and agreed with her mother.

Miss Yvette took Hilarie to his bedroom to wash and prepare him for the night. His costume, corset, and makeup were removed and he was dusted with a scented body powder. Using her satin and taffeta glove she quickly brought him to a climax. To his surprise, Miss Yvette did not fit his night corset, but drew a ribboned silken sheath upon his member. A white satin nightgown was drawn over his head. She fitted his hands into the padded sleeves and fastened them to his waist.

He turned towards the bed but Miss Yvette said, "Not yet Hilarie you must say goodnight to Mrs. Chesterfield."

She assisted the helpless boy down the stairs as they returned to the drawing room to await Alice. Mrs. Chesterfield noticed immediately that his hands were secured and asked for an explanation. Hilarie squirmed with embarrassment as Miss Yvette told her of Hilarie’s predilection for self-abuse and the need to keep his hands away from his most sensitive area.

Elizabeth Chesterfield smiled ruefully and said "it was important that young boys learned to control themselves and congratulated Miss Yvette upon her ingenuity.

At that moment Alice entered. She had also changed into her nightclothes and they were certainly not those designed for a child. A long flowing negligee was fastened lightly across her shoulders beneath it the matching gown was of full-length black satin and lace. It was very sensual, a gown designed to arouse rather than cover. Slender spaghetti ties supported the sheer lace of the bodice. Through it the small firm bud like breasts could be seen. Hilarie was surprised how long and hard her nipples were, as they stood stiff and erect. Thrusting boldly through their diaphanous covering. From the bodice the long satin skirt clung to her body, it was slit high in the front, so high that he expected to see her smooth mound of Venus.

She spoke immediately she entered the room "What was the problem dear Mama?" she asked. Alice smiled ruefully a sad expression at Hilarie’s humiliation as Hilarie was forced to stand twitching with embarrassment as Miss Yvette again explained Hilarie’s "problem."

Hilarie had expected more teasing from her. Instead she was uncharacteristically silent her eyes strangely alert and hungry as she listened, a predatory gleam forming in the deep green eyes. Alice motioned and Nanny Higgins stepped forward and handed her a large beribboned box. "It is so good of you and Hilarie to allow us to stay tonight. I have brought a small present for Hilarie and I was hoping he would wear it tonight."

Lady Miranda impulsively swept Alice into her arms, "Oh what a sweet child you are. Of course he may."

At his Aunt’s bidding, Hilarie unfastened the package and withdrew a beautiful white nightgown and negligee. It was quite heavy and the material was so slippery it almost escaped his hands. Alice explained that the material was a special silk satin fabric made from a genetically modified silk worm farmed especially for her friend Nellie. It was softer and far more slithery than any ever produced before and would be ideal for a sissy boy like Hilarie.

Hilarie’s own gown was stripped from him exposing his soft girlish body to all in the room. He inwardly thanked providence that the silken sheath anchored his member firmly between his legs. Alice insisted she be the one to dress Hilarie in the nightgown. She stood close to him, and he was very much aware of the delicate perfume she wore.

The gorgeous gown was slipped over his head, it slithered down his body in a wave of pure eroticism, and so sudden that took his breath away. It was like a river of cool oil so smooth and silky that he felt it travel over each pore on his skin. It was made of two overlapping panels of white satin; they crossed his body and were joined only at the breast line. Wearing the gown was an erotic experience for both Hilarie and his audience. Only if Hilarie stood absolutely still, was his body was clothed by the white satin, the slightest movement exposed him from waist to ankle.

Alice adjusted the gown until it completely covered him. Then taking the long sleeved negligee she fitted it to his body. Beginning fastening the twenty or so self covered buttons that closed the front of the gown. Alice’s hands were continually touching his body and through the satin felt so sensual. He felt an uncontrollable trembling and stirring in his loins as his appendage took on a life of its own struggling to escape the silken sheath.

He was helpless to control his eroticism as it began to surge erect. The knots holding the ribbons about his waist slipped under the pressure then finally parted. The beribboned monster forced its way between his legs and still in it’s lacily frilled sheath thrust lustily between the opening of the gown. There it appeared like a cheeky child peeking between two curtains as it forced aside the satin openings of the nightgown.

