The Gilded Cage          by: Ann Browning

 

Book 8

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 feminized. 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.

A few weeks later Alice and her Mother arrive. Alice he discovers is in fact a boy. 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 makes plans to live together. To rescue Alice he attempts an escape from the household but is recaptured. Hilarie is taken to Doctor Buell's clinic where an operation is performed to give him two beautiful natural breasts. A month has passed and the household has settled into a normal routine.

Lord Cecil and Lady Julia have arrived to spend two days with Lady Miranda. Lord Cecil is sissified and has a strange mutilation to his body. Hilarie and Cecil are about to attend a party given by the DOMs in honor of the visitors. The party is a tremendous success and following it Hilarie learns much more about the D.O.M.s and the Fauntleroy Foundations from Cissy as they enjoy very sensuous lovemaking.

 

Book Eight

Chapter One

 

After the Party

It had been difficult saying goodbye to Cissy and Lady Julia despite his misgivings and trepidation when they had first arrived it had been an interesting and enjoyable time. He had made a close friend of Cissy and looked forward to enjoying his company some time in the future. He had felt some initial guilt at his affair with Cissy; he felt he had betrayed her, but something Cissy had said took this away. Alice was not jealous she he loved her and this was nothing more than a dalliance.

"Oh Hilarie you must free her from that monster."

After Aunt Miranda and Lady Julia returned from New York, Cissy and his mother had left later taking the Concorde back to London.

Hilarie had little chance to talk to his aunt that night, but she said she had good news about Alice and they would talk about it first thing in the morning.

He was out of bed before usual that morning trying to hurry his maid so he could talk to his aunt. Miss Yvette was her normal imperturbable self ignoring his entreaties too hurry.

"Hilarie, Lady Miranda will see you when she is ready, there is no see to be sloppy in our dress or manners."

As Yvette began to fasten the corselet Hilarie began to wish for the waspie he had worn the night before. Of white satin and of delicate appearance, it had a grip of iron and the air was driven from his lungs as the laces were drawn together.

First came opera length white silk stockings then over them Yvette drew gossamer thin cream silk knickers. Beautifully soft but so fine, they offered absolutely no concealment but at least held his maleness close to his body. The biggest surprise was a pair of trousers, cut in the form of jeans. Demin had been eschewed in favor of bias cut blue satin, but the cut was definitely jeans with patch pockets front and back. Yvette slipped on a simple blue satin camisole supported by thin spaghetti straps, slimly cut it clung to his body close as a second skin. Over it went an over blouse of buttercup yellow silk georgette, sheer with long full sleeves.

"I don't understand Yvette, jeans and a blouse. I've never been allowed to wear anything like this."

"Ah ma Cheri, a sign that you are growing up. Lady Miranda liked your behavior last night. It is a reward Hilarie, you are a grown up now not a spoilt little boy." She said kissing him on the cheek.

He blushed not sure whether the new status was good or bad. Then sat again to allow Yvette to fasten cream strapped sandals with medium height heels. These were welcome, so comfortable after last night's extremely high ones. Makeup was minimal, only a trace of blusher, a touch of iridescent eyeshadow and a pale lipstick.

Hilarie rather hesitantly examined himself in the mirror. The reflection may have been two dimensional, but the swelling of his breasts was certainly not. His nipples were clearly evident beneath the clinging satin. The jeans clung to his body like a second skin, offering no concealment to the serpent that was beginning to arouse itself beneath them.

His narcissism was beginning to disturb him, it seemed quite wrong for the sight of his own body to invoke such sexual feelings. Hilarie had become increasingly comfortable with the transformation Doctor Buell had carried our on him. He had become increasingly vain over the last weeks, Yvette had began to chide him on the amount of time he spent examining himself in the mirror. The reflection he saw this morning brought back his distress. The jeans were in this fabric were very feminine and the obvious arousal made him confront his maleness.

Hilarie couldn't ignore his set of very active male organs; on the one hand they continued to provide regular and highly pleasurable sex to him. Too regularly and far too much pleasure in the opinion of Yvette. The downside was the humility and frustration their presence inflicted on him. The way Aunt Miranda used his hormonal imbalance to manipulate and control him. Hilarie did not want a sex change, well it wasn't possible anyway, but neither did he want to finish up as a nether sex like Leslie. Oh it was just so impossible.

Despite all this reasoning, the consequence of having to confront the sight of his she-maleness rather than his femininity effected him in a very unsettling manner. He felt torn in two, despondent at the sight of his freakishness, but uplifted at the beauty now bestowed upon him. The more he viewed himself the greater the excitement he felt within his body, and it was Yvette that caused him to break away, she took his hand and lead him towards the breakfast room.

Aunt Miranda was in a very smart deep green raw silk trouser suit, with beneath it a heavy silk gold blouse. She looked beautiful; the colors showing her glistening copper hair and pale skin off to perfection.

"Good morning Hilarie, you are looking very sweet this morning. I like your choice of dress, did you choose it?"

"No Aunt, Yvette had been responsible."

She took a further look at the tented blue satin, and smiled. "Congratulations my dear, Miss Blakemore is certain you are a very beautiful young lady. Its' just as well you were not wearing those jeans last night otherwise Miss Blakemore might have taken some more convincing. I hope you'll indulge me sometimes Hilarie dear, but there's times when I just like to see some of the boy still exists in my sweet girl."

She beckoned him forward and kissed on the lips. "I'm very happy with your behavior Hilarie and you were quite the Belle of the Ball last night. I know you have had a difficult time over the last months, but looking at you now I know it was all worth it. I'll ask Yvette to dress you in garments less confronting. We can't have our favorite and most loved niece feeling uncomfortable can we darling?"

Hilarie blushed as a warm glow flooded through him, what a wonderful feeling he thought to be loved. Without further thought he reached out, took her in his arms, and kissed her. He felt her arms tighten about him, and heard her say. "Oh Hilarie I love you."

"Now darling, to business. I'm so worried about Alice and Elizabeth, it has been impossible to talk to them on the telephone, I've rung a dozen times this week and I not been able to speak to Elizabeth or the Nathan Chesterton, only the odious Ambrose Green who keeps telling me that its' not convenient for them to come to the telephone."

Hilarie had received two letters from Alice in the past two months. She was increasingly worried at the treatment she and her Mother were receiving from the General. Her fears were couched in a code they had agreed upon as all the letters Alice and her Mother both sent and received were closely scrutinized. So although there was a lot of reading between the lines required it was clear Alice had become fearful about the safety of she and her Mother.

Hilarie was quite worried and discussed it with Aunt Miranda who shared her concern. Aunt Miranda said she would do her best to get them out of the household immediately and arrange for them never to return. However it was going to be very difficult to arrange, Lady Miranda the psychologist knew that the obsessive nature of the General would not accept loosing control. It meant they not had to arrange an escape, but also complete the legal arrangements to stop them having to return. The escape would be difficult to arrange but real problem would be keeping them out of his hands after they gained their freedom. It had to be planned with the utmost secrecy for everything would be for naught if the General received the slightest whiff of treason.

She had talked with the Directors of both the FBI and CIA the previous night, in the company of their wives. Chester Barclough of the FBI said it would be impossible to involve the agency in a private matter. Mrs. Barclough, said that was this quite ridiculous if help was needed to right an injustice, it must be done. Arthur Small the Director of the CIA said of course they'd like to help but the Agency was not allowed to operate in the USA. Both wives had looked at one another said Aunt Miranda, then asked whether they could use a private room for a short time and whether a sound birch was available.

Twenty minutes later, the couples returned both men were red eyed, their makeup was streaked and looking very uncomfortable as they tried to ease their obviously tender bottoms. They said that they would prepare a plan of action for the release of Alice and Elizabeth Chesterfield. The Attorney General would also provide all the required legal help to put a stop to any attempt by the General to reclaim his family.

Hilarie was astonished, "Oh Aunt Miranda that sounds wonderful but I had no idea they were present."

"I'm sorry darling I meant to introduce you, but you were talking to both of them. Just after you returned with Leslie. They told me it would take two days to set a plan into operation. Which is why Julia and I went to New York so until then we'll have to be patient and hope nothing happens to Alice and Elizabeth in the meantime."

It was two hours later when a federal limousine drew into the entrance of the mansion. Miranda had still not been able to contact Elizabeth and now they were both very worried. Martha Franklin had telephoned last night. She had been very guarded not wanting to be explicit on the telephone, but saying they'd be there early and the operation was already to go.

Hilarie was determined to be involved and had insisted Yvette dress him in something practical. She had still insisted on a corset a least it was more flexible than those he normally wore and silk stockings. "One can't drop one standards just because of some "operation" Hilarie. "

At least he was wearing a gaffe and a trouser suit. This was as practical as Miss Yvette allowed, she'd wanted him to wear a pale lavender satin trouser suit, but he'd persuaded her it was not suited for an FBI operation. Reluctantly she'd found a dark green linen suit with a vaguely military cut, complete with epaulettes and a satin stripe running down the outside of the leg. Beneath it was a cream satin blouse complete with Cossack style collar. His request for basketball style trainers received an icy "Really Hilarie, that's going too far." Instead he had to be content with two inch heeled leather court shoes.

Aunt Miranda had a more sensible suit in bleached denim, with a tailored silk blouse

beneath and comfortable penny loafers. She looked cool and comfortable. She eyes his clothes.

"You are a trifle overdressed Hilarie."

"Not my idea Aunt Miranda, I'm lucky I managed to dress down to this level."

"Oh I see, Yvette can be difficult at times, she does have her standards. Still you look very pretty."

Chapter Two.

 

The Rescue.

A large government limousine arrived and three officials dismounted. As they entered Hilarie recognized the tall auburn haired woman, dressed in a very fashionable silk trouser suit. She'd spent sometime talking to Aunt Miranda last evening and he knew this was Martha Franklin the Attorney General.

The two men looked familiar, but quite different to the two he spoken to at the party. Gone was the makeup, the rose silk blouse, velvet suit, and high heels. In his official capacity the Director of the FBI, Chester Barclough, was just another pin stripe suited government official. Hilarie had not liked him much at the party, the Director was more interested in the men, and he'd been particularly interested in Leslie. Asking Hilarie did she know Leslie was really a boy and he was such so pretty. Hilarie gathered that Mrs. Barclough must have been having problems in their marriage.

Standing next to him in a very Armani suit was Arthur Small. Hilarie remembered him quite clearly he'd been dressed in a very nice Little Lord Fauntleroy suit of dark green satin and cream silk blouse. He'd taken him to the dressing room, to tidy up his makeup, wondering at the time why he'd been crying. Hilarie had thought him quite sweet, although he'd introduced himself as Arthur Small he'd not thought to associate him with clandestine spying operations, mostly they'd talked about the film version of Jane Austin's Pride and Prejudice and how it didn't really didn't do justice to the novel.

