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The Gilded Cage                by: Ann Browning

 

Book 5

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 sister-in-law, Lady Miranda Fauntleroy, a specialist in the treatment of uncontrollable boys.

Within Lady Miranda’s mansion he is disciplined and feminism. He spends the first weeks as an infant girl and threatened with a change of sex if he does not bow to his Aunt’s will. Hilarie meets Jamie; whose past was similar to his own. Jamie has been feminism by his Aunt Madame Edwina and sexually mutilated at the hands of the surgeon Doctor Buell. Hilarie is instructed to hide his true sex from Jamie, but later that night, Hilarie discovers the elegant Madame Edwina is a male and she and Jamie are lovers.

A few weeks later Alice and her Mother arrive. Hilarie is forced to dress as a young girl suffering intense humiliation at the hands of Alice. Later spending the night with Alice he discovers "she" is in fact a boy. Seduced by her beauty, they make love and Alice promises to explain her predicament the following morning. He spends the night pondering his strange life wondering where it will lead. He hears her story the brutality she and her mother have suffered at the hands of her father. He knows he is in love and make plans to live together. However the path of true love is difficult to negotiate and Alice is forced to leave confined in a terrible corset.

 

Chapter 1

Following the departure of Alice and her mother, the wish to escape, turned into an obsession. Hilarie realized that unless he took action very soon he would drift into an acceptance of his plight. Alice and Jamie now seem to have reached that point, there was nothing they could do, all hope was gone. It may have been unfair to compare the two, but they were both bound to their captors by a deep feeling of guilt and the need to atone for their actions. Although both action’s had resulted in the death of their sisters, their motives had been different, Jamie’s act had been driven by greed and self gratification . Alice however misguided had been attempting to bring social justice to a poor and desperate people. To Hilarie there was a sense of poetic justice in the relationship of Jamie and the paradoxical Madame Simpson-Dupree.

He could never accept the plight of Alice Chesterfield and her mother, they must be rescued from the control of the cruel and sadistic tyrant, who by all accounts was insane. It was a double tragedy for Hilarie for not only was it totally unjust, he was deeply in love with Alice and he could not understand accept her stoic resignation of the life her Father had forced her into. Hilarie had sworn to rescue her and he intended to carry out his vow. The terror and discomfort she must be going through sent shivers through him. General Chesterfield (Rtd) had taken Alice and her Mother to Saudi Arabia. Hilarie had been allowed to accompany them to the Airport and wish Alice farewell.

He had watched helpless, as she was forced into a "Venus" corset. A terrible garment which confined her arms, making her totally helpless. Both Alice and her mother would be forced to wear these the whole time they were away, what made it even more horrible was General Chesterfield knew his wife suffered from claustrophobia, despite that she had been forced into a similar garment. It would be a horrifying experience for both them and his hatred of General Chesterfield was growing like a canker in his mind.

Even though he was a virtual prisoner, his confinement in comparison to Alice under General Chesterfield was totally benign. Despite this the outcome was still the same he was still a prisoner, he lacked freedom. While Alice’s cage may have been of steel, his gilded cage was still a prison.. Lady Miranda was a kinder warder but within a silk prison his manhood was rapidly being stripped from him.

He had to escape. Once in the outside world it should be easy to find an Attorney to free him from the guardianship imposed those months ago which bound him to his Aunt. He had been coerced into the Mansion, all of it without his consent. Unlike Jamie or Alice he had committed no crime and had nothing to fear. At the moment he had no access to the hundreds of millions that made up his fortune, but with the promise of a substantial contingency fee, some attorney would take up his cause.

However that was in the future, first there was the question of escape from his aunt’s -Lady Miranda Fauntleroy’s mansion. He had little hope of fleeing during the night. At that time he was not only corseted, dressed in silk night dresses, but his hands were confined. It would be during daytime that he would have to complete a break out. Hilarie had read lots of thrillers and seen enough television to know that good planning was essential. So over the last two weeks he had kept a close watch on the duties of each of the staff members. Plotting their routines, checking their duties and location. Unfortunately for him the security of the household was very good and there were few areas he could exploit.

It would not be a case of just walking out the front door. For a start it was locked and monitored from a control point. When any staff wished to leave, they pushed a bell next to the door, identified themselves on a closed circuit television monitor, only then was the electronic lock released and this only allowed you into the extensive grounds. Up till a week ago Hilarie had no idea what lay beyond the lawns and gardens that lay close to the house. It was only on his trip to the Airport that he came to understand just how difficult it was going to be. The mansion was surrounded by large grounds, it was several minutes driving time from the mansion to the gates and the grounds were enclosed by high brick walls, these topped by carefully concealed razor wire.

The gates, like the house doors were electronically controlled and scanned by the same closed circuit television. It would be impossible to scale the walls and being allowed out through the gates was highly unlikely. Even if he achieved all this, the mansion was situated in the wealthiest part of the city and police and private security organization carried out frequent patrols. Someone on foot was certain to be stopped and questioned and he was sure that he would himself back in his Aunt’s clutches very quickly.

It was going to be difficult but clearly not impossible over the weeks he’d identified one weakness. The household laundry was cleaned by an outside contractor and the dirty laundry was collected once a week. The method of collection was quite different to the other goods which arrived and departed from the service entrance. All the household laundry was removed via the front entrance, the laundry hampers were stored in a storeroom on the same floor as Hilarie’s bedroom. Late afternoon on Friday a large van arrived, the laundered materials unloaded and the dirty laundry hampers were taken down in the elevator placed and loaded into the van through the front entrance.

Hilarie saw this as his escape opportunity. Secreting himself into a hamper of dirty laundry, The baskets were certainly large enough to secret himself inside then once clear of the grounds he could then climb out of the basket and remove himself from the van when he was close to the city. He could see there were a number of problems, but it seemed the only chance he had of escaping. Clothing was the first consideration, the clothes he wore were no longer infant’s clothing, these had been changed after Alice’s visit.

However what he was wearing could not be considered "normal" clothing. Aunt Miranda, had told him his behavior was so much better that he could be expected to be treated in a more adult fashion. So now his clothing were no longer children’s, but were those of a girl in her teens. The only problem being the clothing was fashioned in the "Gibson Girl" style. A style popular prior in the early part of the century. His dress today was straight out of "Mary Poppins" an ankle length skirt of pink taffeta overlaid with blue organza, a tiny waist and "leg of mutton" sleeves. Surprisingly it was quite comfortable, well comfortable compared with what he had become used to over the last months, but it would look totally out of place on the streets.

Whether fate was guiding him to another destiny, he could not be certain, but two days later he found the solution. In the nursery, at the back of a dark cupboard he found a pair of jeans and a plain white silk blouse, very like a man’s shirt. Next to them was a black jacket and a flat cap, they were left over from a play. Their fit was not the best but they would do for the escape, he pushed them deeper into the box. The nursery was next to his bedroom suite and it would take only a few moments to collect and don them. Now all that he had to wait for was the opportunity.

 

Chapter 2.

The very next day, Friday the opportunity arose. Aunt Miranda was to have dinner with some friends and Miss Yvette and Madame Hester would be away shopping. As Peggy would be driving his Aunt this meant that only the kitchen staff, the two house maids and the garden staff would be on duty. He knew that with Madame Hester away the staff would tend to be more lax and spend most of their time in the kitchen.

Next afternoon Miss Yvette left him studying in Nursery, and immediately the cars left the driveway he began to change. His first problem came when trying to remove his corset. Miss Yvette had knotted the laces tightly and try as he might there was no way he could undo it. He was reluctant to cut them whilst he was in the house, for if anything happened to prevent his escape today there would a lot of explaining to do. So until he was free the corset would have to remain. He wiped off the makeup and donned the clothing. Twisted his hair into a knot, and pushed beneath the cap. The shoes were the next problem, and the best he could do was a pair of flattish heeled "Mary Jane ankle straps.

A quick glance in the mirror suggested a girl in jeans rather than a boy. It was the best he could do, at least he wouldn’t attract too much attention. Luckily he still had the twenty dollars that Alice had given him, just in case something came up. It was almost time for the laundry van. Hilarie opened the nursery door, no one was in sight. He moved quickly and silently down the stairs. The first was completely full, there was no space for him. The second, loaded with silk sheets would hold him. Hilarie scrambled in and burrowed beneath the sheets, even if the lid was opened it was unlikely he would be noticed.

He had been just in time, there was the sound of footsteps and he felt the basket lift. A male voice said "Jesus, this is heavy what have they got in here, a body ?" A few moments later, he was jolted as the basket crashed onto the van deck. Minutes later the second thudded into position alongside it, the motor roared and Hilarie was on the way to freedom. Hilarie was in a quandary, he had no way of knowing whether the inside of the van was separated from the driving cabin. If it was not and he lifted the lid, this would be immediately noticed. Still there was no sound of voices, it was time to take a chance. Unraveling himself from the linen, he quietly lifted the lid. There was no sign of the laundry crew, so opening the basket he climbed out.

Besides the ones from the mansion there were a further four baskets which appeared to contain laundered material. This would present his best chance to escape, while they were unloading a basket he would quietly disembark and walk away. At that moment the van began to slow, quickly he jumped back into the basket closing the lid. Hilarie heard the van’s door open and then the scrape as a basket was drawn out. He waited a few moments and then slowly opened the lid. The van interior was empty, it seemed now or never. Hilarie was about to climb from the basket, but before he could, the crew returned with more clothing. Moments later the van began moving again and Hilarie stayed within the basket. After jolting around for what seemed hours the van at last drew to a halt. It swung about and began reversing, then there was a thud as it came to a sudden halt. He felt the basket lift into the air then crash to the ground, it took all his effort to stop gasping as the air was expelled from his lungs with the crash.