Alice continued her buttoning unperturbed, when she reached the monster. Passed over it leaving the two buttons surrounding Hilarie’s embarrassment unfastened. The realistic illusion surrounding Hilarie’s femininity was completely spoiled by the rearing member thrusting obscenely from his rounded hips. When it had appeared the sight of it had brought an exclamation and reddening of her cheeks from Mrs. Chesterfield. Whether it was excitement or disgust Hilarie was not sure, but he suspected the former.

Lady Miranda had far less doubts, accepting that her visitor was quite upset by what she saw.

"Goodness Hilarie can’t you control yourself in front of your guests." Said Lady Miranda, annoyance very evident in her voice.

Surprisingly it was Miss Yvette who mounted a defense for the humiliated boy. She explained to Mrs. Chesterfield, that he was incapable of controlling his sexual display when being punished or humiliated.

"He reacts strongly to girlish clothing, he just can’t seem to help himself becoming erect. I suspect that his masculinity is trying to assert itself. My Lady and I are sure there has been some change for the better, but until he accepts the inevitable this is always going to occur. " Lady Miranda and I are quite convinced he is a she-male. Hilarie now enjoys girls clothing so much that we are sure he wants to become a real girl. The real problem is that he can’t admit to himself that this is his desire."

Lady Miranda said "Yvette and I are not quite in accord, she is far more patient and kind to Hilarie. I see little recourse but to visit Doctor Buell, and listen to what she has to say. But I’m almost certain I know what her first reaction will be. She will want to change the dear little boy into a girl." She looked at Hilarie, "Is that what you want darling?"

Hilarie was horrified by what he heard, trembling, he could no longer contain his fear. With tears flooding his eyes ran forward to clutch at her arm, and kneel at her feet. "Please, please Aunt Miranda, let me remain a boy. I really want to be one. Please don’t change me, please I beg you Aunt."

Above Hilarie’s head Lady Miranda exchanged a wide smile of satisfaction with Mrs. Chesterfield. Another victory had been obtained over the terrified boy, who lay sobbing quietly at her elbow. What’s more it had been done in the presence of Alice, and Lady Miranda had plans for the sweet young girl to play a large role in his life.

 

Chapter nine.

As she looked upon the scene there was a look of sadness on the angelic face of Alice. The picture of the terrified boy clutching his Aunt’s arm and begging her not to go ahead with her dreadful plan was not the first one that had been played out before her. It reminded her of the battles she’d had with her father and the terrible periods she’d been through.

Hilarie was so pretty and feminine that the two could have mother and daughter. But only if you ignored what lay beneath the satin negligee. Any illusion of femininity was completely shattered by the swollen appendage. The tip of which still peeked through the negligee it was enormous, though far prettier attired in the silken sheath with the dangling ribbons.

She thought of what she had been told of Hilarie, of the pain he had inflicted upon his Mother, the cause of her premature death it was said. Later he had continued his bad behavior with Miss Parker and even caused a great deal of mischief in Lady Miranda’s house. Trying to place this in perspective, it seemed incomprehensible that this sobbing satin night gowned boy, was the same jeans and leather jacketed lout who had so frightened them.

Alice reflected on her own behavior that very afternoon, realizing just how much pain and humiliation she herself had inflicted upon him. It had been so easy to do. While it was very difficult to talk to Lady Miranda over the telephone about anything except the weather and social news. You could never be sure when the General, as her father was known was monitoring the telephone.

They had known something of Hilarie before they had arrived. The information that he was a boy had been passed carefully in code to her Mother to avoid any of the servants listening in to the conversation. Over the last few weeks they had followed the progress of "niece Hilarie", as Lady Miranda said how "her" behavior was improving and that they would see a new "girl" when they visited later that month.

Alice had been quite looking forward to spending a non-threatening talk with a new girl. Over the past three years Alice found it very difficult to form a close friendship. This was in part due to her parent’s social position but in the main the result of her father’s paranoia that refused to let them associate with any males accept in his presence.

Alice had hoped to form a close friendship with Hilarie it would wonderful to have someone to talk to and be able to discuss her problems and troubles with. Much of Hilarie’s humiliation had resulted from her frustration on finding that his behavior had completely deteriorated. Lady Miranda had helped her by saying she thought Alice could bring about a cure. A short, sharp, shock that involved a very debasing experience was the ideal way to treat the boy.