Together they moved into Aunt Miranda's study, at first there was some resistance to Hilarie's inclusion but Lady Miranda soon put a stop to that. Two agents had already infiltrated General Chesterton's ilarie's includHilaries home posing as power utility and inserted a number of micro bugs. A tape recording played back showed that the General was grossly mistreating both Elizabeth and Alice. He seemed to be on the brink of insanity, and there was no time to lose if the lives of Elizabeth and Alice were to be saved.

The two Directors wanted to send in the Hostage Rescue Teams both Lady Miranda Hilarie and Martha Franklin were sure this was not the correct approach.

"I want to talk to him first, appeal to his reason. Only if that fails should we thinking of more extreme approaches. So agreement was reached, they'd travel immediately to South Carolina. Lady Miranda and Martha Franklin would try to reason with the General. Minutes later came the clatter of a helicopter as a large Black Hawk helicopter with civilian marking landed on the estate.

It flew immediately to the airport and in less than ten minutes they were aboard a twin engined private jet. They landed in South Carolina an hour later, standing by in a corner of the airport were two further helicopters. It was at that point that further divisions occurred on what must be done. Both Directors wanted to send the HRT helicopters with the twenty blacks Nomex clad heavily armed Hostage Rescue Team members.

Take them by force was the approach both men adopted, whilst Lady Miranda and Martha Franklin were sure this would result in the death of Alice and Elizabeth. Aunt Miranda said "Maybe I should have a chat with your wives gentlemen?" At that point both blushed furiously then agreed to follow whatever she suggested.

It was finally agreed after heated debate that the women, Hilarie was included in this group as no one suspected he was anything else would attempt a low-key discussion with the General. After all he had always acted the part of a Southern Gentleman with all but his family. The Directors and their team would stand by if this approach didn't work. Chester Barclough was insistent they all wear flak jackets and there was nothing they could say to change his mind. For if it went wrong and they were injured in any way the repercussions would be enormous.

Martha drove the limousine taking Aunt Miranda and Hilarie, "I've met him several times and he always seemed so polite." She said. "I'd never realized those poor women were being treated like that, but I hope we can persuade him to release them without further trouble."

The massive gates hung open and gatehouse was unoccupied, it made access simple but the very lack of security made them uneasy. The remaining vehicles forming the convoy halted out of sight of the massive house. There was no one to greet them as they drew up at the portico, there were bloodstains on the steps, and the churned up gravel on the driveway indicated that several vehicles had made a hasty departure.

A chill went through Hilarie's body, were they too late? Something dreadful had happened in the house, he had to save Alice. Before the car had come to a halt he had opened the door and scrambled from it. Cursing the high heels as he slipped on the gravel, why hadn't he dressed more sensibly? He ignored Aunt's scream of "Hilarie stop, don't be stupid." The only thing that mattered was Alice and he must save her.

Once in the house he raced for the stairs, Alice had told him, the General, her mother and she all lived in the front bedrooms at the font of the house. His blooded chilled at the sight of more blood and a body of a man. The cause of his death was evident sticking out of his back was a large kitchen knife, although his lips were drawn back in the rictus of death he recognized him from Alice's description as the Major Domo an empty holster strapped about his waist showed he'd been armed.

He stopped in this house of death he was unarmed, the knife would provide at least some defense, forcing back a feeling of nausea he put both hands on the knife. It came reluctantly from the body with a dreadful sucking sound. From above came the sound of voices and holding the knife in front of him he crept forward. The sound came from what turned out to be General Chesterton's bedroom; he crept along the corridor and entered the room. Nanny Higgins was standing to one side pointing a pistol at General Chesterton, while the General pointed another gun at Alice and Mrs. Chesterton bound to chairs in font of him.

"You old busybody, if you shoot me I'll kill your darling Alice." He said with a snarl to the small trembling woman before him. Suddenly Aunt Miranda and Martha Franklin entered the room behind Hilarie. The General turned aware he was no longer alone.

" You, how dare you come here, she confessed you've been lovers. Well you can die with the rest of them, the house is due to blow-up in five minutes."

"No you can't do that you monster." Said Hilarie and without further thought raised the knife and ran towards the General. The gun swung around, and at that moment he knew he was about to die, but it no longer mattered. First he'd kill this terrible monster. He'd almost reached him when he saw the muzzle swing towards him and then a terrible blow in the chest. He tried to cry out "Alice I love you." However, it was too late, before he could form the words everything went black.

"Hilarie darling are you all right?" He struggled back to consciousness aware that his arms were slung over the shoulders of Aunt Miranda and Martha Franklin as they scrambled frantically from the house. They ran down the steps, he managed to take a couple of strides on his own when they were all knocked off their feet by a tremendous explosion. Small pieces of debris continued to fall around them, but at last the sound stopped and the air was still.

"Where am I, what happened?" Alice's arms were about him, her lips smothering his. As she hugged him he felt a terrible pain in his chest. "Oh my hero have I hurt you, I'm so sorry. Oh you're so brave my darling, l love you so much."

Aunt Miranda held him; her eyes were moist with tears. "Oh Hilarie I thought we'd lost you my dear, you were so brave."

He learned that he should have died as he tried to kill General Chesterton and he certainly would have if he had not been wearing the flak jacket The bullet had struck him in the chest and knocked him out. At that moment Nanny had shot the General, killing him instantly. They had frantically freed Alice and Elizabeth and with tears in their eyes at the terrible loss of Hilarie, they had picked up his body to carry him outside. At that moment he had sighed, it was then they realized there was no blood on his breasts and that he was still alive. The bullet had struck the flak jacket, which was what kept him from being killed.

At that moment the four Hummers screeched into the driveway the first disgorging the two Directors. The following three vehicles encircled the house, one shuddering to a halt at what had been the front door and five heavily armed agents raced into the wreckage.

"I'm afraid you are too late the General is dead and he had set charges to blow apart the building." The cream of the America's crime fighting organizations stood open mouthed as Lady Miranda described how a little old lady and a young girl had defeated the villain. Martha Franklin looked rather scornfully at Arthur Small and Chester Barclough.

"Maybe you should replace those men with Nanny Higgins and Hilarie, they certainly get results."

Both men looked abashed at her words and rushed to open the door on the vehicles. For everyone's good the sooner they cleared the area the better. Very soon someone would arrive to investigate the explosion and finding a mixture of the FBI hostage rescue team, the CIA, Lady Miranda, and her group was in no-ones interest. So leaving the authorities to sort the mess out Martha Franklin departed with Lady Miranda's party. Three hours later with the sky beginning to darken they'd returned to Philadelphia.

Chapter Three

 

Sweet Sorrow

Hilarie had wanted to hold Alice all the way home, but the injection to kill the pain sent her to sleep before the aircraft had left the ground. Immediately they landed an ambulance from the Fauntleroy Institute met them and Hilarie was allowed only a quick goodbye before and her mother were whisked off.

"I'm sorry darling, but Alice is deep in shock and she will require rest and treatment."

"But I'll see her tomorrow?"

"Hilarie, it won't be possible not for another week at least. Martha and I are worried about all the publicity that no one will be able to stop. The clinic in Switzerland will be able to protect them best." She looked at his crestfallen look, "I'm sorry Hilarie but it will be only for a short time and then you'll be together for as long as you want too."

He held the hand of an unconscious Alice as they removed her from the aircraft into the Fauntleroy private jet that was already waiting. Her kissed her lips and whispered, "get well soon my darling."

He watched Aunt Miranda hold Elizabeth Chesterton tightly, then kiss before she to was assisted into the aircraft. With a hiss the doors closed and it taxied away before disappearing into the night sky.

Aunt Miranda held him tightly, pressing her body into his. He raised his tear filled eyes as she kissed him. "Oh Aunt when will be together, I love her so much."

"It will only a short time Hilarie, then Alice will be back."

Returning in the car to the mansion Lady Miranda held him in her arms to comfort Hilarie.

"She looked so pale Aunt Miranda, I've never seen her so unhappy.

"Hilarie she's just seen her father killed by her maid. How do you think she'd feel?
"But Aunt he was so cruel to her, why does she feel so sad. I thought she'd be happy she and Elizabeth are out of his clutches."

"Oh Hilarie you have so much to learn of human nature. People are not logical; feelings and emotions govern them. Despite what General Chesterton did to Alice he was still her father and loved him. I was devastated when Ceddy died."

She stopped as though she'd said more than she wanted too."

"Ceddy Aunt Miranda, you've never mentioned her before."

"Haven't I darling, oh it's not really important, just someone from the past

As they entered the long driveway Aunt Miranda kissed him on the lips. Their soft warmth sent a hot course surging through his body. To his chagrin her touch resulted in uncontrollable arousal. Despite his effort to control himself he felt his member burst forth from the satin bridle on his thigh. Tangled as he was in her arms it was impossible to draw his coat about him to hide the condition. He knew the clinging silk crepe had already tented up about it.

"You poor darling, do you miss her so much. Remember what Shakespeare said Hilarie, parting is such sweet sorrow. In a few weeks time she'll be here in your arms. She just needs a little time."

Aunt Miranda insisted he rest in bed for several days, she was frightened of some delayed shock and besides the bruises around his chest had become an awful mixture of yellow and green. Doctor Buel was with Alice in Switzerland and her assistant was Hilarie's physician. Doctor Elsa adopted an entirely different attitude to him, no longer the bullying personality he had known only a few months ago while operating on his breasts. This time she was warm and solicitous and Hilarie felt quite comfortable in her care.

They heard from Doctor Buel Switzerland that there was some delayed shock, but Hilarie was not told not to worry, they were off the sick list, but needed further treatment. Alice in particular for her hormone levels had been neglected over the past months and must be brought back into balance.

Although the bruises on his body had not completely disappeared they had at least diminished to the extent that with carefully applied makeup they were no longer visible. It was a week ago since he had persuaded Doctor Bruce that he was well enough, and she'd agreed that he could get out of bed. This morning still in a cream satin nightgown trimmed lavishly with Chantilly lace and a matching dressing gown he was seated in his study just off the bedroom, reading a letter. It had come from Jamie saying that he and Madame Simpson-Dupree would be returning soon and hoped they'd see Hilarie soon. As usual Jamie was extravagant in his praise for Hilarie and the letter was full of proclamation of undying love. All heavily underlined.

He had a feeling of guilt for the Aunt Miranda and Madame Simpson continued to deceive Jamie on Hilarie's true sex. However eventually Jamie would have to find out and the thought of what it would do him when he knew Hilarie's true sex was too horrible to contemplate.