"The others have gone, this lot will wait till tomorrow." The only reply was a grunt from the other party.

"What’s the code for the alarm?"

"1776 and remember there’s two minute delay before it switches on"

The voices gradually moved away. Suddenly Hilarie realized what they were talking about, they were about to leave , but before they did the alarm was about to be switched on and once it was he’d be trapped. They’d had a similar one at home, it was usually hidden, but could be deactivated by using the same code. He risked lifting the lid until he could just peep out. Sure enough one man was standing beside a small cupboard, then he picked up a bag and walked out and closed the door. Hilarie jumped quickly out of the basket and raced to the cupboard, sure enough there was an electronic alarm. He entered the code he had heard and saw the light go out, for a time at least he was safe.

Hilarie ran back to the basket and climbed back inside. He wanted to be sure the staff had not realized the building was no longer alarmed. After ten minutes he knew he was safe and began to explore his surroundings. In the next room there was row upon row of pressed and cleaned clothing. Hilarie checked that the windows were tightly shuttered and turned on the side lights.

Using a nearby mirror he examined himself. His appearance left a lot to be desired, and no matter how he wished it otherwise he still looked like a very pretty girl in rather down and out circumstances. He decided first of all to remove the corset, and with the jeans and blouse off, he attacked the laces with a handy pair of scissors. It felt such a relief to be free of that garment. At last he was free of feminine clothes. He looked around, be it destiny or whatever he was now surrounded by men’s clothing, for the first time in months he could return to being male. Still naked he looked through the chests of clean clothing. He found some cotton jockey shorts, a pair of dark wool sox and a white on white business shirt.

Moving along the racks he selected a dark wool suit with a light pin stripe. It was the right size and apart from being the trousers being tight across his hips and very loose in the waist. It surprised Hilarie that he didn’t feel great relief in at last wearing male clothing that he had fought so hard for over the last months. Instead the touch of the cotton and wool was quite uncomfortable and felt rather alien against his skin. He found a silk tie and knotted it about his neck. A further look unearthed a pair of wing tip shoes which fitted rather well. Now fully dressed he again approached the mirror, except for his long hair he expected to look every bit a young man. Instead he looked ridiculous, the change of clothing had not helped at all. In fact he looked even more feminine than before.

He reached for the scissors about to cut his hair short. Suddenly he realized that it wouldn’t help, the objective was to escape and get to an attorney who would be able to help him. If he remained dressed as a male he’d be an object of curiosity on the streets, a girl in male clothing. For the moment at least he’d remain a girl. Hilarie knew that he had been free for just two hours. It was likely that a search would be soon be in progress, eventually the trail would lead to the laundry, so the sooner he quit the premises the better.

He hurried now finding a cream silk camisole and matching tap panties. Next to them was a matching garter belt and silky nylon stockings. These didn’t feel as nice on his legs as the pure silk stockings he normally wore. The thought struck him as so very odd that he would think of the feel of silk on his skin while he was trying to escape the wrath of his aunt. A cream silk petticoat was next, it was prettily trimmed with self colored lace on the bust and hem. He was not prepared to wear a bra and sought for something to hide the fact he was rather deficient in this area.

From the pressed clothing rack he chose a deep gold satin blouse, it was quite plain, but had a deep cowl neckline which would help build up his deficient bust . Next to the blouse was a dark green Chanel suit of raw silk. It fitted perfectly and once again he was clothed as a girl. It was so ironic that less than two hours ago he been desperate to remove them. He applied some make up he’d found rather heavily. He wanted too look older on this occasion and with the use of a deep red lipstick, the heavy eye make up and a liberal application of blusher he succeeded.

A pair of medium heeled shoes fitted perfectly and at last he was ready to leave, but Where on earth to go? He couldn’t wander the streets, a hotel or motel was needed and that required money. He tried the office, it was unlikely they’d leave any cash around. Again destiny seemed to play a hand, there semi hidden in the third drawer were, the days taking, almost a thousand dollars in cash. Promising himself that everything would be returned twice over, Hilarie found a suitable handbag and scooped the money into it. About to leave, he suddenly thought he couldn’t turn up at a hotel with no luggage. A smart travel bag provided the answer. Quickly filling it with a change of clothing, fresh underwear and some night wear he was ready to depart.

Hilarie knew that time was running out, but it was important to remove all traces of his visit. The corset and clothing he’d worn to escape went into the building’s furnace. He straightened the racks, hiding any evidence of disturbance. Resetting the alarm he picked up the case and pulled the door shut. Hilarie moved onto the street. Then stood and looked about him, it was dusk and the building he had just left "JEEVES The Gentlefolk’s Laundry" lay on the edge of the main street. Only twenty yards away was a well lighted boulevard.

 

Chapter 3.

As Hilarie moved towards it a large car swept around the corner. He stepped quickly into the shadows not wanting to be seen. It screeched to a stop outside the laundry and he saw the familiar figure of Peggy jump out. They had obviously brought a member of the laundry with them, the door was opened and they ran inside. Hilarie waited, crouched in the shadows. If they discovered his new guise, he’d have to change plans. A few minutes later they departed, it seemed unlikely that they knew he’d been there. It would be tomorrow before the money was missed and it might not be associated with his escape. Hilarie stopped at the nearest phone box, and quickly found a hotel that would be suitable. It was far enough away from Jeeve’s to be safe.

The reception desk offered no difficulties after he’d offered to pay in advance for the night. Now alone in the room he at last had a chance to draw breath. Hilarie realized he hadn’t eaten since breakfast and rang room service asking for a meal to be sent up. There was nothing to do after Hilarie had finished his meal. He unpacked the travel bag. This was his first chance to examine the clothing hurriedly scooped up at Jeeves. There were two sets of satin camisole and tap panties, almost identical to those he was wearing, a two pairs of nylon stockings and a silk garter belt. The outer clothes were a moss green colored silk trouser suit, with slim ankle fitting pants and a "Chanel" type jacket. The blouse was apricot satin, cowl necked, very similar to the one he was wearing.

He hung the clothing in the wardrobe, undressed and slipped on the night wear. It was ironic, after escaping the feminine web, he was pulling over his head an ivory satin gown lavishly trimmed with lace. The satin slithered sensuously down his body, it felt exquisite, like being submerged in bubbly champagne. Hilarie tried to ignore the familiar signals being sent to his body. He wouldn’t give in this time, he wanted to escape the net not be drawn further into it.

Normally, by this stage Miss Yvette would have relieved the tension his body was beginning to display. Desperate to take his mind away from the blood coursing into his lower body he turned to the television. Immediately the screen was filled with two faces in close up kissing passionately, they were both female, quite beautiful if somewhat heavily made up. He watched intrigued, the camera drew back from the close up to show red finger tipped hands alluringly caressing one another’s breasts. The nipples of each woman were distended, swollen and erect.

Hilarie felt his face flush with excitement, and he could feel the familiar warm rush of blood begin to suffuse his whole body. He wanted to turn away from the images but it was impossible, the lust and sexuality displayed by the two participants held him enthralled. Hilarie reached down, stroking himself through the cool slippery satin. The touch was total enticement, he felt like a schoolboy in a sweet shop, it was so deliciously tempting after all these months. Lady Miranda’s control had been total all this had been impossible, his hands always secured in his "good boy" sleeves, protected from the temptation that had now moved into reality.

He caressed the tautly erect organ through the satin, mesmerized by the images on the screen. As the camera moved back it turned to present a back view and he saw that somehow the two women were coupled. Their bodies rising and falling in violent passion. The images moved into close-up, and filled the screen with ruby red lips, tongues entwined, and lust filled eyes circled with eye shadow and liner. By now Hilarie was totally caught up in the act, with his hands lubricated by the cool satin feverishly caressed his member. The tension within him was rising, he knew he could not stop now, to keep his gown clean he reached beneath it, wrapping his straining organ in the satin tap panties he had just discarded.

He was caught up in the scene before him, sharing the eroticism with the two women on the screen. By now he was on the edge, the feeling was almost unbearable. Every nerve was taut, he was on the edge of exploding. But he did want to be on his own, he wished to share it with them. His caressing continued as the camera lenses swooped into a close-up between the legs of the women. In shock, Hilary saw, swelling from beneath the legs of the lower partner and stretching up her stomach was an erect organ and swollen testes. Thrusting backwards and forwards deep into "her" rectum was "her" partners distended member, the sac swinging heavily between "her" legs with every stroke.

Hilarie was deep in shock, instantly he felt unclean and mortified at being aroused by two men having sex. But worse, when he found he couldn’t stop. His mind had reacted but his hands continued their frantic caressing until all three climaxed together. The screen partners were oblivious and completely unaware of the anguished sobs echoing through the room as Hilarie erupted explosively deep into the satin panties. Certain now that his aunt was right, he was a closet transsexual. Later as he finally drifted into a troubled sleep the image still troubled him. Was it going to be possible to break free from the feelings which were gradually taking over his body.

Morning brought no further relief from his troubles. He had just completed his shower and had barely his donned panties and bra when the breakfast he had ordered the previous night arrived. He wrapped the large bath towel about him as the young bell hop wheeled the trolley into the room, Hilarie tried to ignore the appreciative look the young bell hop gave him. He dressed in the silk trouser suit and satin blouse, thinking that with luck this would be the last time he’d have to wear women’s clothing. He looked in the handbag, yes the page he had torn from the "yellow" pages in Aunt Miranda’s telephone book was still there. Picking up the case he moved from the hotel and walked towards the first attorney he’d chosen from the list.