Alice had been reluctant to become involved. From past experience she knew that it would set her off into one of her moods and once started she became locked into them. The moods produced euphoria and the wonderful sensation, she could do no wrong. That is until she returned to the real world and realized just how terrible her acts had been. Then overcome by her conscience she felt so depressed.

Mother and Lady Miranda were very understanding of her behavior and saying it was beyond her control and resulted from the changes made to her body and mind. Besides the medication was supposed to control that. Despite their assurances her behavior always troubled her. She was very afraid that one day she would go too far and really hurt someone.

This morning Lady Miranda had no such fears as she gave her a hug and said, "Darling Alice it’s up to you, if you want to, please go ahead."

It was left at that point, and until Hilarie was brought into the room Alice had no thoughts on what she was about to do. Alice was unprepared for the exquisite image, Lady Miranda had said he was very pretty, but that completely understated the beautiful vision that walked into the room. A whole series of feelings went through Alice the moment she saw him. She knew it was a mixture of emotions brought about by his ethereal looks, the extremely effeminate costume he was wearing, and the vulnerability that seemed to surround him.

So against her best resolutions Alice couldn’t help herself. From the moment he uttered the apology in his greeting, the emotions she’d managed to keep under control, albeit with the help of her medication surged out into the open. For the full day she’d dominated him and forced him to perform the most humiliating acts. At one point Miss Yvette had been worried enough to stop her undressing poor Hilarie.

Just before dinner Nanny Higgins had doubled her dosage of medication and by now Alice was feeling quite normal. The black periods had disappeared and Alice no longer felt the awful need to hurt and humiliate Hilarie. She was by now feeling quite sorry for all the cruel acts she’d put him through. So strong was the sense of guilt a shiver ran through her body, and she rose, went to the still sobbing boy, and placed her arms about his shoulders.

Excusing herself to Lady Miranda, she removed him from the kneeling position. Taking his soft girlish hand in hers, she said. "Don’t cry Hilarie, I’m sure Lady Miranda will do her best for you." Gradually Hilarie’s sob’s died away.

"Please Lady Miranda and dearest Mama, if you will excuse us. I will take Hilarie to bed."

Taking the ribbon still dangling from his still straining silken sheath, Alice led the satin clad boy towards the stairs. Miss Yvette followed them to the bedroom; Alice still leading Hilarie by the silk ribbons attached to his by now stiff and swollen member. Alice had placed one arm about his shoulder, helping him climb the stairs in the narrow skirted satin negligee. By the time they’d reached the bedroom his sobs had disappeared and looked a little more cheerful.

Miss Yvette looked at Hilarie’s staff now protruding from the negligee. "Come Hilarie, you can’t go to bed with your naughty we-we all stiff like that. What will Miss Alice think?"

Miss Yvette quickly silenced Hilarie’s attempt at protest. She began unfastening the ribbons and turned to Alice saying, "I’m very sorry Miss Alice, I should have asked you whether you’d have preferred this completed out of sight or if you wish I can carry it out here in the bedroom?"

"Oh no Miss Yvette, I’d far rather watch."

As the taffeta glove began it’s work, Hilarie felt very uneasy under the gaze of the angelic girl. He tried to turn his body away from her, but Miss Yvette would have none of it. Alice gazed at him enraptured, her lips were slightly parted, and her tiny tongue darted in and out in a predatory manner. She was very excited by the act and her eyes missed followed any movement.

Hilarie was very aware of the exciter in his rosette, the tiny mercury balls were sliding up and down within the thin gold shell and sending great shudders of excitement through his body. Soon he lost control and began to move in time with Miss Yvette’s ministration. He no longer cared whether he had an audience and finally shuddered into a climax.

Miss Yvette carefully cleaned and dried her pupil and removed the golden torpedo from is rosette. His member was by now drooping and flaccid, she released her by now quite languid charge and thoughtfully tucked him alongside Alice beneath the silken sheets.

"Miss Yvette, would you please draw back the curtains, there’s such a beautiful moon and I’d like to go to sleep in the light of it." Said Alice.