Jamie and Madame Simpson-Dupree had been to Italy to the fashion shows in Turin. His letter was full of vivid descriptions of the clothing and the beautiful models that he'd seen on the catwalk. Then followed a long passage, in praise of Hilarie, of how he would have outshone all those he saw. Several of them had apparently been transvestites or transsexuals and although Jamie had thought them quite beautiful he was adamant that he'd spotted the true sex of the model immediately. This was proof to Jamie it seemed there was no way of hiding true femininity from him. He'd disliked the fact that these "creatures" as he'd called them had been allowed to model. Why hadn't the gowns been confined to the beautiful real women? Why were these pale imitations performing in an area best left to the real thing?

It was difficult to take Jamie seriously, his whole approach to life seemed quite hypocritical. In the letter he had been quite scathing on his comments about transvestitism and transsexuals. Almost savagely critical of their philosophy and even more so on the way they dressed and behaved. Jamie seemed happy to ignore the grotesque alterations made to his body and the bizarre relationship he had with Madame Edwina.

The letter continued to say he'd discussed with Madame Edwina his ability to determine who were the real girls from the transvestites and transsexuals. He'd been quite puzzled by her attitude, when she'd claimed he wouldn't know a boy dressed as a girl if he'd fallen over him. Jamie had been quite disturbed following that she'd discuss it no further with him. He'd thought about it for several days but still was puzzled. He was now prepared to accept that it was one of Madame Edwina's jokes that she periodically played upon him.

Chapter Four

 

Thought and Feelings

The thoughts he was having about Aunt Miranda continued to trouble Hilarie. The Countess had been away for the last week. There had been an executive meeting of the D.O.M.s. in Paris that she had had to preside over and then off to London checking on her English estates, and lastly off to Switzerland to see Alice and Elizabeth. Hilarie had hinted he should accompany her and his Aunt had agreed until she'd talked with Doctor Bruce, who had advised against it and reluctantly she'd accepted the advise.

He placed the letter aside; he wasn't in the mood to reply yet. He started the laptop computer wondering what to wear. His entire wardrobe was listed on computer and he had only to access the system to select a garment. The sheer number sometimes made the choice difficult and today with Aunt Miranda still away he wasn't particularly worried about the choice. Suddenly he saw something he liked and pushed the button to select it. He knew a full list of accessories would be included together with all the underwear, stockings and shoes.

All the clothes Hilarie wore were very fashionable, cut and designed by the top courtiers. Money was no object; style, cut, and fashion were the only consideration. Not that this normally worried Hilarie for he usually wore the casual clothes favored by most teenagers when lounging about their rooms. For the average youth this would be a pair of jeans and simple cotton blouse. However these were not the materials favored by her Ladyship who saw clothing in more elegant terms.

Lady Miranda had no objection to the casual clothing concept. However she did insist they be more elegant than those normally worn. So in this sense not only would a pair of jeans be designer cut but they were fashioned in a more exotic fabric. This meant that Hilarie had no jeans fashioned from the normal denim, instead his were made from Duchesse satin or Panne Velvet. They were a delight to wear and very elegant to look at. Even a simple blouse would not be cut from cotton but would be fashioned from the most luxurious silk.

Today though much to Miss Yvette's surprise he had selected a glamorous day dress from his extensive wardrobe. After he had made his choice, Hilarie began his bath in the scented water she had previously drawn for him. In the meantime she laid out the under garments ready for his return. Miss Yvette looked again at the dress, studying it too see that the underwear and accessories the computer had listed would best suit it.

Although she had originally created the program, these infernal machines could not always be trusted and there was nothing to beat seeing the dress to check. The dress was dark cream and the material silk satin. It gleamed softly; the color was of golden honey and would be a superb complement to Hilarie's peaches and cream complexion and white blonde hair.

A demure look was the first impression with the long full skirt that was until she saw the slit on one side that would expose Hilarie's right leg almost to the thigh. Showing pure silk stockings, flesh colored and spun so fine as to be almost invisible. They would give that silken sheen to the slender shapely legs of her charge. The top was rather full and loose, but she knew it would drape wonderfully. Taking a heavy gold cross from the jewelry case she added this to the accessories. It would emphasize further Hilarie's high full breasts to their best advantage.

Alongside the dress Miss Yvette laid the undergarments. A pair of cream silk french knickers. They would cover him from waist to half way down his thigh. Unlike a pair of panties they would not show beneath the clinging satin dress. Next was a matching silk slip. Trimmed daintily at the neck and hem with the softest of fine lace. The last item was a pair of slender kid sandals. Thin straps criss- crossed the foot the slender three and a half inch heel was stiletto in shape. It would not be the most comfortable shoe to wear but would give an ideal line to his leg.

Miss Yvette looked up as the door opened; Hilarie emerged his face still slightly pink from the heat of the bath. He was swathed in a pink cashmere towel, which he let slide from him as he approached her. At the sight she caught her breath it was almost audible when she released it. For no matter she saw him naked several times per day his beauty still caught her by surprise.

The long slender legs seemed to go on and on forever merging into the rounded hips which were neither fleshy nor plump just perfectly rounded and firm. Moreover, there was not the slightest hint of a sag in the creamy colored buttocks. Any model would have died to have his waist, even without the help of a corset it was less than twenty inches.

Dark pink aureoles slightly puckered from the heat of the bath, they were uneven today. The left stood firm stood proudly from its creamy mound while the right was folded in on its self. The small imperfection lent an air of reality to the normally too perfect body. Miss Yvette picked up the cream silk brassiere, it appeared very a slight confection, a mere cobweb of silk and lace. It was in fact far stronger than its appearance.

Although Hilarie's breasts were strong and firm to retain their shape unsupported, Lady Miranda insisted he wear a brassiere whenever possible. She wanted no undue strain put on the beautiful orbs, if they were to retain their shape into old age then every help must be given to them. She slid the straps over his shoulders and bid him lean forward as she fastened the catch. The breasts slid smoothly into the cups as he wriggled his shoulders to settle them.

Miss Yvette marveled at his femininity. It was less than a year since she had been given charge of Hilarie and she could still remember the shock and horror she had felt when he had been dragged kicking and screaming into Lady Miranda's presence. He had been fat, his face covered in acne, with long greasy hair. His manners were rough and his language full of obscenities. Looking at the tall graceful creature, it was quite impossible to accept this was the same person.

Once the silk and lace garter belt was about his waist it took only a few moments to slide the stockings up his legs. The knickers slipped into place and the petticoat was immediately in place. Miss Yvette looked for a reaction to take place between his legs, for he was unbound and quite free in this area. Over the past months the effect of sensuous fabrics sliding over his body was having less effect upon him.

Prior to this every time Hilarie was dressed by the time the stocking and undergarments were in place he would be firmly erect and the use of her taffeta glove would have been necessary to reduce his tension. Nowadays this urge appeared to have a diminished rather than disappeared. Sometimes when she was dressing him in a particularly sensuous garment she could sense a quickening of breath as it was drawn onto his body.

The sexual effect of being dressed had not left Hilarie completely though. Every time he was fitted into a very tight corset, the effect of tight lacing was immediately evident and it was always necessary to reduce his tension with the glove. Recently she had noticed that it had taken more than one attempt before his member was sufficiently relaxed to accept the lacy garter that held it in place on his right thigh.

To her and Lady Miranda it was a sign that were achieving the correct balance of psychological and hormonal action within his body and mind. Hilarie was now an incredibly feminine creature with just a touch of the masculine that would allow him to react sexually in the male manner. As Miss Yvette finished applying his makeup realized just how much she had come to love her charge. As she helped him to his feet, she hugged him tightly about the shoulders and pulled him closely into her body and kissed him on the lips. Saying as she did so. "I love you my beautiful Hilarie."

Hilarie was obviously startled by her action but quickly overcoming his surprise he responded by hugging her in turn and lightly touching her cheek with his lips, said.

"Not as much as I love you my darling Miss Yvette. Thank you so much for your help and patience. Oh I so wish Alice was here I miss her so much."

Astonishment showed on Miss Yvette's face. "Oh Miss Hilarie, I'm so sorry I thought Madame Hester had told you. Lady Miranda is returning with Doctor Buell Alice and Mrs. Chesterton today."

She glanced at her watch. "Goodness I'd no idea it was so late, why they should be due any minute. Oh Miss Hilarie I thought you knew and this was the reason for wearing this dress."

Chapter Five

 

The Return.

 

At that moment the confidence and sophistication vanished from Hilarie. His face flushed and he became as nervous as a teenager facing her first date did.

"Oh Yvette why didn't you say." He turned towards the mirror almost fearfully examining his appearance. Fingers twisted in an errant lock of the platinum hair patting it back into place. The enormous cornflower sloe shaped eyes were almost frantic. "Do I look all right, oh this dress it's too dull! Quickly Miss Yvette find something else, a dress that Alice really likes." His breasts were heaving. "Hurry Yvette please we must hurry."

The maid placed her hand on his arm. "Hilarie please calm down, you look perfect. I couldn't have chosen a more suitable dress. I thought that's why you picked this one. You knew Lady Miranda was returning with them."

Suddenly the frantic teenager disappeared and the sophisticated young lady was present.

"You're sure Miss Yvette? I look okay?"

"You're absolutely beautiful Miss Hilarie. Now I think I hear the car, we'd better go downstairs and greet her."

Her words were wasted on the retreating back. As with silk skirts flying and all decorum forgotten Hilarie raced from the room to greet Alice.

The first person Miranda saw was Hilarie running down the entrance hall towards her. Her heart went out to him; he looked so beautiful. The honey colored silk streamed behind him, outlining the curves of the gorgeous body, the platinum hair in the "ballerina" ponytail swinging in as oft arc. He stopped just short of her, eyes downcast, shy and demure, his cheeks flushed as if suddenly unsure of himself.

She held out her arms, Hilarie needed no more encouragement, letting them fold about him. His eyes were filled with joy as he looked into hers.

"Oh Aunt Miranda I'm so glad to see you back. Did you have a good trip"

Miranda kissed him and was surprised to find the previous reserve in his manner was no longer present he was very affectionate. His lips were as eager as young puppy's as they sought hers.

"Yes darling but the last part was rather sad. I didn't have time to tell you but Rose Parker became very ill in London and just before leaving I attended her funeral."

She was astounded when tears filled his eyes as he said "Oh poor Miss Parker, I'm so sorry I hope she didn't suffer, Aunt Miranda."

Miranda was surprised at his concern, for there had been no love lost between them. Indeed Rose Parker had been instrumental in Hilarie's present circumstances. He appeared quite genuine with his distress and she realized just how his character had changed over the twelve months since he'd been with her.