The building was a cubist tower block of glass and concrete and his destination was the twentieth floor. The young very pretty receptionist, her nameplate said -Miss Cornwall- seemed rather taken back by his request to see the senior partner. At first Hilarie thought she was about to refuse him, then she glanced at her desk and asked him to excuse her for a moment. Minutes later she returned smiling widely and asked him to follow her. A short distance down the corridor she showed him into a sumptuous office. Miss Cornwall said the Senior partner Mr. John Foster would join him very shortly. He accepted her kind offer of coffee, and as he sat drinking it he went over in his mind the explanation he would give to the attorney. He settled his head back onto the chair wanting to close his eyes. Suddenly he felt so very tired, unable to keep his eyes open. The drowsiness increased, and just before he lost consciousness, he knew with awful realization that he’d been drugged.

 

Chapter 4

"Come on its’ time to wake up." the voice was the familiar sound of Miss Yvette and Hilarie realized he was back in the hands of his Aunt. A very angry Miss Yvette then proceeded to introduce him to his punishment for escaping.

That was two days ago after Miss Yvette had finished bathing and drying him. Then instead of fastening him to the trapeze to for corseting she had made him stand along his bed. At that moment Peggy entered, dour and taciturn she stood with Miss Yvette. He knew he was in trouble then because Peggy was the one used to subdue anyone likely to cause trouble. Miss Yvette laid a number of strange garments on the bed. Knowing it was pointless either to struggle or argue he stood quietly as Miss Yvette began to dress him. She picked up the corset, it was quite different to the one he usually wore and at once he recognized what it was. It was long and quite broad shouldered and there were no armhole. A wave of cold horror passed over his body, and he could feel the blood drain from his face. He was about to be placed in a Venus corset.

The last time Hilarie had seen one of these devices was on Alice just before she had left for Saudi Arabia.

He had seen her trussed and completely helpless within the cruel garment. Now he was about to receive the same treatment. He turned to Miss Yvette, his eyes and voice imploring her.

"Please Miss Yvette, please don’t make me wear this I beg you."

Miss Yvette’s face showed her feelings her lips were tight and unsmiling but in her eye’s was a sadness. Hilarie could see that her heart was not in this punishment.

"I’m sorry Hilarie but the time for a plea has long passed. Her Ladyship wants to be sure you understand the problems you’ve caused. Now will let place this on you or must Peggy hold you?"

Hilarie knew it was pointless to resist, the punishment would only become worse. Miss Yvette wrapped the garment about his body. Peggy took hold of his hands and arms, drawing them behind his back. His hands were placed in a single silk tube with lacing down the outside, and he knew this would form a one silk glove for both his arms. It was drawn up his arms until they were fully encased in the silk, then Peggy began tightening the lacing, drawing his arms together until his elbows were almost touching.

It was uncomfortable rather than painful. The glove pulling his shoulders back and thrusting his chest forward. Peggy then attached the glove to the inside of the corset drawing his arms down until the palms of his hands were cupping the moons of his bottom. Now the corset was in place, Miss Yvette began lacing it about him. The garment began a few inches below his hips, a two inch wide band of heavy satin fastening about each leg. The corset was laced up the center back of the corset. It continued through a wasp waist, and right up his spine until it finished at the nape of his neck. He was completely encased in the rigid boned satin, from his hips to the neck where the corset finished in a tight collar.

Miss Yvette was merciless in tightening the laces. When she had finished it was so tight he felt quite faint, scarcely able to breath. He began to panic, the sense of confinement was overwhelming, "Take it off me Miss Yvette, I can’t breath" he screamed "take it off."

Miss Yvette slapped him across the face "Be quiet Hilarie!"

It was not enough to stop him "please Miss Yvette I can’t stand it, please let me go."

"If you don’t stop I’ll gag you. Now relax and you’ll be alright." said Miss Yvette.

Rather than face the prospect of a gag in his mouth with even more difficulty in breathing Hilarie accepted his fate. He raised each leg in turn allowing Miss Yvette to slide the silk stockings on. These in turn were stretched and fastened tautly to the six suspenders on each leg.

Silk pantalets with long lacy frills on the openings of the legs were drawn up over the silk stockings. Even in this state the sibilant whisper of silk on silk sent a shiver of excitement coursing through his body. Miss Yvette drew a satin petticoat over his head, the bodice was tucked and frilled with lacy inserts. The skirt was closely sleek, fitting snugly over his hips and very tightly over his knees. At the hem line were a series of pearl buttons that followed the back seam and allowed it to be opened or closed for walking. Closing the buttons would allow only a few inches of movement to his legs, and would make walking almost impossible. This morning Miss Yvette very generously opened the slit almost all the way, even so his steps would need to be quite small. Two more petticoats were drawn over his head, they were of white taffeta and lace, full and bouffant.

Hilarie felt something being attached to his shoulders , at the same time a white satin blouse was fastened about him, quite plain with just a touch of cream lace at the neck and cuffs. To Hilarie’s chagrin from the satin opening emerged two realistic looking hands, they were demurely clasped together in front of him. The skirt Miss Yvette placed about his waist was of ice blue silk. Falling to just below his knee of knife edge pleats it was delightfully full and looked so easy to wear. Hilarie thought of the tight slip about his knees and thought of how deceptive the comfort of clothing could be. Miss Yvette placed shoes on his feet, thankfully these were quite low heeled. Even so they tipped him forward slightly, and automatically he tried to adjust his balance with his arms, which of course proved quite impossible. Miss Yvette assisted him to sit before the mirror as she applied his makeup. On this occasion just a trace of lipstick, eye shadow and some blusher.

Seated before the mirror Hilarie had managed to capture his thoughts. Panic again was beginning to flood his body, the feeling of overwhelming constraint and confinement set him trembling, he couldn’t stay strapped in this corset for more than an hour without losing his mind.

"Miss Yvette, when can you take me out of this, I really can’t stand being swaddled like this." said Hilarie his lower lip trembling with emotion.

"I’m afraid you’ll have to take that up with her Ladyship, and it will be two days before you can see her." said Miss Yvette.

Never had a day seemed so long, it was pure torture seated in his room being able to do so little except sit and wait for the day to pass. He could not eat or drink without help. Reading was out of the question and he had been forbidden any form of television. Hilarie was allowed to wander where he wished within the house, but he was stopped by any closed door and the staff were not very cooperative, after all most had suffered some severe punishment from Madame Hester for allowing to escape. By the end of the day he would have literally done anything to be released. He ached in every muscle and joint. The worst feeling was the mental anguish he felt in having to ask for help for the simplest task. A drink of water, any food or even going to the toilet.

After an early dinner he was taken to his bedroom and undressed and the corset removed. Hilarie had never felt so relieved, but this was to be short lived. Miss Yvette made him complete a series of exercises. They lasted almost an hour, he was kept bending, stretching and swinging to free his arms and shoulders. If he thought he was going to escape confinement for the night, Peggy’s arrival with a tube like silk garment soon changed his mind. This time he had to seat himself whilst a silken cocoon was drawn up his legs and body. Each arm went into a separate sleeve fastened to the cocoon. The top was fastened by tapes and he was totally immobilized within it.

He spent the next day and night in the same manner and by this time he was willing to do anything to get out of the terrible prison he was in. Never had he felt like this, every moment was a trial, try as might he could not relax and for the whole time his mind screamed "let me out, for god’s sake let me out!" On the third morning he was dressed in the same manner and escorted to breakfast with Lady Miranda. She was quite relaxed, wearing a dark blue silk trouser suit, high necked and trimmed with white satin. To his surprise Lady Miranda was smiling. "Well Hilarie how do you feel?" Hilarie was scared , he had expected her to be still very angry and the lack of it in her manner was very worrying.

"Oh! Aunt Miranda I’m very sorry for what I did."

"Not half as sorry, I’m sure, as you will be when this is finished. "Lady Miranda turned to Miss Yvette. "Another two weeks to go isn’t it Yvette?" The pretty maid nodded her head.

The shock of what he heard made Hilarie cry out. "Nooo please Aunt Miranda, don’t leave me like this. Please Aunt I beg you. I can’t stand any more." Tears began flowing down Hilarie’s cheeks, "please don’t keep me in this, please I beg you."

"Beg me Hilarie, I can’t see any sign of that. Yvette take this wretched boy away until he learns some gratitude and better manners." Lady Miranda gave a dismissive wave of her hand to say the meeting was over.

Hilarie knew what he had to do to stop the terrible punishment continuing. Somehow retaining his balance he fell to his knees, and struggling forward he bent forward and placed his lips on Lady Miranda’s shoes. He was conscious of the tears running down his face as he looked up and beseeched her to forgive him. He tried to explain his reason, how the plan to rescue Alice had replaced all other thoughts.

To his tremendous relief Lady Miranda smiled as she said "Quite the little romantic aren’t we. For some strange reason I believe this rather foolish tale, and I’ll let you out of the remainder of the Venus punishment. This means Doctor Buell’s treatment can go ahead straight away. " Lady Miranda saw a protest shaping in Hilarie’s eye’s. "Of course if you are going to argue, it can continue."

Hilarie knew he would lose whatever he said. Lady Miranda looked at him again. "No Hilarie, you are not going to lose that object you seem to hold most precious and seems to cause all the trouble. You are however going to receive a permanent reminder of your change and this just might help to improve your behavior." She turned to Miss Hester, "Telephone Doctor Buell and see if the operation can be brought forward to today."

The trembling boy lay at her feet until the house keeper returned. "Doctor Buell says your request can be met my lady, just whenever you are ready."