 

Chapter ten.

The two lay together, bathed in a soft light almost bright enough to read by. The blonde haired boy alongside the dark auburn tresses of the delicate girl. Alice reached for his hand, softly entwining her long slender fingers tipped with the lethal red nails into his.

"Please hold me tight Hilarie, I want to feel your arms about me." Her voice was soft, caressing and sultry. Please hold me."

The soft feminized boy was very much aware of the sensuous satin nightdress he wore as he reached towards about her slender body. As his arms closed about her, Alice snuggled closer, her tiny breasts pressing tightly against his satin covered hairless chest. The soft gentle moonlight, the erotic perfume Alice wore and the slithery satin each wore created the ultimate feeling of sensuality. He could feel the intimacy growing between them and as Alice lean forward and kissed him lightly on the lips a charge of electricity seemed to flow.

Alice released her hand and gently began to stroke his chest through the satin gown. With her other arm she drew him closer into her perfectly formed breasts. Alice drew the lace bodice down releasing the creamy cones topped by taut deep aureoles with the nipples tautly erect.

Alice urged his head forward, bringing her breasts within reach of his tongue. Encouraged he rather nervously took each nipple in turn between his lips, lightly grasping them. Gaining confidence Hilarie gently began pulling each between his teeth. Alice began to sigh, as he continued these became ecstatic. A soft animal moan escaped her lips as he sucked and pulled on each in turn.

Her hands became busy, taking his flaccid member; she wrapped it in his satin gown and began stroking him through the slippery fabric. She spoke quietly in his ear saying how much she’d wanted to be Miss Yvette. She had wanted to do what she had done to Hilarie just before lunch and only a few minutes ago. How exciting it would have been to complete the climax for him. Abruptly she used her other arm to slide the silken sheets from their bodies. Now they lay together on a silken puddle, their bodies still clothed in satin, lying together in the light of the moon.

Hilarie found it impossible to imagine he could feel so relaxed as he lay in the arms of the exquisite girl. Only a short time before, only minutes ago, he’d been frightened and humiliated by her attitude towards him. Now he felt only happiness as he felt her arms about him, he was utterly engulfed in her femininity.

He could also feel his body beginning to stir despite Miss Yvette’s ministrations only a short time before. It was impossible to ignore the insistent stroking of her soft hands as they played with his testes’ sac and awakening member. Alice kept whispering in his ear, love sayings. They were erotic, yet sometimes cruelly barbed as though Alice was not sure of her feelings.

"Oh you’re so large my beautiful sissy boy. How can anyone so pretty and feminine like you have such a large weapon like this?"

Her words were humiliating but sensually erotic. Hilarie found the effect was impossible to ignore and his body was now moving in time to her fondling hands. His hand moved down reaching for Alice’s cleft.

Immediately she drew back, there was fear in her voice as she said, "I should have told you this before. Oh Hilarie I’m frightened. Please don’t hate me, Hilarie!"

By now she had seized both his hands. He was in the grip of someone quite terrified; nothing else could explain the tremendous strength of someone so fragile. Only when he swore nothing would make him stop loving her, did she release his hands.

Alice was still trembling as he raised the skirt of her satin gown. Hilarie reached out timorously towards her mound of Venus. Instead of the moist cleft he’d expected, he found a slender tube of flesh. It was small but as erect and stiff as his own. Incredibly Alice was a boy. Stunned he could only gape open mouthed. In the moonlight, rising between Alice’s legs was a slim hairless penis, complete with a small sac. It was small, no larger than a twelve-year-old boy but complete in every detail. Mysteriously, threaded through the circumcised glans was a tiny gold ring. This glinted dully in the soft light adding further mystery to the proceedings.

For a few minutes he could say or do nothing. It seemed impossible, totally incredible that this beautiful girl could be a boy. The thoughts pounded through his head, as he tried to recover his senses.

Alice drew away from him. "Oh I knew you’d hate me." She sobbed "I should never have come to bed with you." Her slender body was shuddering.

At once Hilarie regained his senses; "It’s all right Alice. Please it was the shock, let me hold you, please."