"No Darling she died peacefully in her sleep. Edwina, Jamie and I were there to comfort her."

"Oh I'm so glad Aunt Miranda she had some friends with her." Miranda held him tightly, kissing him again. Hilarie embraced her tightly his lips kissing her almost passionately.

"Now Hilarie I think you should reserve those for someone I know you've really been waiting for."

At that moment Alice and Mrs. Chesterton walked through the door. Hilarie gave a squeal of delight; releasing Aunt Miranda he ran forward and took Alice in his arms.

"Oh Alice. I missed you so much; you were away forever. I love you so much, promise you'll never ever leave me again." His eyes were beseeching as he pressed into her.

Alice as small and fragile as ever, had lost the terrible pallor she had the last time he had seen her two weeks go. Her skin was the beautiful translucent white he had grown use to and her eyes had lost the feverish brightness she was the Alice he'd fallen in love with, prettier than ever. Her hand gently cradled his head as she pressed her lips into his.

Hilarie could feel he had lost control part of his other self, masculinity was asserting itself, as he felt his manhood now fully aroused pressing into her body. His breasts touching hers and he could feel Alice's own feelings ignite. She gave a small cry and pressed her body into his and her hands reached out to caress the nipples she could see straining against the cream silk.

She kissed him again, then reluctantly released the silk dressed youth "Darling please I must rest for a few hours, it was a very tiring flight."

Reluctantly Hilarie released Alice; his arousal was very apparent, the clinging silk dress tented out from his body by the rampart organ. His face was flushed and his nipples were apparent trying to fight themselves loose from the restraints of the silk and lace brassiere. All at once he realized his state of dishabille. He looked down, seeing for the first time his arousal, Hilarie's face flushed red and his hands swept down trying vainly to cover his masculinity. The attempt was fruitless, but he finally succeeded in spreading his skirts, partly hiding his condition.

"I'm sorry Aunt, Mrs. Chesterton, what must you think of me?"

"Hilarie, Alice and I are so happy to see you." She reached down and kissed him on the lips. "Without you my dear we would not be here, you were so brave." She glanced down at the turgidity trying to hide in the silken skirt. "A little display like that makes me feel jealous, I think Alice is so lucky to have you."

Then Aunt Miranda turned and put her hand gently on his arm. "Hilarie dear, I know you've missed Alice and been apart, but she's very tired darling. You must let her rest, we'll meet for dinner in another four hours then we can discuss the future."

Miranda went to her room and sat back in her chair trying to relax. For a few moments she didn't want to face her new problem with Hilarie, but it could no longer be put aside, it was unfair to him. She had removed the jacket but still wore the cashmere traveling dress. It had been a tiring trip, there had been more politics at the D.O.M.s meeting than she'd expected but at least that was now solved. Eula Blakemore was a troublemaker but also very foolish. At least the English estates were doing well so there was little to worry about there.

What had upset her was Rose Parker's sudden illness. Although she had not been particularly fond of Rose Parker she still felt grief following her death. Up to two weeks ago she had been in good health, then suddenly she had been terminally ill and it happened so far from home. Fortunately Edwina Simpson-Dupree and Jamie had been in Europe and able to visit her. Even then poor woman had died almost friendless. Despite the money she had received following Emily's death it had done little to improve her social standing. Most people still considered a boor and snob.

Few members of the D.O.M.s had bothered to travel to London and visit her in the hospital, during her mercifully brief illness and she had been pathetically grateful to see Miranda. On the last visit Rose had given her a safe deposit key, saying that Emily had wished her to have this. She was not aware of the contents but Emily had thought them very important. She had meant to give it to Miranda immediately following Edith's death but she had been so annoyed by Hilarie hitting her on the nose just after Miranda had taken him into her care she had withheld them. At those remarks Miranda had almost lost her temper. The stupid woman had held back vital papers without thought to the consequences, but what was the point of being angry at someone on their deathbed, so she had smiled and bitten her tongue.

Now despite her tiredness Miranda began to examine the contents of the deposit box. They had collected the contents on the way from the Airport. The mystery was revealed when Miranda had collected from the box forty diaries, covering Emily's life from the age of fifteen to her death.

Joined were those covering the period of Miranda joining the household to five years later. A note was placed in the first of these, and from the color of the paper and freshness of the ink it had obviously been written within the last two years. It was not very detailed and cryptic saying.

 

Dear Miranda,

By the time you receive these I will have passed on. It is essential you read them as soon as possible as they concern both you and Hilarie. I wanted to tell you but I never had the courage. I'm so sorry, I do hope you'll understand and forgive me.

Emily.

Lady Miranda placed a most unladylike curse on Rose Parker. Why on earth had she done this? Then pulled the bell cord, and when Madame Hester appeared she asked for a gin and tonic. Madame Hester appeared a few minutes later she asked whether she could be of further service.

Miranda smiled sadly and said, " I know it's wrong to speak ill of the dead, but Rose Parker was a vindictive old bitch. Please prepare a shower Julia and select some cheerful clothes to help remove this morbid air. As she showed her trusted retainer the note. Madame Hester was more scathing, she was not a nice person my Lady, I hope it is not to late.

Madame Hester completed smoothing a rich-moisturizing cream into her body, and then began to dress her mistress. As the cream silk french knickers slid up her body she felt more comfortable. A silk half-cup bra was scarcely needed for the rounded high firm breasts. Over he head she slipped silk camisole to match the knickers. Long full white satin culottes fastened about the slender waist. She turned towards Madame Hester and allowed her to button the matching long sleeved blouse.

Now comfortably dressed she decided it was time to read the diaries and find out what was so important. With the drink at her side she settled back before the antique writing desk and opened the first marked dairy. As she began to read Emily's rather school girlish writing, shadows from the past began rolling before her. Memories that she had tried to submerge once more rose from the dark depths of her mind.

Anyone not knowing Emily as well as Miranda would have been very surprised by the content of the diary. Emily had been so retiring and shy; no one would have suspected just how incisive and inquiring her mind was. Her perceptions of human character were also astonishing. It had taken years for Miranda to recognize her own weaknesses, but Emily had noted them within a few days of meeting her. Miranda was so interested in her writings that she was almost tempted to begin reading them from the start.

Fortunately she kept to her timetable halfway through the second Miranda gave a cry of delight. It can't be true she thought, Emily must have made a mistake. Carefully she went back through the details. Then picking up the fifth one she read carefully the details. The faintly memories registered, it must have really happened she thought. There had always been the perception that it was true. So much had happened during those few days she had thought nothing but a dream, but it was true after all.

Miranda rose stretched her body luxuriantly. Strange how two hours and a few hundred words on paper could change your whole life she thought. Well that was one problem solved as too feelings towards Hilarie. That still left another problem, how on earth was he going to take the news. The only way this one could be approached was directly and together with the Chesterton's and the sooner it was done the better. She used the bell pull to summons Madame Hester.

Her instructions came as quite a surprise to the housekeeper. As Lady Miranda explained further she gave a quite out of character squeal of delight and clapped her hands.

"Oh how wonderful My Lady, why that solves everything."

"Well not quite Julia, I think there remains one thing to overcome and that will be quite a shock to Hilarie." Madame Hester went off to carry out her instructions, while Miranda lay down on the bed. Some rest was required to ensure the evening was successful.

Chapter Six.

 

A Dinner to Remember

The news they were to have dinner was exciting; that Aunt Miranda had something to tell was intriguing. It was enough to dispel any discomfort as Yvette laced him into a tighter corset, Hilarie knew nothing would upset him. His whole body was aglow, happiness emanated from him. As the laces tightened he imagined the pressure came from Alice's arms, the white silk stockings drawn up his legs were the touch of her soft fingers caressing his flesh. A light blue silk slip slit high on each leg flowed down his body, gliding over his breasts and draping about his hips.

Miss Yvette signaled him to step into the dress. A long sliver of blue silk with a silver orchid embroidered across the back fashioned as a Cheongsam. The high Mandarin neckline with silk silver "frogs" fastened the neck. It fitted closely draping his body to accentuate every curve. He looked in the mirror, enjoying the way his breasts stood proudly from his body. Long legs, impossibly long emerged from the high slits of the skirt.

His hair was swept into a topknot and skewered with two chopsticks. The makeup emphasized the high cheekbones and slight almond slant of the deep blue eyes. Improbably, because he had scoffed earlier at Miss Yvette's choice of dress this morning. Looking in the mirror he realized just how exotic he looked. He knew how Aunt Miranda and Alice appreciated beauty and way he was dressed would really please them. He turned to his maid and he kissed her on the cheek.

"Thank you Miss Yvette, thank you so much." He said

Miss Yvette drew back looking pleased by his gesture but surprised as to the reason. "Thank you for making me so beautiful, they will be so pleased."

"Oh Hilarie I wish I could claim credit for the way you look, but I can't. That's all your own work." As she spoke her heart went out to him; Lady Miranda was not the only one in love with him. How much he had change over the past year. Yvette could still remember the shock when Lady Miranda had presented Hilarie to her. He been fat, covered in acne and the rudest boy she ever met. The lovely girl that stood before her bore no relation to that horrible creature.

"One moment Hilarie, I forgot the bridle." Hilarie seated himself on the genuine "Queen Anne" stool before the dressing table while Miss Yvette raised his dress and slip. Taking a blue satin garter she slid it high up his right leg. Reaching into the wide legs of the silk french knickers he slipped the head of his member into a strong elasticized circlet attached to the inside of the garter. Though not a perfect solution, this maintained a perfectly feminine front and was comfortable to wear.

It worked well providing Hilarie did not become too aroused, as there was only so much pressure the device could stand. Providing there were no visitors, Hilarie normally wore the bridle at home. Full protection required a far more elaborate device, a false pendunda. Wearing this, his true sex was virtually undetectable even in the most intimate circumstances. However it took more time to fit and was not as comfortable to wear.

The dinner was not elaborate, they were not seated at the dining table, but on comfortable plump pillows about a low circular table on which a smorgasbord of delicious food had been laid. Lady Miranda was dressed in her white satin culottes, Elizabeth Chesterton in a flowing gown of green panne velvet and Alice in a simple but elegant trouser suit of silk and chiffon.

They sat together Hilarie and Alice, across from Lady Miranda and Elizabeth Chesterton. There was only Madame Hester to serve the food, which was quite unusual, for even with just Hilarie and Lady Miranda there was normally three or four. After a cool Chardonnay had been poured, Lady Miranda said. "I would like to explain something of my life to you tonight, Elizabeth knows some of what I'm about to say, but this is mainly effects Hilarie. I'm sorry I haven't been able to tell you before my dear, but I only discovered the most important part today. I find it easier to explain to all of my dearest friends together. I love you all and I hope you will forgive me."