Lady Miranda said to Miss Yvette "Take the sniveling wretch away, dress him as a boy today, because after this it will a lot more difficult for him. Besides the worthy Doctor gets far more of a thrill when he gets pretty boys to deal with!"

 

Chapter 5.

Hilarie tried unsuccessfully to put the terrible thoughts of what might lay ahead of him out of his mind. But this was proving impossible, as tremors racked his body and he began shivering in fear. Back in his room, Miss Yvette removed the restrictive clothes and corset. Even having back the freedom of movement did little to ease the depression that settled upon him. Hilarie was not tied to the trapeze bar. Miss Yvette recognized that there was likely to be little resistance from the completely demoralized boy. Once the corset was a in place and his stockings fastened, she withdrew from a small box a strange looking instrument. It was a slim gold band with a tear shaped pendulum attached.

‘ Miss Yvette showed it to him and explained it would be fitted to his testes sac. It was designed to prevent him running away. Provided he walked in a normal way it would not hurt him at all, but if he tried to run it would swing heavily against him and cause a great deal of pain. She fitted the device, the top band was tight about the mouth of the sac constricting the bag and making it swell slightly. Miss Yvette demonstrated the effect, by drawing back the pendulum and letting it swing against the swollen sac. At once a sharp pain knifed through his body. It was clear that any attempt at escape was impossible.

. Now the maid began dressing him over the corset went a pair of white silk camiknickers. The sleeveless bodice was smocked and trimmed with baby blue ribbon which matched the slender shoulder ribbons. The camiknickers hugged his body to the hips, then the bloomer like legs flared voluminously before finishing just above his ankles. The rear of the camiknickers had a nature flap. This was fastened by three buttons to the waistband, with a further three press studs on each side. Attached to the bottom of the elasticized legs was a deep frill of soft Alencon lace which covered his ankles.

He raised his arms to accept the navy blue silk blouse with a "Peter Pan" collar. Beneath the collar was a white jabot in Alencon lace. It was narrow at the top and flared widely to cover almost half the his non existent breasts. The lace matched that on the long voluminous bishop sleeves and the designer with a fine eye for detail had matched this lace with the frill on the bottom of the camiknickers. Miss Yvette began to fit the last garment, it was a knee length pair of pantaloons, in finely pleated soft silk satin. If fell from a belted waist to tightly hug his hips before flaring widely at mid thigh. The bottoms of the legs were extremely wide and finished at mid calf. The pantaloons were short enough to complete expose the bottoms of his silk camiknickers, whose frills and lace fluttered with his every movement.

Miss Yvette slipped the dark blue satin high heeled glace kid pumps onto his feet, and began to apply his make up. She had just completed this when Lady Miranda arrived. At this stage he had to parade before the Cheval mirror. Whilst he did this both Lady Miranda and Miss Yvette commented on his beauty. In the end he was drawn into the argument quite against his will. They went through the areas that made him look so pretty. The long gleaming platinum blonde hair, the perfect face with its retrousse nose, generous lips and deep lustrous eyes. His body suffered somewhat in comparison, the flat chest didn’t balance the tiny waist and softly rounded feminine hips. It was obvious beneath the clinging satin camiknickers that his legs were softly rounded with exceptionally slender ankles above the tiny feet.

What really spoilt the feminine picture occurred between the waist and knees. Where the navy blue satin pantaloons should have been a soft feminine mound, there was instead a monstrous bulge as an erect male member thrust boldly against the delicate fabric. All the feminine accoutrements he wore and his delicate beauty were lost at this point. No matter how feminine the rest of Hilarie appeared this obscene signpost stated quite blatantly that this beautiful girl was in fact male with all the facilities well and truly intact.

The display was partly his own fault, for he had been flaccid until he was shown his image and immediately he could feel himself swelling and becoming erect. Partly because Hilarie had narcissistic over the months, and the sight of his own feminized image both shamed and excited him. It was only partly because Miss Yvette had made no attempt to masturbate him since his capture. Hilarie had become very used to this every night and morning. The lack of this relief create unbelievable tension in his body and three to four times a night he was experiencing erotic dreams and the inevitable seminal discharge. At his mirrored image Hilarie felt both disgust and an excitement. Miss Yvette immediately told Hilarie to control himself, it was disgusting, she said to make such a display.

Lady Miranda on the other hand was quite intrigued by what was happening to the blushing and humiliated boy. "Does this always happen Yvette?"

"Not always my Lady, it occurs mainly when Hilarie is wearing a girlish costume that will hide his boyish parts, providing he controls himself. But let him look at himself in a mirror and this is what happens." said Miss Yvette.

"Hmm, how interesting." Said Lady Miranda "The boy just doesn’t want to accept what we can all see is true. Never mind, once Doctor Buell operates today that will change."

Hilarie began to tremble he wanted to plead his case once more he lifted his eyes and saw a gleam in Lady Miranda’s eyes anticipating what he was about to say. In that moment he knew there was no escape, any argument he put forward would be futile and his pleas would only result in further debasement. His silence disconcerted Lady Miranda, "Well Hilarie have you nothing to say."

"No, Aunt Miranda." said Hilarie.

There was a brief flash of anger in Lady Miranda’s eyes at the refusal of her nephew to humiliate himself by pleading for her mercy. Her voice was quite sharp as she said "Come Yvette, bring him along, let Doctor Buell deal with him.

Peggy, dressed today in a black silk chauffeur uniform, piloted the large car to the discreet entrance of the clinic. The only sign that the conventional looking building set in a large garden and surrounded by high stone walls contained anything out of the ordinary was the small brass plate at the gates. The gatehouse manned by two security guards, both women and although they obviously recognized the car, stopped it and carefully scrutinized it before allowing it to pass. Hilarie and Lady Miranda entered the clinic. Hilarie, to his chagrin had not lost his erection on the short drive, if anything it had intensified. Hilarie did not want to look down, he knew it was very obvious as with every step it wobbled up and down like a semaphore within the silken prison of the navy blue satin pantaloons. Within the clinic he was aware of other people, not a lot maybe half a dozen, some were probably patients, others dressed in smart expensive uniforms were obviously the clinic staff.

This was the first time Hilarie had been placed in public in such effeminate clothes. It was so humiliating, as they turned to look at him. He felt his face blush red and wanted to escape any scrutiny, along a carpeted corridor he saw the sign Doctor Buell. Ignoring Lady Miranda’s warning he began running towards it, immediately he was hit with a sharp pain as Miss Yvette’s pendulum slammed into his jewel sac. His next steps were far more cautious as he entered the office just ahead of Lady Miranda.

 

Chapter 6.

A woman stood up to greet him. She was very tall, and stood very erect towering above Hilarie. Barefoot, she would have been at least six feet and the very high heeled boots she wore made her considerably taller. This was emphasized by her extremely slender body. Her appearance was striking rather than beautiful. The skin a light coffee color, her black hair in short tight curls, close to her head. Her face was strongly formed with high cheek bones, generous lips and dark almost black almond shaped eyes. Her dress was very unusual, almost curious for her role as nurse. A wrap around buttercup yellow satin uniform. This buttoned across the right shoulder and tied at the waist, it was cut very tight and short. The hem barely reaching halfway down her thighs and just meeting the thigh length white leather high heeled boots which were laced tight as a second skin up each leg. Matching leather gloves, with open finger tips, covered her arms, and disappeared into the sleeves of her uniform. The crimson finger nails emerging from the open finger tips of the gloves were the longest he’d ever seen over an inch in length and tapering to a sharp point. Emerging from her uniform and secured tightly about her neck was a broad collar which in the same white leather. A gold name plate secured to the collar proclaimed her to be "Ernestine."

She showed no surprise at his appearance, nor the bulge now omnipresent in his pantaloons. "You must be Hilarie" she said in a rather husky deep voice. "Doctor Buell is ready for you and Lady Miranda." Although she spoke clearly, there seemed to a slight speech impediment, as though her mouth was full. The smile she gave him was rather sad, as though she felt quite sorry for what he was about to undergo. Hilarie was about to reply when Lady Miranda entered. For once his Aunt always so composed looked rather nonplussed at finding "Ernestine". Her recovery was quick as she said "You must be new I don’t think I’ve seen you before."

Before the receptionist could reply the door to her right opened and a diminutive individual stepped from it.

"Ah Miranda, you have arrived. "

Hilarie was not sure whether the doctor was male or female. It was difficult to guess the age, but probably about fifty with curled dark hair, fine smooth skin and a lithe slender figure. The doctor took Lady Miranda’s hand and kissed the tips of her fingers. Then turned towards Hilarie, Doctor Buell was dressed in white, in what appeared to be a silk pants suit and beneath the jacket was a tailored silk shirt. Even looking directly it was impossible to tell what the sex was.

The eyes were the coldest blue Hilarie had ever seen, when they met his he could not help but shrink away in fright. Hilarie felt as though he was being examined under a microscope, he seemed to have no more power than a rabbit before a snake. Doctor Buell smiled, it was the smile of someone who knew exactly how power was wielded and was acutely aware of how much they had. At last those terrible eyes left his, and traveled down his body. They stopped at the straining satin pantaloons then returned, as they gazed once more into Hilarie’s eyes, Lady Miranda was asked "Is he always like this Miranda."

"Not always, only when the dear boy suffers pain or humiliation."

Doctor Buell looked steadily at Hilarie as a delicate finger stroked the rather sharpish nose. "In that case what we’ve planned for him will be ideal."