She looked at him closely, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. Finally she seemed to accept his assurances, Alice moved back into his arms. Hilarie’s finger caressed the silken skin; he tried to focus on what he was doing attempting to reduce the turmoil that flooded through his mind. After all his protestation to Lady Miranda about the nightmares of Madame Edwina, here he was caught in the same act.

The enormity of what was about to happen held him in a state of shock as he tried to cope with the fact that he was not holding a girl in his arms but a boy. As he tried to come to terms, with the assault on his mind her hands continued to toy with him, gently squeezing his jewel sac and very rampart member.

He began asking the reason for her guise, but she placed a slender finger against his lips and whispered; "not now Hilarie darling, we’ll talk about it later." Her hand took his and placed it on her member. For the second time in his life he realized he was fondling a penis that was not his own. It gave him such a strange feeling, he found it impossible to think of Alice as a boy. He/she was so impossibly feminine that in his mind she could only be a girl.

Somehow his mind satisfied itself that the creature in his arms was a girl. He pretended that his hand had found an over large clitoris and began to explore the slender tube of flesh. Soon he was stroking the turgid flesh in an echo of what Alice was doing to his own. It was hard yet soft, it quivered in excitement. As he caressed it, could feel the veins standing proud from the surface, it shivered in his hand, that feeling sent a shaft of excitement pulsing through his body.

Alice said softly as his caresses became more urgent. "Hilarie, please make love to me. Treat me as a woman."

Hilarie was caught on the horns of a dilemma, he could not reject her. The way she became upset, when she had revealed her true sex was reason enough. On the other hand the enormity of the alternative was enough to wonder what world he had been drawn into. That he would even consider making love to another boy would have been beyond comprehension a few months ago.

He thought of the conversation he had had with Aunt Miranda only a week ago insisting he was not like Madame Edwina, and now he was about to commit the same act he had so despised her for. The truth that came to him was quite clear. It would upset Alice if he decided not to go ahead and the question of her sex was no longer important. He wanted to go ahead, any moral question was no longer important. He desired her and wanted to make love.

 

Chapter Eleven.

Alice seemed to sense his hesitation and seemed determined to insist upon completing his destiny. Still wearing her satin gown, she slid it to her waist. He’d expected her to roll on her stomach, but she whispered "I want to face you my love when you penetrate me." Alice opened her legs wide and somehow slid her legs beneath her body. With her hips raised from the bed she guided his painfully swollen member into position.

Carefully, afraid he would hurt her, he slid the tumescent flesh between her legs, feeling her testes sac rub silkily along his penis. Carefully controlling the terrible impatience, he began to gently push into the pink trembling rosette. "Don’t be afraid darling, you won’t hurt me. I’ve used an oil to make it easier." She said, so quietly that it was almost whispered in his ear.

Passion had overtaken him, the desire to be within her was overwhelming, but still he held back. She seemed so tiny, would she be able to take it? Now Alice was becoming impatient she whispered again. "Come on don’t be such a sissy, let me have it now!"

Annoyed by her reverting back to humiliating him, Hilarie thrust forward. His tip entered and was grasped by her tight rectum muscle. Then with a smooth push it entered the slippery rosette and was past the first barrier. Hilarie entered a new world, as long as he lived he knew that he would never find a word to describe how wonderful it felt. Magic, mysterious, nirvana. Never had he felt anything like it. From afar he could hear Alice urging him on.

"Oh yes, yes, my darling, oooh keep going, oh yes!"

Then the tip was past and he was within her. Her muscle-ridged rosette held his taut penis. She gripped and released him, playing with him. Then she let him slide deeper within, letting him feel every inch of her satin flesh. Her cries were becoming more ardent.

"Oh yes, deeper now deeper, oh yes push in my love"

His member was drawn wire tight, submerged in nectarous sybaritism. He pushed deeper into her, then slowly drew back, until his tip was teasing her rosette. It brought a fervent response.

"No sissy-boy, milksop, Nancy boy, don’t tease me. I want all of you now!!!".

Hilarie pushed again, his member slippery and firm went deep. He drew back, almost out of the silken tunnel. The tip resting momentarily against her rosette. Then in again, he had never experienced such sensuality. He wanted it to continue forever.!! The pleasure was almost unbearable when suddenly it began for Alice.