There was a far away look in her eyes as she began her explanation.

"My father died when I was twelve, I loved him so very much, he was such a gentle and intelligent man. My fondest memories were sitting on his knee while he told me stories of his travels and the people he dealt with. .

He was John de Quincy had been a rising star of the State Department, a Diplomat destined for high office. Born into one of America's wealthy families he had followed the path of public duty long practiced by his forebears. He had attended both Yale and Harvard, firstly studying law then finishing a Masters in History. Later he had joined the State Department diplomatic service serving as a career diplomat in Europe had. Married to his childhood sweetheart he had been very happy when Hilarie had given birth to his first child, Albert. Initially their young son had traveled widely with them sharing the sights and the sophistication of Embassy living

When my Father had talked of his first wife it was obvious they had been deeply in love. Ten years later she had been cruelly taken from him, the result of a drunken driver who never stopped after the accident. Albert was nine and had miraculously escaped death and injury, he escaped from the wreckage, and terrified he had fled leaving my mother bleeding to death. He ended in the arms of a kindly motorist, who took him to a nearby diner trying to console him with sweets and other treats. Albert frightened he'd miss out on the treats he was offered never told them of the accident. When he finally did tell them my mother was already dead Father never recovered from the tragedy and although he tried could never forgive Albert, who had put his natural selfishness above the life of his mother. Father could never give the love Albert so wanted to him. Later that year Albert was placed in a boarding school and John de Quincy accepted a diplomatic post in the Middle East.

After the loss of Hilarie he wanted to completely disassociate himself from his old life and place those sad memories behind him. This had an enormous effect on the young Albert, for although my Father was a very sensitive man the effect this would have on poor Albert, never appeared to enter his head. As I found later the feeling that he'd been completely rejected had a very traumatic result and had serious consequences, which would change my life later.

The Middle Eastern country he was assigned to as Ambassador was still in ferment. This area in the late 1950s was a very different place to what it is now. On the surface it was westernized and still controlled by the still strong but rapidly weakening British Empire through a hereditary King. In reality the real power was being taken by the Muslim fundamentalists who had been suppressed and forced underground. Their power though hidden was still strong and although having little popular support their growing fanaticism controlled the people by fear.

King Hassan was a man of foresight and learning who knew the values in his country must change if it was to survive in the modern world He had established hospital, learning and industries very much supported by the immense wealth generated by the oil beneath the deserts. His six children had received western education and he was a strong advocate of greater cooperation with the west. All of which made him Devil incarnate with the Moslem Religious Leaders.

In the course of his work Father met the daughter of the King; Princess Sophia was the sixth child, of Royal birth but because of her sex she was not in line for the throne. I remember her as being so beautiful, dark haired, tall with the porcelain white skin. Like so many in her country Mother was western educated and had completed her schooling in an exclusive Swiss Finishing school. It was inevitable that they would fall in love..

Within months they had married. The Princess who had been tutored at Radcliffe spoke perfect English, French, Spanish, and Swiss as well as her native tongue adapted easily to the diplomatic life. It was halfway through her pregnancy, when the first revolt began. Murder and mayhem raged for months until it was finally put down. The leader a Khomeni was publicly executed. Before his death he cried for vengeance calling for every male member of the King's family and relatives to be murdered and completely eradicated. His call was taken up by the fanatics and although the security about the Royal Family was strengthened three assassins carried out suicide missions and succeeded in killing two of Sophia's brothers. The vengeance was not confined to her country and she was shocked to learn two further murders had been carried out on her male cousins, one in London, and a one further in New York.

Now Sophia feared for her unborn child, she lacked the confidence of the King Hassan who assured that the revolution would not continue. So worried was she, that in the last month of pregnancy she sought a promise from John that if a son was born, no one would be told and he would be brought up as girl. John did not share all her fears, but to keep her calm during the pregnancy agreed to it.

Accompanied only by John and her faithful Amah Aila they flew to an exclusive Swiss hospital where I was born. No one ever knew of the sex change that had taken place on the birth certificate. The royal family was not told and as Ail always attended me so no one ever suspected the truth. It was fortunate for my mother that my build was delicate and my features feminine. I was not aware of the deception until my tenth year. Until then I thought I was a girl.

Chapter Seven

 

The Revelation.

 

"My god." Said Hilarie, his mouth open with surprise. "You're a man? You are like Alice and I? I just can't believe it Aunt Miranda. How can you be? No you are just making this up for some reason."

Elizabeth broke in, "please believe her Hilarie I can assure you she is a wonderful shemale."

Lady Miranda said, "it's all right Liza, it's best Hilarie and Alice understand. No matter how you may feel about this, I do love you.iHilarie but you must know the truth" For the first time Hilarie saw fear and anguish in his Aunt's eyes. Then with trembling finger she unfastened the waistband of the white satin culottes and allowed them to slide down her legs in form a glistening puddle about her feet. A pair of white silk french knickers followed them. She reached behind her adjusting something at her back and spread her legs slightly. Suddenly her penis and testes as large and as active as his own appeared. There was an air of desperation about her body, consternation that he would not accept her

Hilarie could see the evidence before his own eyes, his aunt one of the most beautiful and feminine creatures was a male. Somehow he knew that his reaction should be anger at the deception, for all the pain he had gone through had not by a dominant woman but had been at the hand of a man. Instead he felt his eyes fill with tears, not of anger or shame but with love. He scrambled to his feet, jumping over the soft silken pillows in his haste to put his arms about her. He looked up into her eyes; not sure what to do next, but his emotions and feelings took over. He heard himself say.

"Oh Aunt Miranda, I love you."

His emotions went far beyond words, he could feel his face crimson and the blood pound in his groin as below the silken sheath of the Cheongsam his own emotions were displayed. He felt his member struggle free from the satin circlet that bound it to his leg and rear upward into full display and was prominent beneath the shimmering satin.

Alice watched the two hugs and kiss, a twinge of jealousy moved through her body at the obvious feelings Hilarie had for Lady Miranda, but she knew the turgidity was the effect of the emotions he felt for his aunt. The sight of the tented dress brought her own emotions to the fore and she knew without looking that her trouser suit would be displaying the way she felt.

Her mother took her hand, squeezing it tightly.

"I don't understand, you must have been aware you were different to the other girls about you." Said Hilarie.

"No Hilarie, it was a different culture altogether, it's a very private world particularly amongst the women. Nearly all the girls were circumcised very early in their life at the age of three or four. Their clitoris was removed and their labia sown up, in those circumstances the mutilation can be quite hideous, so rarely were our bodies naked.

Most of the time I'd wear the native dress at least in the house. These were normally beautiful silk and satin harem trousers and a bustier with delicate billowing sleeves. The trousers might appear quite diaphanous but beneath them were always a tight pair of silk panties that hid our genitalia. Aila always attended me . She was the only one apart from Mother and Father who knew my true sex. I never saw anyone's naked body, neither my parents nor Aila, it never occurred to me that I was not what I was told.

"Didn't you want to be a boy, play baseball . do all the things boys do?" Hilarie was still having difficulty with the concept of Aunt Miranda not knowing she had been brought up in a different sex.

"Darling our culture was so different boys and girls didn't mix like they do here. I didn't know what boys did and I wasn't very interested. I loved the clothes they were so beautiful all soft silks and satins. Then Mother would dress me in western dresses all pretty and frilly. I'd be petted and praised by her friends and told how pretty I was. My toys were beautiful dolls and Aila would help me dress them. No sweetheart, it was a world I was quite happy to remain in, it never occurred to me that it was all a deception."

In the next two years a further four of my male cousins were murdered outside the country. Then the religious fervor disappeared and everything seemed quiet once again My Mother began to accept that perhaps her fears had been for naught and it was time to revert to my true sex. They decided it was time to travel to the United States, there all would be revealed and I'd be able to begin a new life. It was also to meet my stepbrother Albert and his wife Emily. Emily was thrilled to meet a Royal Princess, and her daughter. I was still ignorant of the deception played upon me and I liked her right from the start. Stepbrother Albert was quite a different matter. He felt my Father, which was quite true, had ignored him and you could sense the enmity he felt towards me.

Father also realized this and tried to make amends with his so but too much water had flowed beneath the bridge for this to happen. The wounds were too deep to mend. A strong point of contention was the family fortune. Father was very wealthy, he had inherited a great deal of money, and this had been swelled by Mother's dowry. Albert as the eldest and only son wanted control of this, however he had already proved himself a compulsive gambler, and Father was always forced into paying his debts.

A trust for both of us was established with Albert to receive half the income from my Father's investments and I would receive the other half. In addition I was to receive the income from my Mother's dowry which Father had very wisely invested. Albert was extremely upset by this decision, being the elder together with his very selfish nature he had expected the lion's share, and not getting it he perceived this as another rejection by his Father.

This perception was quite unjustified, but his greed and weak personality did not let him see it.. The amount he inherited was more than a hundred million dollars, which twenty years ago made him extremely wealthy. No sooner had this been settled than the revolt began in the Middle East. The news was very serious, the King had been killed, and the Royal family imprisoned. Emily begged Father and Mother to remain in America, but they both considered it their duty to intercede and decided to return immediately.

It was decided that I should remain Emily's care for the time being. Mother took her aside and explained the reason for my disguise. Emily promised that no one, not even Albert, would be told, so Aila and I remained behind. Neither Father nor Mother had the chance to help the family, they were both shot immediately they stepped off the aircraft and I became an orphan at the age of ten.

Emily treated me like her own daughter, all her attempts at having a family had come to nothing. I grew to love her deeply but at the same time to hate my stepbrother. He was by nature the complete antithesis of my Father. Vein weak, vindictive, and quite cruel to poor Emily. Through gambling and poor investment he had rapidly dissipated his money. He had also mortgaged his future income and then tried to gain access to the trust and my own money. Luckily Father had so secured it, that this was impossible.

Emily waited till I had finished grieving over the death of my parents before she told me the secret. By this time I was nearly eleven years old, and through television and the greater openness of sex was more aware of the difference between male and female than I had been in my own country. I was becoming quite confused, I had received a new "Barbie" doll and could see that my genitalia was quite different to the doll.

After Emily had explained the reasons to me, I was in two minds about resuming my proper role. A day later came news of another murder of a male relative by the fanatics. The assassination order was once more in force, and it was clear the killing would continue until every male member of the family was dead. This was enough for me to retain my guise at least for the present. There was also the problem of dealing with Albert. Emily and I were very aware of the hatred he had for me and we were frightened that when he found he had a stepbrother instead of a sister he would do his utmost to destroy me.