By now Hilarie was so terrified by the way the Doctor was examining him he was trembling uncontrollably. He could also feel he was losing control of his bladder, at last Doctor Buell turned towards Lady Miranda. "I don’t believe you’ve met my new assistant, Ernestine. The dear girl, is the result of one of the First Lady’s experiments that we were asked to carry out. I’m sure you’ll find her very interesting. But I’m digressing, please come in to my office and let us get to the matter in hand, our young run away. After that if we’ve time I’ll let Ernestine demonstrate her capabilities. Once in the large luxuriously furnished room, Doctor Buell ordered Ernestine to undress Hilarie. "Totally Madame. " she asked. Well at last the question of Doctor Buell’s sex was answered, thought Hilarie. Not knowing whether that made things better or worse. "No leave him his corset and stockings, we don’t want him to feel uncomfortable." said Doctor Buell a faint ironic smile crossing her face.

Ernestine had shepherded Hilarie over to an examination table covered with gleaming white silk sheeting. He had to stand helplessly by as the tall Ernestine unfastened his clothing. He felt some astonishment at the size of her hands. They were not excessively broad, but were extremely long, her fingers tipped with blood red nails seemed to stretch on for ever.

Ernestine was not shy, her hands beneath the taut kid gloves found every sensitive area on Hilarie’s body and the nails seemed to penetrate his flesh. It was not painful, on the contrary, it was very erotic. She caressed him through the satin blouse and when all the buttons were unfastened Ernestine slid it sensually from his body as if he were part of a strip tease show. Whilst he did his best to control himself, it was proving impossible. Despite the humiliation of the involuntary performance before his Aunt and Doctor Buell, his face was highly flushed and beneath the satin and lace pantaloons he was on the point of eruption.

Ernestine’s erotic behavior became more pronounced as she removed his pantaloons. Her fingers by this time had visited every crevice of his body. By the time his bloomers were eased from beneath his legs it was too much and with a loud gasp of the shame at what happening to him he erupted into her leather encased hands. Moving smartly Ernestine avoided the sticky mess and managed to capture it within his silk bloomers.

Throughout his ejaculation, the fingers held him tightly beating a tattoo on the shuddering organ. By the time Hilarie had finished he felt completely spent and drained. Never had masturbation produced such a climax, Miss Yvette’s efforts paled in comparison. Through it all, Ernestine’s fingers allowed no let up and when he was completely spent they ensured he was still hard and erect. Hilarie felt even more humiliated, feeling he had by now completely lost control of his body.

He stood with his eyes cast down, feeling the unutterable shame of his act. Lady Miranda and Doctor Buell came closer, the doctor took Hilarie’s chin in his tilting his face so he had to look in both hers and Aunt Miranda’s eyes. In both women’s eyes there were gleams of satisfaction. Victory, his body at least was theirs to control in whatever way they wished. Now the question was just how long would it take before his mind took the same path.

Doctor Buell weighed his scrotum in the palm of her hand, examining the pendulum Miss Yvette had fitted. Hilarie gasped in pain as she tested the device . "Well how ingenious. What a clever little system. Do you think she’d mind if we use it Miranda." said Doctor Buell.

"Oh I’m sure, she’d be delighted Veronica." replied his aunt.

The Doctor continued with the examination, as Hilarie stood shamefaced still tautly erect, unable to do anything with his condition. Then Doctor Buell flicked the tip of his member with her finger nail, Hilarie gave a squeal of pain, as the organ fell flaccid between his legs.

"Very well Ernestine, completely undress Hilarie and I’ll complete the examination." said the Doctor.

The tall slender nurse began to remove his corset and silk stockings. He fought to remain flaccid, but it was a hopeless situation, by the time the corset was half unlaced, the crimson tipped fingers had once again brought him to a fully tensioned state. His member was nakedly rearing, the tip empurpled and angry.

"Ernestine now has great skill in her fingers. She has been tutored by those skilled in acupuncture, her long nails excite the nerve ends. Ernestine can cause enormous pain or enormous pleasure, sometimes both together. Hilarie’s erotic zones have been stimulated, the arousal will continue and the sexual tension will increase. Very shortly he will be begging for release and only Ernestine will be able to oblige. With what you have told me about him and his homophobia it could create a very interesting situation." said Doctor Buell. Aunt Miranda raised her brow, questioning, but Doctor Buell did not enlighten her further.

The examination continued, the Doctor completing all types of tests. There were blood samples, skin tissue was taken, all the time he prodded and probed. The complex and automated machines alongside the examination table whirred and produced almost instantaneous answers. All the while Hilarie’s fear grew and he could feel the tension build up in his body. By now the whole of his universe was beginning to center about his groin. At last Doctor Buell was finished, she turned to his Aunt. "That will be fine Miranda, I can complete the operation immediately, I can see no complications at all."

Hilarie was almost too frightened to ask, but he had to. "What operation Aunt Miranda.? What’s going to happen to me?" He was a strange sight despite the tiny budding breasts, his body was consummately feminine. The softly rounded hips, the tiny waist, the long shapely legs and the graceful arms and shoulders. As if to emphasize the femininity the beautiful body was quivering in fright, large tears splashing down the trembling cheeks. The image was bizarrely spoilt by the heavy erect member rearing obscenely from between the shapely legs. Empurpled with the veins pulsing to be satisfied it looked totally out of place. The three women gazed on it for a moment, Lady Miranda and Doctor Buell with intrigue and Ernestine with hunger. Suddenly Lady Miranda appeared to have enough. "Ernestine please fetch a robe for Hilarie."

The tall nurse fetched a fine silk satin robe. Shell pink in color with lace collar and trim. It was floor length and quite voluminous and fastened at the neck with a satin ribbon. Hilarie held it draped across his body to give some covering. Even so the robe was that fine and sheer that it tended to reveal more than it concealed and he felt as naked as ever under the gaze of the three women. He had stopped sobbing and was listening as Doctor Buell explained to Aunt Miranda the forthcoming operation.

"We’ll inject a natural gel mixture into his chest area, this is distilled water with a natural hormone to convert it to flesh. There is absolutely no danger as there is no silicone or any foreign material at all. In operation this works almost opposite to the lipo suction method. Instead of sucking fat out of the cells we are increasing the size of the cells with the addition of water. It is very precise and will produce two beautiful breasts." said Doctor Buell.

"Can the process be reversed ?" asked Aunt Miranda.

Doctor Buell looked thoughtful for a moment. "Anything is possible but this would be extremely difficult and quite dangerous. On the whole the answer must be no."

Hilarie tried to speak, he wanted to scream that they couldn’t do this to him, but he knew he was helpless to prevent it. Doctor Buell continued. "I don’t think you are going far enough Miranda. The boy will always be troubled by that part of the anatomy we can see quite clearly at the moment. While we are here I could remove it entirely, make Hilarie into a real girl."

Hilarie could contain himself no longer and with the robe flying out behind him threw himself at his Aunt’s knee’s. Looking beseechingly into her eyes. His voice broken by sobs he cried. "Please Aunt Miranda, don’t let them do that to me,. please!. I promise I’ll obey you."

Aunt Miranda looked long hard at him. Hilarie’s heart almost stopped beating, he was so terrified that she would follow Doctor Buell’s advise. "No Veronica" she said "I don’t think that is an option.

Doctor Buell was not to be put off. "There are alternatives, we could make it smaller, or remove his jewels. I remember someone making that decision all those years ago, was it the right one?". It was most odd as Aunt Miranda blushed bright red at the remark.

"Yes of course it was correct, surely you know that?"

"It would have been terrible mistake if any other decision had been taken. Not only for you but for all the others you’ve helped."

Aunt Miranda shook her head. "No I promised Emily he could remain a boy. This way he will. True he’ll be a sissy boy, but for the time being this operation will be for the breasts only."

Lady Miranda looked into Hilarie’s eyes. "Just remember today Hilarie, if you do anything to disobey me, we’ll be visiting Doctor Buell again. Next time one of those options will be used." Hilarie saw the cold look in her eyes. He was left with no doubt that Lady Miranda meant every word.

"Before we begin the operation, something must be done to reduce the tension in Hilarie" said Doctor Buell. Hilarie knew immediately they meant, he was not looking forward to putting himself in the hands of Ernestine again (literally) but the ache in his swollen member was omnipresent and he was desperate for relief at any price.

"First though, Miranda lets examine Ernestine more closely. She may a surprise for you and almost certainly will have one for Hilarie." said Doctor Buell. "Ernestine, take off your dress and panties."

Ernestine hesitated, but another gesture brought her to her feet. She looked very uncomfortable, but began undoing the button on her right shoulder and unfastening a tie at her waist gracefully slid out of the satin dress. Beneath it was a white satin and lace corselet and silk tap panties. The corselet had no brassiere and her two breasts with the nipples as engorged as Hilarie’s appendage were taut and high. She seemed reluctant to go further. Then with a sigh, she unfastened the crotch of her panties and the button on the side and pulled them almost savagely aside.

Even Lady Miranda was surprised, for Ernestine was neither man nor woman, he or she had the organs of both. There was no pubic hair and the labia could quite clearly be seen. Astonishingly, emerging from between the soft pink lips were the organs of a male. The erect penis was small, about two inches long and quite thick and clearly had no uthera. Below it were the hairless swollen testes The top half of the bag was within, while the two testes protruded through the lips.

Doctor Buell insisted Ernestine display all her attributes to Lady Miranda. By this time his Aunt had overcome her surprise and said "I certainly hadn’t suspected that Ernestine was a hermaphrodite, but surely Veronica, this is not so unusual, there are quite a number born every year."

Doctor Buell smiled. "Of course you are correct Miranda, but very few are made."