Her whole body began shuddering as a rectal orgasm began in her silken tunnel. The satin flesh seized and twisted. Tightening about him, suddenly he was beyond any control, his climax could no longer be held back. A boiling jet of semen gushed into her vestal gate. Immediately she matched him, her body twisting and turning beneath him as Alice shuddered into a climax. A fountain erupting from the ring pierced penis, the jet arcing high before splashing onto her satin covered stomach.

Exhausted, Hilarie lay back on the silk sheets. Alice used her already bespattered gown to clean off their emissions. He watched her move her delicate body, the cruel piercing ring glinting in the moonlight it gave a peculiar poignancy, and soon Alice’s member became flaccid. It shrunk, slid between her legs, and disappeared. Unless you knew the truth the boy was once more a beautiful girl.

Toilet completed Alice sank into the silk sheets, there was so much Hilarie wanted to ask her. She answered his first question with sleepy nod of her head and "ask me tomorrow dear Hilarie," and wrapped her arms about him and immediately fell asleep.

Hilarie lay restlessly, waiting for sleep to overtake him. He felt immense sympathy for the mutilated boy who lay beside him. Alice was so beautiful, but a halfling, neither boy nor girl. Her member, whilst obviously operable was tiny and with it he could never have felt the pleasure he’d experienced tonight. That thought sent a shiver through him; he wanted to remain whole. Aunt Miranda must be persuaded never to send him to the terrible Doctor Buel. Alice seemed to be able to influence her; maybe she could be persuaded to plead his case.

He looked at the slender body now asleep beside him and remembered the sight of that awful ring piercing Alice’s member. He shivered at the thought of one in his own, at how painful and awful it would feel, to be so under another persons control. Why had it been done? The mutilation was so cruel, surely Alice’s mother had not inflicted this upon her son. Elizabeth Chesterfield seemed such a kind woman, he was certain she had not inflicted this upon Alice. The thoughts started a chain in Hilarie’s own mind, was this the fate that lay ahead for him. Would Aunt Miranda’s domination lead to similar mutilations being carried out upon his own body?

Surely not, it was just too horrible to contemplate. Before he could worry further, sleep overtook him. As he settled back his eye caught the glitter of a tiny speck of light. In the overhead mirror a piece of glass seemed to have moved, as he drifted into a dreamless slumber he thought no more about it.

On the other side of the mansion in her magnificent bedroom, Lady Miranda stopped the camera. Moments before she had noticed Hilarie’s eyes look directly into the lenses. She pushed a button to close the ceiling over a large video screen.

"I thought Alice looked so satisfied and relaxed." Said Elizabeth Chesterfield, sensuously shifting her body.

Conscious of Lady Miranda’s insistent fingers as they reached to stroke the lips of her moist cleft.

"I won’t be able to provide all you want my darling" said Elizabeth turning her body to expose her vagina. There piercing and locking the pink labium lips were two tiny gold padlocks, effectively sealing her pudendum from loving fingers. "Nathan has locked my love bud away. The operation was so painful, I don’t know whether I’ll ever be the same again."

Miranda’s lips tightened into a grimace. "That man is so cruel, why on earth can’t he forget?" She said.

"He is becoming worse, I am very worried on what will happen to us. He is determined to make sure that no man can ever take advantage of his wife again. He is so insanely jealous, I’m only allowed to come here tonight without my guards because Nathan firmly believes this is a totally all woman house. That means servants and all. I pray he’ll never have any reason to doubt that."

Elizabeth Chesterfield rolled sensuously onto her stomach. " Please be gentle there are still some bruises from my last beating."

Lady Miranda insisted on examining her and gave a venomous cry of rage at what she found." She seemed little mollified by Elizabeth’s casual acceptance "My darling this is still open my love. Nathan can’t believe I can gain satisfaction in an all woman household. If only he knew! Now come, Miranda, its not that sore and longs for your gorgeous tongue, to moisten and prepare it for that wonderful instrument to come. Oh you’ve no idea how I’ve dreamed of this for weeks my, beautiful strong lover. "

 

Hilarie and his struggle against his feminization is continued in book four. In this continuing sequel, Hilarie learns of Alice’s of strange and bizarre background. How a family tragedy led to the changes to her body and the bizarre life she must now lead.

 

 

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