My decision was also guided by my liking for pretty clothing. Several secret trials of wearing boys clothing had convinced me that they were uncomfortable and rough. Increasingly the touch of soft silks and the sweet perfumes was more to my liking. My conclusion was happily accepted by Emily, she could continue to treat me as her daughter and we would avoid any confrontation with Albert.

For two years this idyllic life continued. I attended an exclusive girl's school and my grades were excellent. After only six months there I was placed in an accelerated learning class and by my thirteenth birthday I was ready to attend college. It was at this point my whole destiny changed.

Albert had been absent for a month trying to tie up another of his great deals. Emily knew he was in rather a desperate state, not one had succeeded, and he was up to his neck in debt. He arrived home on the night of my thirteenth birthday accompanied by an older man. I later found he was in his sixties, but at the time he was the handsomest man I've seen. He was not very tall but his carriage was very erect short and he was very slim which made him appear far taller than he actually was taller. Beneath the thick lustrous silver hair was an unlined face. The cheeks were as smooth as a girl was, the nose was small, and his lips were full and red. He was quite feminine in appearance but there was no questioning his masculinity. He had the most beautiful smile, you could not help being warmed by it. The most disconcerting part about him was his eyes, they sparkled, but they could in a twinkling turn hard and cruel.

He fascinated me immediately. He was dressed so differently to those I had known . he wore that night a beautiful dark blue velvet suit with a white silk shirt that was more like a woman's blouse. It had billowy sleeves and a wide lace collar. Later I found it was called a 'poet's' blouse, his dress and personality fascinated me, and he was so different to anyone I had ever met. Emily gave me the book Little Lord Fauntleroy" by Frances Hodgson-Burnet but had never connected the Lord Fauntleroy with the cousin Emily had sometimes talked of. He was of course not the original subject of the book but the son. By tradition his clothing was a modern version of the Little Lord Fauntleroy suit.

He bowed to Emily and kissed her hand with such charm, she was left simpering. She introduced me, and he treated me like a grownup, kissing my hand and saying how beautiful I looked. It was so wonderful to be accepted in this role as up to now I was still looked upon as a child. Despite the warmth of his greeting and my acceptance of his charm I felt afraid for his eyes continued to rove my body and with them I glimpsed unbridled lust. In front of everyone I blushed bright pink and could feel my body trembling. This appeared to further excite Lord Fauntleroy and my hand was still grasped in his as more brought it to his lips. The lust I saw in his eyes terrified me

Everyone had said how beautiful I looked that night. The dress was cream silk and lace. The bodice was frilled and tucked showing clearly that I was still a child. It had an underskirt of silk, slit almost to the thigh with a filmy lace overskirt. Whenever I moved my silk stockinged legs were exposed. This was far more sophisticated than any other clothes I had worn. Emily had allowed under protest after all it was my birthday. With it went silk stockings, high heels and makeup which in retrospect made me look even younger. I was a child in grown up clothing. As I found later, nothing could have turned on Lord Cecil more than this. He had at last found his dream girl. Albert was trying to involve Lord Cecil in another of his business ventures. Once again my stepbrother was teetering on bankruptcy and the Earl was the one person who could save him. I didn't know it the time but that night my whole life was about to change.

Lord Cecil was a paedophile, he loved young children, and at sixty-three he had fallen in love with me. It didn't matter that I was fifty years younger in fact that made him lust further after my body. Although I didn't know his intentions at that time he wanted to own, me and nothing was going to stand in his way.

That night he agreed to supply all the finance Albert needed, as I found later there were strict provisions controlling this. Lord Cecil was very wealthy, but he did not intend to let Albert squander any of his money. There was another provision however that evens my weak and greedy brother blanched at. Finance would only be forthcoming if I became Lord Cecil's ward. Albert must appoint him my guardian until I reached my majority, he would have complete control over me for the next eight years . Although I was not aware of it at the time Albert did every thing in his power to talk him out of it .He had heard of what happened to the children that had fallen into Lord Cecil's hands.

Greed finally won out and he accepted Lord Cecil's terms. The Earl would return the following day and I would be smuggled out of the country. Albert still faced the problem of convincing Emily, this turned out to be far more difficult than he'd imagined. The weak, timid Emily became lion hearted when she heard what he intended to do, but nothing could match Albert's greed, despite her setback she insisted on seeing Lord Cecil convinced she could persuade him it was wrong.

If Emily had known more of her cousin she'd have realized her mission was impossible. Once Cecil had set his mind on possessing something, nothing would divert him from his goal. Emily tried every thing she could, in fact that night at the hotel room she offered herself. She was a very pretty girl with the type of innocence that fascinated people like Lord Cecil. She might have succeeded for Cecil, despite all his faults was a kindly man, unfortunately for me Emily, played her last gambit. Convinced he would not want a boy she told him of my real sex and the reason for the disguise. If Emily thought that this would dissuade him she was wrong. However, it had the opposite effect, he had been fascinated by my femininity as a girl, when he found out I was a boy my fate was sealed nothing would made him give me up. To possess something so unique to him was a dream come true. He swore to Emily that he would maintain my secret. Only his closest retainers would know, even my brother Albert was never to find out I was his stepbrother.

Emily could see I was terrified and that night after the household had gone to sleep crept into my room. She quietened my sobs and held me in her arms, it was as if my mother had returned, for the first time since I'd met Lord Cecil I felt safe. She held me for hours, it was towards morning I kissed her, and she kissed me, though I didn't know it at the time then we began to make love. I had never experienced anything like this in my life and although I had no idea what we were up to it was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me, your mother made me a man."

Hilarie looked at Miranda in astonishment, he was dazed by her tale. Learning she was a man was astounding enough, but the story of her life was even more incredible. At the age of thirteen she'd had sex with his mother.

Chapter Eight.

 

Daddy Dear.

 

"Darling Hilarie I must tell you now before my courage fails me. I decided to tell the whole story before telling you the most difficult part. You must understand that your mother thought only of me and what was about to happen to a child of thirteen and it was only today that I have found this out. I brought back your mother, Emily's dairies from Paris. Rose Parker had taken them for some strange reason that we will never the reason Your mother had left a note to say that night she took to herself she became pregnant. Hilarie please forgive but I am your father."

For a moment Hilarie couldn't believe what he had heard, then the realization of the words struck him.

"My father? You're my father?"

He tried to understand what he had just heard, glancing at Alice and her mother their mouths agape he realized they were as flabbergasted as he was. Aunt Miranda was tense her body waiting for his rejection and anger. His indecision only lasted a few moments, before the most marvelous feeling flooded his body and mind. Now he knew why he felt so much closer to Aunt Miranda than he should, she was not a distant member of his family she was his father.

Hilarie displayed more emotion in the next few seconds that he'd ever done in his life. He ran to Miranda seized her in the tightest hug ever, wit his arms about her neck and began kissing her and trying to talk in the same moment.

"Oh that's wonderful , so wonderful. I love you Daddy. I love you so much."

They hugged and kissed and for long minutes they looked as though they'd never part. Then Elizabeth and Alice joined them, it was the happiest time, Hilarie could ever recall, to have his lovely Alice and to find his father all in the same day. They settled once more, Hilarie sitting between Miranda and Alice holding their hands tightly.

"Please Daddy, continue I want to hear more. It is like I'm in the middle of a fairy story, but what is so wonderful, I know the ending and it's a happy one."

"I know darling I feel like the story teller in A Thousand and One Nights, I have one benefit more than her though, I don't need to make them up. Awakening in a strange room in a foreign country was the greatest shock I've ever gone through. I found out later that Albert had a conscience he had pleaded with Lord Cecil not to go ahead with the wardship, saying he would do anything besides that. It was of little use Lord Cecil was adamant no wardship, no money. Albert's idealism was vanquished and Lord Cecil was my guardian.

I could sense the tension in the household but put it down to Albert having found out about the previous night. Emily was not allowed near me, which I found strange but thought it must be the result of the previous night. I was hoping that we could repeat the wonderful experience that night. It was never to happen, the last thing I remember was drinking some hot milk that Albert had drugged.

I knew nothing until I awoke in the dark in a large four poster bed in an enormous room where everything seemed cold and damp. I was not even in my usual baby doll pajamas I wore for bed. Instead I was wearing a long silk gown all ruffled and frilled. Drawing back the velvet drapes I looked out into large park like grounds that seemed to go on forever. The house seemed to be parting a large castle it was enormous. At that moment Lord Cecil entered the room, I was terrified, Aunt Emily had warned to avoid him at all costs and here he was walking into my bedroom.

It was then he began to explain what had happened. How Albert had decided to make me the ward of the Earl of Dorincourt. Of course the financial arrangement was never mentioned, well not a that stage. Ceddy as I called him later, was very impressed with the way I conducted myself, so calm and grownup. Underneath I was trembling, but I asked to see Emily, that was, he explained I had been flown to his estate in England and would not be seeing Emily in the future, but Aile had come with me.

My life changed from that moment, for I was no longer able to control it. Up to this stage I had been very privileged and protected, first by my parents and then by Emily, virtually whatever I had wanted was given to me. Now that power had been given to Lord Cecil, my being his ward virtually gave him complete control over my life. While I was not a slave I might as well have been one. Although Dorincourt was in Hampshire and not very far from London as far as I was concerned it might as well have been on the Moon it was surrounded by a large estate, the high walls and peopled by servants completely loyal to the Earl Escape was impossible.

Tearfully I asked why had I been brought here. he explained that it was because of my beauty and he had fallen in love at first sight. Nothing I could say would convince him otherwise. When I spitefully pointed out he was old enough to be my Grandfather he was at first not perturbed explaining that the love of youth and beauty was the greatest love of all. As time wore on I became increasingly bitter and my tantrums became more frequent and at the end two months I was told to learn to be polite or I would be disciplined. At that I slapped him and spat in his face.

For the next three months I under went the form of discipline that has become a feature of the PET training I was tightly corsetted confined to seeing only my maid. At the time I thought it did man ever devise the most cruel and humiliating process. I wore the "Venus" corset, the Victorian Doll costume, and the Black mask. Gradually I learned to accept my fate, and to respect Lord Cecil.