This time Lady Miranda looked very puzzled. "Made! Veronica, I don’t understand."

Before replying Doctor Buell snapped a remark to Ernestine, telling her to sit down, while she explained.

 

Chapter 7.

"This is Ernest Brown, a former serial rapist that terrorized Washington. The President’s wife has set up an experimental program to change the sex of psychopathic males and try and make them a more useful member of society. Ernest is the first attempt to create the ultimate sex deterrent. The philosophy was to convert the takers in the sexual act to be givers of pleasure to women and from all accounts if Ernestine is an example it will be very successful."

Ernestine had previously been a very strong and powerful marine. His body had been extremely muscular, the result of body building and steroids. He’d used his strength to terrorize his victims, and hadn’t really been concerned whether these were male or female. By all accounts he had raped thirty men and twelve women. When he had been it had not deterred him, his reign of terror had continued unabated within the prison.

A new radical approach was decided upon. Through surgery he had been converted to Ernestine. Ernestine’s body once massively built had been surgically altered, she had been left tall, but slenderized until it was deliberately quite weak. Ernestine now needed the strong corset, the long leather boots and gloves to support her.

Psychologically Ernestine had been reprogrammed, she continually felt an underlying sense of guilt for what she had done in the past and could only feel relief from this when he was physically penetrated or managed to achieve an orgasm within a woman he was pleasuring. Ernestine also suffered constant sexual excitement but could obtain no sense of relief only a feeling of being a better person. Consequently she was anxious to please in every possible way.

Ernestine had been designed to give sexual pleasure. Her member was particularly suited to stimulate another woman’s clitoris and it worked very successfully. Her vagina was fashioned from Ernestine’s penis. This had been turned inside out and was supplemented by tiny micro processors which could stimulate the nerve endings to produce powerful muscular contractions

Throughout Doctor Bell’s discussion Ernestine had stood motionless, quickly assuming any stance she was told to. Although she obeyed each instruction explicitly she was quite perturbed by the discussion that was taking place. Hilarie had noticed a blaze of anger in her eyes when she had been told to remove her dress. She had obeyed but since she had stood in sullen silence trying unsuccessfully to disguise her weeping as each of the modifications made to her were explained and displayed. Doctor Bell treated her like a machine, outlining the details to Lady Miranda as though Ernestine was a machine or an inanimate object. As the Doctor explained the philosophy behind the experiment, of converting the offender into their victim for remainder of their life. Hilarie could see it would be very successful, a living hell for Ernestine.

Less than a year ago, Ernest had been a large powerful male persistently practicing rape and brutality on women and weaker men. Through the use of steroids and body building he had developed a formidable body. Doctor Buel had taken this from him Now his powerful body once boosted by steroids had been taken from him. Ernestine was frail and enervated and she had to continually give pleasure to a class Ernest had once plundered. All the time she was aware of her changed status, this being part of the psychological changes made to her.

Since her "remodeling", Ernestine had twice been demonstrated to her former prison inmates. Some of whom Ernest had brutalized during his time in goal. The effect on these had been quite profound. The threat of the same fate for these violent inmates, some murderers and rapists, was enough to turn them into model prisoners. The fear of being changed from a tough macho male into an effete half man/woman was greater than any punishment the prison authorities had previously been able to dream up.

This was also the worst punishment Ernestine could undergo. She begged and pleaded that she would never have to appear before her former colleagues. Doctor Bell said that providing her behavior was exemplary these visits would be kept to a minimum. It always astonished her, she said, of the strong effect shame had on the human psyche. For Ernestine it would remain an ongoing torment which would remain for the rest of her life.

Doctor Bell ordered Ernestine to show Lady Miranda her tongue. It was quite extraordinary. What unrolled from her mouth was at least twice as long as a normal tongue, it was narrow and had a slight fork at the end. "It has been specially designed for the female. Everyone who has experienced Ernestine’s tongue finds it quite unforgettable." said Doctor Bell "the only side effect for Ernestine is a slight speech impediment."

Throughout Ernestine’s demonstration Hilarie had remained crouched at the knee of his Aunt. He was horrified at what he saw. He realized that Ernest had probably received his just deserts for all the crimes he had committed in the past, however it seemed to be one of total cruelty. In Ernestine’s eye’s there was pain, that could only have come from a living hell. If allowed the choice he was certain Ernest would have chosen prison rather than the permanent goal his body and mind had been placed in.

"I think we should let Ernestine, prepare our patient for the operation, Miranda. While she does I’ll show you the new DNA testing laboratory." said Doctor Bell. She turned to Ernestine "use the room next door and make sure you milk him thoroughly, he must be completely debilitated and quite lethargic for the operation."

All the sudden Hilarie realized he was going to be left in the hands of this creature, any pity he may have felt for her fled. He began imploring his aunt. "please Aunt Miranda, don’t leave me alone with her, please." Hilarie’s pleas were in vain, in fact both women seemed to find it highly amusing that he should be so frightened. Doctor Bell instructed Ernestine to call other members of the nursing staff to help her if Hilarie gave any trouble.

As she rebuttoned her dress there was a gleam in Ernestine’s eye, that suggested she’d like Hilarie to prove a problem. So accepting the inevitable, Hilarie clutched the thin satin robe about him and followed the tall slender form into the room. Ernestine took the robe from him before assisting him into a short silk operating gown. It was knee length, open up the back and he felt more vulnerable than ever. She assisted him onto an examination table and before he could move, he found his wrists were secured to the bed rails. By now Hilarie was very frightened, he was alone and entirely in the hands of this strange creature. He opened his mouth about to cry out for help. Ernestine sensed his fright, and she raised one leather encased finger to her lips in a universal signal for silence saying in her strange impeded speech "please don’t be frightened I won’t harm you. You are so very beautiful."

Ernestine raised the silk gown above Hilarie’s waist, freeing the taut member beneath it. By now it was literally trembling with tension, heavily ribbed with the pulsing veins clearly visible. Ernestine lowered her head and touched the tip with her strange forked tongue. Hilarie tried to draw back, but it was impossible and a feeling of revulsion coursed through his body as her mouth engulfed his organ. To his chagrin he began to respond as wave after wave of pleasure overtook him. Despite all the fears he had felt Hilarie was pushing forward into the warm moist orifice that seemed intent on drawing him right down her throat.

His whole member was in her mouth and some how her tongue had curled about his testes. He was suffering both pain and pleasure, but overall the feeling was absolutely exquisite. He could feel her throat muscles playing with the end of his member, squeezing and sucking, one minute delicately the next quite viciously. How long it continued he had no idea but at last he could take it no more and with a cry of pleasure he erupted in her mouth. It jetted from his body, in a scalding stream with an intensity he had never felt before. Ernestine did not draw back instead she drew him deeper and deeper till he thought he’d never return.

Hilarie lay panting on the table, as Ernestine looked at him cat like from the end. She had not spat out his seminal fluid, instead she had swallowed and sat licking her lips. Her almond shaped eyes glittered as she looked at him and smiled. "Ah you taste so young and fresh, Hilarie. Now it is time for sex."

Hilarie struggled against the soft leather straps fastening to the table. It was a hopeless cause. Ernestine removed her dress, then laviciously began stroking her vagina. She stood directly in front of Hilarie and inserted two long leather encased fingers within the hairless slit, opening it wide to allow the egg sac to swell and form outside its’ previous confines. Immediately it swelled, the skin glistening and taut as it hung before her portal.

She stood before him, a bondage image. Only a tiny portion of her cafe au lait skin was visible. The shiny white kid boots tightly encased her legs almost to her thighs, only the tops of her silk stockings fastened to the suspenders of the corset were visible. A heavily boned white satin corset very tightly laced bound her complete torso. The shoulder straps forming a bodice which formed into the stiff collar fastened tightly about her neck. Long tight kid gloves completely covered her arms, exposing only the needle pointed inch long finger nails.

Her breasts were free, two perfectly cantaloupe shapes emerged from the cut outs in the corselet. They appeared too heavy for the slender body, but they hung without a trace of droop. The two rose tipped nipples swollen and thrusting arrogantly upwards. Below the corselet the ambiguity of her sex was clearly visible.

Hilarie knew what he was about to face and the fear translated into his member as he felt it rise tautly erect on his body. Next moment Ernestine slid gracefully onto the table, straddling him. She leant forward maneuvering her sexual apparatus over his member and lowered herself ever so slowly down. He felt a nameless dread as he entered her cleft. The experience was so alien, as he felt the swollen shape of her testes as they coursed down the underside of his shaft.

Whatever had been done inside Ernestine to make her what she was, was the work of a sexual genius. Once inside he was gripped and squeezed in a manner he would never have believed possible. As her body rose and fell on his all manner of sensuality engulfed him. Her internal muscles, were at once soft and hard, pulling and pushing. All the fears and reservations he had remained, his mind screamed no, but his body submerged itself into mindless eroticism. Though his mind screamed no, his body ignored it. Taken over completely by uncontrollable desire. Within minutes he had exploded into her, but it made no difference. Still her body continued and still he remained erect and hard.

The warm moist cleft continued to draw and pump upon him. Minutes later he climaxed again, and his sexual desire remained unabated. By now her tongue was deep in his mouth and her nipples massaging his chest. Following the third orgasm, he began to feel fear, his breath was rasping in his throat but his body continued to respond to Ernestine’s now savage erotic sexual play.

Hilarie tried to struggle free and call for help, but the straps about his arm her tongue deep in his throat prevented all but a muffled bleat. As his fourth climax burst from him he became aware of Doctor Bell’s presence alongside Ernestine as she began continued unabated to ride him towards his next climax.