The clothing I wore was designed to treat me as a young girl. The were beautiful dresses all silk and lace. Frills and flounces always with corsets and silk stockings. Lord Cecil spent a lot of time traveling but when he was there he loved to watch me moving. He ask me to run and skip, dance or play the piano then I'd sit on his knee while he found stroke my cheek

I was treated as though I was his daughter a badly behaved one. Gradually my fear of him disappeared and I began to fall in love with him. It would have appeared quite bizarre, a young child of thirteen falling in love with someone five time older than she but it happened. At that time another companion arrived on the scene. Anna Von Buel had been one of Cecil's protégé's. She had been sold into servitude by her parents at the age of seven to be a gentleman's companion Anna had been trained in one of the "Finishing "schools and was sent to Cecil at the age of twelve. By the time she was sixteen Anna was ready to be replaced. Cecil had been impressed by her bright and inquiring mind and following extensive tuition Anna gained a place in Edinburgh University to study surgery

Following her graduation she had completed a Doctorate at Cambridge majoring in hormones. After completing an internship she become a Research Fellow for the Fauntleroy Foundation. Sworn to secrecy she became responsible for my health and began giving me estrogen to help my feminine development. Anna was then thirty and became one of the few people to learn my secret. Her main work was continuing the research started by his Grandmother, "Dearest". Later I began to realize that practically all of Cecil's way of life had come from the conditioning he had received from Dearest his mother. She had been solely responsible for Cecil following his parent's death at the age of three. As I became older, and discovered the strange environment he had matured in, it became easier to understand his debauched world.

The first year with Ceddy brought few changes. My role as his child lover continued unabated. He was insistent that I did not change my sex, he had fallen in love with me thinking I was a girl, finding that I was not, one added a further dimension to the way he loved and thought t about me. Seeing I had spent all my life as a girl it seemed totally unimportant whatever sex I was assigned to. I loved pretty dresses, the softness, and all the perfumes that went with being a girl. It seemed more sensible to change to a girl at that stage, and if Ceddy had allowed it I'm certain that would have happened.

Maintaining my feminine appearance while allowing my male drive to emerge required careful balancing of my hormones and this was Dr. Anna Buel's responsibility. Her studies and research paid for by the Fauntleroy Foundation had made her one of the top experts in this area. All this was rather academic until just before my fourteenth birthday, when I had my first erection or the first I knew about, it was then I realized what had happened with Emily. It was the strangest most wonderful experience, I was not sure what was happening, but from that moment I wanted to happen repeatedly.

Upon the realization that this was part of being male, I decided that Ceddy was right. Unfortunately sex with Ceddy continued to be painful and my abhorrence of it increased. I tried to hide this from him but it was impossible. Then one day he knelt before me, lifted my skirts, and took me in his mouth, for the first time came the marvelous experience of a climax.

From that moment it became easier for me. Although it continued to remain sore and painful, I knew the wonderful joy he was experiencing and could accept the act. Afterwards he would help me come as well. My confidant was Anna and as together we explored academically the range of emotions that governed the male psyche. Anna maintained I had a remarkable insight into the male emotions, as though the hormones, the environment, and the emotional demands had produced a conduit between the two sexes

This became a focal point on my fourteenth birthday when one of the guests attempted to rape me. Nigel Peebles-Smythe I still remember the name so clearly after all those years. He was the son of a British Cabinet member, eighteen years old just finished schooling at Harrow. He was tall and undeniably handsome in that upper class fashion. Arrogant, insensitive and to me completely repulsive. I had tried to avoid him, but unfortunately this only seemed to encourage his odious behavior. I was not the only one to receive his attention already two of the young servants had had trouble with him and only been saved by the timely intervention of one of the more robust maids Peggy. All the servants now made sure they were never alone with him.

I had never considered him a problem. To me he was just a very rude and nasty boy, and no thought had entered my head that he might have designs on me. This was rudely shaken the next day when I was alone in the castle. A hunt had been organized, almost all the guests participated and the entire household staff assisted or watched. Although I enjoyed horse riding, chasing a poor little fox was not my idea of entertainment. So still dressed in my white silk dress I lay down on my bed to read and rest. Some time without knowing it I drifted off to sleep. I was awoken with the feeling of being smothered, Harold had one hand over my mouth and was trying to tear my dress off.

He was holding a knife in his other hand and told me to lie still or he would kill me. For a moment I was petrified with fear and could nothing. He ran the knife down my beautiful silk dress cutting it down the front and began to pull my knickers down. Suddenly there was a sound outside the door and Nigel turned towards it. For a moment he was distracted and I bit his hand hard, now with my mouth free I screamed and screamed for help.

Again he seized me by the throat this time and almost strangled me. Aila and one of the maids Peggy had heard my cries. Together they rushed into the room and overpowered him. At last they secured him to a chair, tying him up with the curtain cords. All the time he sat there, shouting terrible abuse at us. Although it was quite clear what he'd attempted, Nigel showed not the slightest contrition. There was no attempt to say sorry instead if anything he was even more arrogant.

Instead he sat trussed in the chair calling us terrible names and demanding to be let free. I stood flabbergasted. My dress had been torn down the front, my panties almost stripped from me and I was bleeding from a cut on my forehead. This was the first time in my life that I had ever suffered in such a way and now I felt a terrible anger. Aila was holding me in her arms trying to stop my trembling. Although I remembered very clearly during his attack I had had a real fear that I would be killed. Now as the shock wore off the anger began to grow within me. I wanted revenge, total revenge. This swelled and grew within me, until it was all consuming. At that moment I could have picked the knife that lay on the floor and killed him.

Aila sensed my rage and continued to hold me tight, at last the beserker within me died, becoming a knot of cold ice in my mind. Death of my rapist was not the answer; I wanted his total humiliation, only then would I be satisfied. It was another thirty minutes before Ceddy arrived; Peggy had managed to send a message via one of the grooms saying an emergency had occurred in the house. I had deliberately not changed or washed and when he saw me still in my torn dress and blood on my face Nigel's fate was sealed. He took me in his arms holding me tight telling me to be calm. Then he turned towards the by now blustering boy his face turned white with rage and I could see murder in his eyes.

As he stepped towards him I cried out "No, don't touch him."

Lord Cecil stopped puzzlement etched on his face.

"You must not kill him, he's mine. I want revenge for what he did. I want him too suffer and remember it for the rest of his life.

Lord Cecil agreed to my demand, indeed there seemed to be a new respect in his eyes for me when he did so. I remained in my blood-splattered garments while his family was summoned to the room. They took one look at me and the resolve in Ceddy's eyes and despite the alternating pleas and blustering demands from their son agreed that his fate should be left in Lord Cecil's hand.

Doctor Anna Buell had arrived just as they left. By this time I was quite calm all the fear and hysteria had left. I could my resolve strengthening and a plan had already formed in my mind. I gave instructions to Peggy whilst Aila prepared my shower and new clothes. Almost an hour past before I returned to the room, by this time I was dressed in my prettiest Arabian costume. It was totally in white, the color of the virgin. A bustier decorated with tiny seed pearls covered my breasts in my hands I held dearest diaries on how she had trained Cecil and Cecil and that was the beginning of the Fauntleroy Foundation."

"What happened to Nigel?" Said Hilarie.

"Oh she's very happily married to a Member of Parliament."

Chapter Nine.

 

Dinner with Alice.

A very happy Hilarie went to bed that night. He would have preferred to be with Alice but she needed rest after the long flight and their coming together was planned for the following evening. Miranda -it was still difficult for Hilarie to stop putting Aunt in front of her name- and Elizabeth were attending another Fauntleroy Foundation meeting in New York. Miranda made it quite clear that Hilarie would be expected to become far more involved in their activities following this week.

He had spent most of the day recovering from the shock of the previous night. This evening he was to be with Alice and try as he might Hilarie could not hide his elation, he wanted to look his best he literally quivered with excitement.

"Oh what shall I wear Miss Yvette. I must look my best."

Reassured that he would indeed look a million dollars Miss Yvette persuaded her charge to relax within the warm scented bath she had drawn. Alone and not pestered by the excited Hilarie, she went through the difficult task of selecting his clothing for the evening ahead. Her forehead furrowed with concentration she began laying out the garments that would project the image she wanted Hilarie to project.

Hilarie looked absolutely radiant when he returned to the bedroom. His faced slightly pink from the heat he looked at the selection laid out on the white satin bedspread.

"Are you sure Miss Yvette, I want Alice to think of me as sexy, sophisticated and elegant, these are lovely but so virginal."

"Exactly Hilarie, trust me you'll look so beautiful she will love you."

With just a touch of reluctance Hilarie allowed Miss Yvette to begin dressing him. He had no objection to her choice; it just seemed too subdued. He'd been thinking while he'd bathed of black satin underwear with a bright red garter on one leg. Miss Yvette's choice had been completely at the other end of the spectrum.

She held up the first garment, it was a white satin corsolette, heavily boned and one he knew could be pulled so tight it would be quite painful to wear. His protest went unheeded.

"Don't be silly Hilarie, you know what this does to you. It will look so beautiful cupping your breasts and giving that tiny waist. You'll look so sexy no one will be able to resist you"

Hilarie couldn't argue with that, but he knew Miss Yvette's hidden agenda and knew exactly what would happen. Very early on in his new life as a she-male he had discovered the effect of tight lacing on his body. The tight constriction produced a sexual excitement that was impossible to ignore. Any type of constriction about his body seemed to enhance his sexual aura. His pupils enlarged, his breathing became quicker, and his skin glowed with pearly luminance. Hilarie's whole body projected a new awareness of femininity impossible to ignore with this however came a surge of blood which manifested itself very prominently displayed below the waist.

He looked at the garment, he knew it would be a torture to wear, but the pain would have a pleasure. He voluntarily hung onto the trapeze bar stretching himself onto tiptoe as Miss Yvette fastened the hooks and eyes. The manacles that had been used in the past to fasten him to the bar had been removed several months ago. If any one had suggested a year ago that he would go through this for pleasure he would have considered them quite crazy, but here he was quite willing submitting to the torture that lay ahead

Miss Yvette seemed to read his mind. "My how times change Miss Hilarie, a few months ago who have imagined you doing this voluntarily."

Hilarie wriggled his bottom coquettishly," what we girls go through for love."

This brought a smile and a giggle from the maid it was wonderful to see her charge so happy. She tightened the laces further, this bringing a gasp from Hilarie. The corsolette might appear light and fragile, but like the silk of a spider's web it was it was deceptive being as strong as steel. The lace half-cup held each creamy orb with its rosy aureole like an offering to the gods. His waist was the slenderest it had ever been. The corsolette finished half way down his hips allowing the firm cream fleshed derriere to swell like two melons beneath it.

Hilarie released the bar, this action causing the corsolette to close even tighter about him. As Miss Yvette skimmed fine white silk stocking with lace tops up his legs the whisper of silk was enough to start his blood racing and flooding into his member. It tautenened then surged erect Miss Yvette tried to ignore it as she fastened the suspender to the lacy stocking tops. It was by now red, pulsingly erect, and totally inappropriate on the utterly feminine body. Despite her normal clinical approach to Hilarie and his needs she felt a tremor in her own body. It was impossible to ignore the excitement Hilarie was going through.

Up his legs she drew a pair of shimmering white silk satin French knickers, crotchless and sheer they did very little to disguise his condition on the bed there was and he stood there feeling quite vulnerable and unprotected. The dress was no surprise; it was similar to the one he had worn several weeks ago when accompanying Cissy to the reception Aunt Miranda had held when he and Lady Julia had visited them.

A "slip'' dress in white silk satin which was virtually non existent. Bias cut, with two slender spaghetti straps to support it. The bodice was low cut; it's straps holding the deep neckline just above the tops of the corsolette, exposing the top half of his breasts and his nipples. Loosely cut in a trapeze shape the bottom of the dress reached to within three inches of his knees barely covering the lacy tops of his stockings and the white garter Miss Yvette was sliding up his thigh.

The dress though loosely fitting clung to his body swirling about him with his every movement. Normally his natural shyness would have made him very embarrassed to be dressed in this manner, with his condition exposed to all eyes. This evening however it was different, he felt sexy and excited. Miss Yvette applied his makeup, soft subtle. Pale blue sparkling highlighter on his lids, a touch of eyeliner and a liberal coating of mascara on the long eyelashes. Titian colored blusher was lightly applied to the high cheekbones; pale red lipstick was almost invisible on the bee-stung lips. His hair was pulled high onto his head and secured with a white satin ribbon into a ballerina ponytail. The long silky platinum mane swinging softly against his shoulders with every movement.

The sandals fastened to his feet were slivers of soft kid secured by a cobweb of white satin straps; the slender heels looked too fragile to support even the delicate body of Hilarie. Miss Yvette looked at him closely, had him pirouette, then lead him to the mirror.

"Ah perfection, Ma Cherie. You look so beautiful, it's almost unbelievable." She said.

The figure before him was ethereal, a pale goddess. From the gleaming white gold platinum hair to the tips of the white satin slippers, absolute perfection, so hauntingly beautiful

One item marred the feminine image, the ominous bulge beneath the sheer gown. Miss Yvette bade him raise his right leg and slipped a white satin bridle garter over his shoes and high onto his thigh. Raising the bottom of his dress and reaching into his knickers she flicked the tip of his engorged penis with her fingernail. The pain was sharp, acute enough to reduce his erection but mercifully brief. With gentle finger she quickly she inserted the now flaccid but swollen head into the elastic circlet attached to the garter.

The garter bridle kept his masculinity within bounds, holding the bulge organ on the inside of his leg. There were limitations, if he became too excited his member would burst free from its silken bonds. This had happened twice in the past and could be quite embarrassing in the wrong circumstances. Tonight there were unlikely to be any " wrong" circumstances.

Miss Yvette inspected him, she appeared more nervous than he did. A touch more of lipstick, using a tissue to remove a spot from his cheek. The nervous adjustment of a lock of his hair. Finally all the faults were eliminated, she was satisfied. She took his hand as she accompanied him down the corridor to Alice's suite. For a moment he thought she was entering the door with him, instead with a quick kiss on the cheek and a whispered good luck he was pushed through the door.

For all the time Hilarie had lived in the Mansion, Hilarie had never been in what the staff euphemistically called the honey moon suite. There was nothing forbidding him going there, up to now there had simply been no need. Entering, he was struck by the opulence. Situated on the southeastern corner the room opened onto an extensive balcony, which during summer mornings was bathed in sunlight. The arched windows almost filled two walls and now were covered by silk drapes. The bed centered in the room was enormous. An antique four poster, the ornate frame was reputed to have once been Marie Antoinette's. It had been revamped, now equipped with a modern mattress and white and gold tulle and lace drapes To one side of the bed was a delicate dining setting of the same era, a six branch candelabra filled the room with soft light.

 

Chapter Ten.

 

Love Consummated.

Alice came forward to greet him as he entered. She wore a long jacket of black satin, it was man tailored in the fashion of a tuxedo. The lapels were crusted with sparkling sequins and only one button fastened it. A white silk ascot was fastened about her neck, filling the throat of the jacket; beneath he sensed there was no blouse or shirt. Scarlet wrap around satin trousers flowed from beneath the jacket. As she walked towards him the trousers legs flowed open exposing her long black silk stocking leg almost to the thigh. The glace kid shoes had four-inch high heels, and she looked magnificent.

"Oh my darling you looked so beautiful. Gorgeous enough to eat." She enfolded her arms about him, their lips met and Hilarie knew he was in heaven. They together mouth to mouth, tongues gently exploring one another. Body's melded into one; so many emotions swept Hilarie that his body began to tremble.

Alice drew back, alarm evident in her voice, and "Are you okay darling you're trembling."

"It's happiness dearest Alice. I feel so happy to being in your arms."

She took his hand. "Come I'm being a very poor hostess, have some wine."

The light amber liquor effervesced in long stemmed crystal tulip champagne glass. Tiny bubbles tickled his nose as he swallowed.

"This is one of Bollinger's best years, a 1956. Tonight deserved a really special wine, and we must thank Madame Hester for finding this in the cellar." Said Alice, her smile lighting up her face. Outwardly she appeared her normal confident self, but Hilarie now knew her well enough to sense a nervousness about her. The wine was delicious and before he realized it the glass was empty Alice immediately refilled it, already he was feeling lightheaded.

Leading Hilarie by the hand she seated him on the silk settee. Hilarie was about to speak, when Alice touched his lips, shushed him. She took his hands between hers.

"I'm so happy tonight Hilarie, I'm ecstatic to be able to hold you like this. " Before we begin let me kiss you."

Immediately he was in her arms lips and bodies melding into one. There was no need for words; after a few minutes Hilarie took another swallow of his drink, there was no doubt the champagne was having an effect on him. The music playing softly in the background turned to one of his favorite love songs "Lady in Red".

"Alice will you dance with me?" They moved onto the balcony, bathed in moonlight, bodies together, hid head resting on her shoulder Hilarie had never been so happy or felt so romantic.

Shortly the music changed to Rock and Roll, with Aunt Miranda taking the lead they jitter bugged. Alice's long widely flared trousers swinging widely threatening to trip her up. She paused for a moment, unfastened a button at her waist, immediately they slid from her. With one graceful movement she kicked beautiful red satin aside. Beneath the jacket she wore only a pair of sheer black satin french knickers. He could not have imagined any thing more sensual, long black silk stockings fastened to suspenders disappeared beneath the satin. He envisaged the rounded creamy buttocks and the warmth it offered sheltering beneath. Her knickers flared out as she spun, exposing more creamy thigh. It was too much for his satin bridle. With a distinct twang the engorged organ broke free, springing erect it tented his clinging dress a powerful advertisement for the feelings he was displaying for Alice.

Any worry that she may have been disgusted by his display of masculinity disappeared as she immediately pulled him into her body. Hilarie could feel his erection pressing against her firm stomach. So sexual did he feel that the slithery movement of the satin almost made him climax? Alice sensing his breathing and the state he was in broke apart.

"We'd better relax for a moment darling, you are becoming rather excited." She said as she lightly took hold of the engorged monster through the satin and lead towards the settee.

"I love you Alice and I want you so much."

"Hilarie you are so brave, you saved mother's and my own life. Please forgive me for the way I treated when I first met you.

Alice released the ascot from about her throat and slid the jacket from her shoulders. Beneath it she a satin torsolette similar to his own. This was one however was in black satin with scarlet lacing and lace inserts. She looked beautiful, long slender legs, rounded hips, and the firm uptilted breasts. She was a blonde haired Venus the most beautiful woman he had seen. His heart flip-flopped with the joy of being with her. This was a time for action not words.

Moving to the bed he picked up one of the massive satin pillows. Holding in front of him he raced back to Alice. Her look was one of bewilderment at his actions. He dropped the pillow before her and sank onto his knees before her. With both hands he gently caressed her small swollen member, feeling it swell further in his hands. Hilarie looked upwards as he moved his head forwards and caressed the blood-distended head with his tongue. The look on Alice's face was one of joy and hope as she smiled down on him.

Hilarie could feel Alice relax as his hands gently caressed her bottom. He could feel his member pushing against her fingers as he sought her cleft, it felt enormous. His push was gentle her hands guided him towards the silken rosette. Her nervousness remained a barrier and he wanted to cause her no pain. Then suddenly he was deep inside her. The most joyous sensations filled his body. Never had he felt like this, separate from himself and part of another. He could feel his piston moving inside her body sliding backwards and forwards. At one moment the most wonderful loving feelings filled him. Every cell swelling then he'd be drawn downwards through a whirlpool of color and movement.

During the first moments following his entry, Alice had remained still trying to accept her new awareness, and cope with the flood of pleasure. Now she began to participate, pushing back, wriggling her bottom playfully. How long their lovemaking continued he had no idea, time seemed to stand still. Hilarie could hear cries of ecstasy, the screams of delight neither were sure of the author. Before his own damn burst he felt Alice's thrusts quicken, he hurried to match her bodies movement when suddenly she cried and he felt a pulsing within him.

Never before had he been overtaken by such feelings. Lights and colors flooded his mind as a stream of red-hot flame lanced through his body. It was pain and joy joined together into a single exquisite sensation. Then his own climax began, deep within him the volcano erupted, streaming through his body until molten lava burst through his aching member. It flooded outwards to caught by his dress and the satin pillow. On and on, the flow continued, at one point it seemed too much, he'd no longer be able to stand the pleasure. Exhausted, they lay still, giggling happy and relaxed.

He helped her climbed to her feet, they both stood wobbly legged as a newborn foals. Hilarie's legs as last stopped trembling. Alice looked at the state he was in. The dress was soaked through, luckily his spend had been caught in this with the remainder soaking the pillow. She released the shoulder straps letting it fall into a sodden heap. Using Hilarie's discarded knickers she carefully wiped and cleaned her own still erect member then cleaned Hilarie's. Joyfully she hugged and kissed him repeatedly. Their eyes met lovingly, it was evident that they both felt the same way and words were no longer needed to describe their feelings.

They lay together on the bed, Alice in Hilarie's arms her blonde hair nestled on his breasts. He had never felt so happy and relaxed every time he moved he was aware of their lovemaking. He felt tender and he felt an exquisite pain with every movement. She told him she could still feel her seminal outpourings within him. It may have been her imagination but with every movement she could feel the fluid slosh back and forth in her passage, she now felt such apart of him.

"Oh my darling I love you, we must never part again." Said Hilarie.

Alice turned her body until she was facing him, "I've waited so long to hear you say those words, I love you so my darling."

Hilarie could delay no longer; "will you marry me Alice?"

"Marry you? You want me to marry you?"

"Of course I do my love please say yes."
Her eyes filled with tears, her body trembled with emotion, and "oh my darling after all I've done to you How nasty I've been too you, and you still want me too marry you. Oh my brave boy of course I will."

 

The End.

 

 

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