"That’s enough Ernestine, I think our young hero has had enough."

Never had Hilarie been so glad to see someone. His mind and body were in turmoil. Never had he felt so much fear, whilst his body had still sought the terrible pleasure that Ernestine provided his mind had almost shattered. He had felt his sanity would have gone in a few more minutes. Aunt Miranda took one look at him, and in a voice sharp with alarm " Vera what on earth has happened to Hilarie."

Even the forever unshaken Doctor Buell looked rather abashed as she replied. "I think Ernestine might have been too enthusiastic." she felt his pulse and using a stethoscope listened to his heart beat. Looking rather relieved she said "He’s fine, Hilarie will be really relaxed during the operation."

Doctor Buell turned to Ernestine, "from now on you must not touch him without my permission, otherwise you’ll be punished, is that clear Ernestine."

For the first time Hilarie saw a frightened look in the almond eyes, and he felt somewhat easier.

Hilarie was strapped tightly to the table. Soft fabric straps fastening his arms, his torso and legs to the surgical table. It wasn’t uncomfortable but it was very disturbing to find himself completely helpless and immobile. Doctor Buell completed her examination and explained that for the next few hours he would not be able to move a muscle. The breast building operation avoided the use of silicon instead molecules of pure water containing a trace of hormone would be injected into each cell. Over the next few hours these would convert to the natural cell material and as they swelled, the breast would form.

Over his chest Ernestine maneuvered an unusual and forbidding looking machine. The head was approximately the circumference of a breast, and it was covered with literally hundreds of hairlike slender needles. Each needle Doctor Buell explained to Lady Miranda was controlled by a laser beam. This sought out each cell, positioned the needle and injected water molecules. So the patient must remain completely immobilized during the operation.

He felt a prick in his arm and as he began to cry out no! blackness overcame him. How much later it was when he became conscious once again he had no idea. Gradually the surroundings became gray and at last he forced his eyes open. He was no longer on the operating table and was now in a bed. Still Hilarie found it was impossible to move either his arms or torso, he was still strapped tightly to it.

 

Chapter 8.

Almost immediately he was aware of Doctor Buell’s eyes surveying him. "The sleeper awakes. How do you feel Hilarie?"

Hilarie tried to say "tired Doctor Buell" but his tongue was too thick to speak the words.

The Doctor began her examination. Once again the long fingers began their work, with Hilarie mumbling a reply or moving his fingers to indicate how sensitive each area was. Strangely once her probing reached his new breasts he could feel nothing. The examination continued.

Once completed Lady Miranda arrived, she smiled down at Hilarie, kissed on the forehead and said "Your breasts look so beautiful Hilarie, you’re going to be so proud of them. You’ll have to stay immobilized for the time being, Doctor Buell will put you through some sensitivity awareness to bring your breasts to life. So don’t be afraid darling."

Almost at once Hilarie plugs were placed in his ears and a gag inserted in his mouth. Over his head was pulled a padded black silk hood. He could breath through two tubes placed in his nose but otherwise he was completely isolated. It was as completely timeless world he lay in. Whether he’d lay there for a few seconds or possibly hours later he became aware of a tingling through his body. It seemed to begin in his feet and gradually took over his whole body.

Strangely, Hilarie felt little panic, the tingling became excitement an at once he erupted. Now the sensation moved it was no longer all over his body, but began to concentrate between his legs. The feeling was exquisite, every nerve ending seemed to have a life of its own, each wanting to orgasm. There seemed no end, then once more an eruption. On and on it went, how long his ordeal lasted he had no idea. It could have been minutes or hours but at last he felt hands unfastening the hood and removing the other impedia. Hilarie gasped as he gulped fresh air.

Ernestine smiled licentiously down at him. She looked like the proverbial cat that had just eaten the canary. Then she returned and seated herself alongside his body. She was returning to a task she had apparently just left. Still looking at him in that predatory manner she flicked her tongue out onto his nipple. The long slender viper shape encircled the nipple and once again Hilarie began to experience all the exquisite pleasure he had experienced, whilst beneath the hood. With a mixture of fear and anticipation he realized that another highly charged sexual zone had been added to his body.

As the tongue lapped at first one breast then the other he could feel his member swell to bursting point. Now he experienced a throbbing running through his whole body. Hilarie cried "No please stop to" Ernestine. Her tongue continued its course and no longer in control of his body, Hilarie gave a final cry before he once again orgasmed. Still trembling from the experience, he heard Lady Miranda say "Well he was always rather quick off the mark, but never that sensitive. Congratulations, Doctor that demonstration shows what a superb job you have done. Now when can I take him home."

To his chagrin Hilarie realized his Aunt was standing behind him and had been a spectator for last ejaculation.

Then both Aunt Miranda band Doctor Buell moved into his sight. "That’s enough Ernestine, we won’t need any further work."

 

Chapter 9.

A look of disappointment passed over her face. Hilarie gave a sigh of relief at last he would be able to remove himself from the clutches of Doctor Buell and his terrifying assistant Ernestine. Miss Yvette had accompanied her mistress and entered the room bearing the clothes he would wear home. In deference to his operation, for today at least he would not have to wear a corset. Around his breasts was wound a soft silk bandage.

"They’ll be quite sensitive and too much movement will cause a lot of pain. You’ll need to fit him out immediately with some new brassieres." Said Doctor Buell.

A slim satin and lace garter belt went around his waist and was fastened to the silk stockings Miss Yvette slid up his legs. As ever the soft material sent a shiver through his body. The maid drew cream silk loosely fitted French knickers about his hips and a matching slip over his head.

The dress was a light silk confection. Knee length, cut in an "A" line with long sleeves and a wide swirling skirt. It floated down over his body. For a change his clothing was light and comfortable. Moreover it was modern and suited to a girl of his age. His shoes were comfortable leather strap sandals with medium heels. As the makeup was applied to his face. Hilarie felt more relaxed, now that they had modified his body he felt a greater acceptance. it was going to be much harder to retain his masculinity with two size "B" breasts on his chest.

Doctor Buell smiled as he first tried to kiss Hilarie’s cheek, then as the boy drew back in fright, shook his hand. But Hilarie couldn’t escape Ernestine’s tearful farewell as she wished him well and hoped he’s visit her again. The journey home was quite pleasant. Sitting in the rear of the spacious limousine, he could look out and enjoy the green hills and fields. For the first time he felt he was going home.

As he walked through the door Hilarie realized that he was going to be the object of attention for the next few days. Assembled in the reception area were twice as many of the household staff as usual, all waiting to see what the new "girl" looked like. He had been rather worried about his reception, practically all of the staff had been severely punished following his escape. As he had found out, in the time before the operation,. his life could be made very unpleasant by their dislike of him. Fortunately that seemed to have passed and he was greeted by smiles and "nice to have you back Master Hilarie."

Almost immediately he was sent to his room and undressed and put to bed. They didn’t want him to tire after the operation. Aunt Miranda arrived shortly after holding in he hand a gold circlet. She sat on the edge of the bed and explained what was about to happen. She and the household had been very perturbed about his escape and they did not want it to happen again.

Hilarie tried to assure his Aunt that he had turned over a new leaf and would not attempt to repeat the episode. She listened but Hilarie could see he had not convinced her. Aunt Miranda explained, during his absence a new security system had been installed for his benefit. He was about to be fitted with a signaling device, that would sound an alarm if he passed through any of the doors leading to the outside. She fastened the slender gold bracelet about his wrist, testing to ensure it could not be removed. Then to his surprise she took him in her arms and held him tightly.

"Oh Hillarie, its’ for the best. I want you to be happy, one day you will understand why all this was necessary."

Although he couldn’t he certain, it seemed there was a definite tremor in her voice as though she wanted to say more but for reason was holding back. Hilarie spent the night comfortably. Despite the bandages about his breasts, somehow he was beginning to feel at home. Little had changed however, prior to his going to bed Miss Yvette had used her taffeta glove to milk him thoroughly. In spite of her care they were taking no further chances and Hilarie continued to wear his pocketed nightgown, with both hands securely locked away to prevent any nocturnal playing.

It was more nuisance value than anything else. Certainly following the harrowing experiences with Ernestine he was "off" sex for the moment and Miss Yvette’s efforts prior to bedtime were sufficient to keep the erotic dreams at bay for the moment. What he couldn’t do was scratch to ease the maddening itch around his groin that was also the result of his stay at Doctor Buell’s clinic.

For some reason which hadn’t been explained, all his pubic hair had been removed. Most of it had happened during the time he’d been drugged after the breast operation. They’d used electrolysis and achieved a ninety per cent kill rate. Then over the following days Ernestine had continued to zap any errant hairs that had emerged. They’d all gone now apparently but as the skin settled back he had become quite sensitive in that region and it was quite impossible to scratch himself. This morning, his third day home, it was obvious something was about to happen. He’d been asked to get up quite early. The bandages had been removed and after a shower he’d been put into a fresh satin robe. As Miss Yvette had slid the lace trimmed gown over his shoulders she had become very appreciative of his new body.

"Mon Dieu, Your breasts are beautiful. The Doctor he has done a magnificent job on you an your privates they look so funny completely with no hair. They would look like a childs if they were not so large."

"Why did they do this Miss Yvette? No one will tell me."

Miss Yvette looked at him, there was a look of surprise on her face.

"You expect me to tell you? I’m afraid not Master Hilarie, but you will find out very soon."

Hilarie waited for his maid to begin dressing him. She saw he was waiting.

"You are to stay in your robe. Very soon two corsetierres and their staff will be arriving. You are to be fitted with new bra’s and corsets, that will help your new breasts."

 

Chapter 10.

It was about an hour later when Miss Yvette returned accompanied by Madame Hestor and two smartly dressed women. One was petite and blonde. probably somewhere in her mid thirties. She was small, her height slightly augmented by the very high heels on slender legs and the piling of hair on top of her head.. Her figure was full on the small body, breasts thrusting forward against her low cut bra visible beneath the thin silk of her blouse. It was her waist that struck the eye, tiny enough to be encircled by his hands. The shape emphasized by the short tight skirt that clung tightly to her well rounded but firm hips Her smile was wide and sincere as Madame Hester introduced as Miss Rose Tesroc..

Her companion was a complete contrast. Where Miss Tesroc was all smiles, bright and cherry Miss Pearl Eldrig was taciturn and scowling. She was very tall with squared shoulders and a slim, rather thin figure. Her clothing was a dark cashmere trouser suit, mannishly styled. Almost as a concession to her gender, beneath it she wore a cream satin blouse with a colorful silk scarf tucked cravat style into the neck.

Miss Eldrig wasted no time. "Please remove the robe,." She said . Her tone was brusque.

Hilarie looked towards Miss Yvette, he was wearing nothing beneath it and he hated to appear naked before strangers. Miss Yvette moved quickly to his side and slid the robe from his body.

Miss Eldrig walked about him. "Doctor Buel has done an excellent job on those breasts, " she pointed towards his groin "but why on earth didn’t he do something about that? It is going to be very difficult to fit into a pudenda. Most difficult."

"Oh Pearl, you’re worrying too much I’m sure it will be fine. " Miss Tesroc giggled slightly "In fact I’m sure it will be fun.".

With little further discussion the two women set about measuring his body. They’d insisted his hands be fastened to the trapeze and he stood stretched out as the two women probed and defined his body. All the data was entered into small lap top computer. Shortly it began to hum and produce pages of measurements; these in turn were carried off by the two assistants to the next room. Very soon from the next room; where they’d set up a temporary work shop; came the clacking of scissors and the whir of a sewing machine

Hilarie stood helpless, as Miss Tesroc knelt on the floor before him and fitted a satin bag about his testes. Using a tiny electric scale she weighed them carefully as she said to Miss Yvette.

"You will have some items this morning. The remainder will take a few weeks to complete."

Meantime Miss Eldrig continued to weigh and measure his breasts and upper body. The effect of the hands continually roaming his body, tautened his nipples and produced a hard erection.

Miss Tesroc said, "I’m ready to measure the pudenda, Yvette but I must get rid of this." Tapping Hilarie’s erection. Immediately pulling on a white latex glove and before Hilarie could react he felt a finger enter his rosette.

He was about to cry out "Please stop", but before he could do an incredibly warm feel swept through his whole body and the seminal fluid literally erupted from his member. Miss Yvette explained later that the corsetiere had stimulated his prostate gland to make him climax. Unfortunately Miss Eldrig was standing directly before him and received the whole stream on her dark colored cashmere trousers.

Never had he seen anyone loose their temper so quickly. Miss Eldrig’s scream of rage echoed through the room, with eyes blazing anger she seized a pair of scissors from the table and rushed towards Hilarie.

"Look what you did to me you. You horrible nancy boy, I’ m going to cut it off."

Hilarie hung helpless from the trapeze, trying to twist his body away. He screamed for help as the scissors swept towards his groin. Miss Yvette seized the corsetierres arm, the blades swept by inches from his body.

Tilly Tesroc took her partner’s hand, calling for her to be calm. While Miss Yvette finally managed to quiet the screaming boy. Suddenly the room was full of people, as Aunt Miranda and Madame Hester rushed in , demanding to know what had happened.

"Please Pearl, it was my fault. Hilarie couldn’t help ejaculating. Calm yourself darling. Your trousers will be cleaned and no one will know." Said Tilly to Pearl.

Some what overwhelmed by her emotions Miss Eldrig sniffed. "I’m sorry Tilly but you know I hate men’s ejaculation.. No! No matter how many times they’re cleaned I’ll never be able to wear them again."

Lady Miranda took her other hand. "My dear Miss Eldrig, I understand completely. Please let me

replace your suit. In the meantime please go with Madame Hester, She will fit you out with something suitable to wear today". Mollified by Lady Miranda’s offer Pearl Eldrig stumbled her apologies for the fuss she has caused, before leaving the room with Madame Hester.

Miss Yvette had released Hilarie and wrapped a robe about him. They were seated on the bed, her arms about him as she tried to quell his tears.

"I didn’t mean to, really I didn’t." He sobbed, tears trickling down his cheeks.

"Of course you didn’t Hilarie, it was just an accident. Boys find it so easy to get into trouble with their Willie’s. Maybe your new corsets will help to prevent that in the future." Said Aunt Miranda her voice expressing sympathy. Finding understanding from his aunt the tears ceased and he began to feel better. With his head nestled in Miss Yvette’s breasts he didn’t see the look of triumph pass between the three women. Another psychological door had been opened on his feminization.

Miss Tesroc opened a slim corset box and drew from it a red and black corsolette. "I think you might be interested in this Lady Miranda. It is our adaptation of the grope suit."

Lady Miranda looked rather puzzled and Miss Tesroc continued her explanation. "They’re a Finnish invention, designed to excite the wearer by continually stimulating the body. The first were made of soft leather with ermine and mink fur around the sensitive areas of the body. Like the breasts and pudenda and. Every time the wearer moves, they’re constantly tickled and caressed. It is impossible to resist and they are soon in a constant state of excitement. I’ve seen them begging to be released, ready to do anything to climax. It is a splendid control device as the suits are designed never to let them reach the point of satisfaction. They’re always feeling on the edge of climaxing or ejaculating but never can really make it."

"It sounds very interesting Tilly, we have used them before at the Fauntleroy Foundation, " said Lady Miranda a hint of exasperation in her voice..

"I realize that My Lady, but these are an entirely new design. The fingers are filled with liquid silicon and are especially shaped and sized to fit every sensitive part of the body. Then they’re covered with thin layer of satin. I tried one myself My Lady and you wouldn’t believe what it did to me."

Pearl Eldrig blushed as she said, "It really did all Tilly said, My Lady. She was rally turned on after only three hours. I’ve never seen the likes of it."

"I see you have two there, are they both for Hilarie?"

"Well they’d both fit. The black and red satin is rather extreme, a real bordello look for that really exotic night. The white one is more the of traditional one. I understand in Finland the bride used to wear them to the wedding, it made quite a night for the bridegroom.

Unfortunately they are the only ones available. They were handmade. and the maker, poor Mr. Blenkinsop was in his seventies. Apparently he was doing some product testing and found dead wearing one of his creations. It was just too much for him apparently. To be honest Miss Blakemore saw them the other day and wanted them for young Leslie, but I wanted you to see them first My Lady."

At the sound of Miss Blakemore’s name, Hilarie could see his Aunt flush. It was the one person she had little time for. "Always social climbing, worse than Rose Parker" he’d heard her say.

"In that case Tilly, I’ll take them both."

So Hilarie was put back in the trapeze and the two garments fitted to him. They were everything Tilly Tesroc had said. As the two corsetierres fitted them to his body he became aware of a trembling beneath the satin. It felt alive, and with every breath he could feel tiny finger caressing his body. He had been quite flaccid when they had begun to fit him, but within minutes he was firmly erect again.

Aunt Miranda smiled at the two women. "It appears you were not exaggerating about the effect. What a pity we can’t get one made in the Venus type. Then I’d really have something to keep my nephew under control.

 

Chapter 11.

Poor Hilarie had spent nearly the whole day being with corsets and lingerie. When they departed with their staff, just before nightfall he felt quite exhausted. Miss Yvette informed him that if he wished he would not have to join her for dinner. That perhaps he’d like a light snack and go straight to bed.

Hilarie was only to grateful to accept the offer. It was certainly a change from the previous way he’d been treated. After supper he mused upon the day as Miss Yvette fitted his satin nightdress. This was a normal nightgown, there were no pockets to keep his hands under control. At last being treated in as a grown up . Partly he knew it was because of the feminizing of his body. His male shape had entirely disappeared, only those parts fundamental to being male remained.

The episode with Doctor Buell was nadir of Hilarie’s life, following that period his life improved. With his breasts Hilarie began his acceptance of a new role, he knew it was no longer a case of just wiping off the makeup and cutting his hair to return to his male life. The hormones, the exercise, and the creams had changed his body before he visited the clinic, but the addition of his two breasts finalized the situation. There seemed no way back, any change now would mean major surgery. He knew he should have a greater feeling of resentment and anger against his Miranda than he did, but something had changed within him.

It had been a very confronting moment in the Jeeve’s laundry, when after months of dreaming and fantasizing about a return to being a male he had found it disappointing. Although there had been little time to think about it at that time, he knew there had been more to his decision not to cut his hair than the thought of that moment. Hilarie knew despite all the torment and anguish he had been through over the last months, a desire to remain feminine had taken root without his knowledge. Subliminally he had not wanted to carry out that finally action, without that desire Hilarie knew he could have seized the moment and become a man once more.

The wish may have been subliminal, induced by the PET treatment he’d undergone, a very benign treatment in comparison to Jamie and Alice, or it may have been more deeply rooted. A carryover from his mother’s early attempt at feminizing him. In the end he realized it didn’t matter, the die was cast. It was time to begin his life anew to form an alliance with his Aunt and try to obtain her help in rescuing Alice.

Whether Hilarie succeeds will be related in Book Six of The Gilded Cage.

 

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