This is an updated version of this story that follows the fortunes of a young boy who is cruelly tortured by two wicked women during the closing stages of Queen Victoria’s reign in 1898.

This story was known as Aunt Roberta’s Ward but someone with a similar storyline has objected and it has been changed to the more appropriate title of The Inheritance. I have taken the opportunity to clean up the story, removing many grammar and spelling mistakes. Ó Elaine. Email elaine.w@btinternet.com

 

The Inheritance

by: Elaine

 

CHAPTER 1 - Arriving

The drive from the coast had not taken as long as he’d thought. The two mares and carriage had covered the distance from Berwick Railway station in good time. On the way he’d wondered what he would find at his new home in the Scottish Borders.

The house was a large mansion house set in the lower slopes of the Lammermuir Hills that he’d heard all about from his father.

On their arrival the horses sensing home snorted and kicked at the gravel impatiently with their hooves as they waited for the old gatekeeper to come out and slowly open the large ornate cast iron gates wide. As the driver flicked his whip to start the horses into motion again, Lewis could at last look out onto the vast lawn that stretched out in front of him.

‘I wonder if I am I going to like it here,’ thought the young 14-year-old who faced an uncertain future as he looked in awe out of the window. As Lewis caught his first sight of the large family ancestral home of Winton House he could hear his father’s description of the dark rooms and the huge grounds coming to life.

The coach crunched along over the wide decorative drive paved with Lanark red chips. On the edges of the expansive lawns there were stone posts that seamed to indicate the length of the long drive. As the coach and horses walked up the driveway it led to a large oval area outside the front of the house.

Made of weathered smooth red and yellow sandstone, the house was large and in the middle of the front lawn there were several mature beech trees and he smiled when he saw several red squirrels running around collecting the beechnuts.

He marvelled at the ornate pointed stonework, the large patio and the grand double stairs leading up to the front door. The carriage stopped on the large courtyard area in front of the building and Lewis eagerly stepped down for the first time onto Scottish soil.

‘This place is enormous, there must be forty bedrooms here,’ thought Lewis as he looked at his surroundings.

Lewis’s mind flashed back to the past 6 months that had brought him to this spot in the world. Homeless and now without any family he’d made his way from India where his family had died in some terrible plague. His father’s regimental commanding officer had made arrangements for him to be sent home to his next of kin; Miss Roberta Hamilton, his father’s elder sister who stayed in the big house that was

The Hamilton family had long been one of the biggest landowners in the area with several thousand acres on the southern slopes of the desolate sheep country of the Lammermuirs. Their income had come from sheep, grouse shooting, fishing, forestry and arable farming. The estate was no longer actively managed like before with much of the estate rented to tenant farmers. The annual income though was still considerable and Lewis expected that he would ultimately come to inherit this vast estate.

Lewis had not travelled alone from India; his mother’s maid, Helen had accompanied him. Lewis being a young gentleman helped the young girl from the carriage despite her lowly station. The two had struck up a close friendship on the long journey back from the Indian frontier to Scotland.

Helen stepped daintily onto the deep red gravel on the driveway with Lewis’s assistance and was also surprised to see the size of the building that stretched before her. "To think that your late father gave all this up to join the army," she whispered to Lewis.

"Your poor late mother had something to do with it, I’m sure it’s because she never saw eye to eye with your Aunt," she continued.

At that point Helen’s words stopped as she caught a glimpse of the woman she expected to be Lewis’s Aunt Roberta. She was walking carefully down the wide steps onto the patio landing with her floor length, tight skirts held up by her long white hand.

"That’s your Aunt Roberta, your father’s older sister, and she stayed here to look after your grandparents, and now that they’ve died she just lives here alone with just a female companion. When we were in India, I heard that she was always unhappy and isolated here. I don’t know if she’s ever had a husband either," said Helen.

His unsmiling Aunt Roberta

"She looks very unhappy," said Lewis. "Maybe I can cheer her up a little."

Some servants descended the worn stone steps to greet young Lewis’s arrival. Two young handsome footmen bowed and stepped forward to help with the luggage from the carriage while Lewis stared at the face that stared ominously back at him. His aunt stood taking in the view before her and then turned away to go back indoors.

As she turned, she elegantly raised a thin white hand to replace a strand of greying brown long hair back into place after the autumn breeze had pulled it out. Lewis caught sight her features harsh and unsmiling as she walked.

"She looks a real old battleaxe," whispered Lewis to Helen. He then bounded up the stairs towards the front door and followed her inside leaving the men to carry his few possessions up the stairs with Helen.

Once inside he was ushered into the drawing room where his aunt was staring out of the window.

"Now then young man, I hope you are well," she asked without taking her eyes off the hills in the distance. Then she turned and Lewis was able to study her closely. The face he knew but he took in her swan-like neck around which was wrapped a stiff black collar highlighted by a beautiful cameo brooch. Although he smiled at her as he approached she seemed to look past him into another time and place. She seemed not to accept his presence as he walked towards her.

Instead of being confident, she nervously put both her arms under her small bosom and then realising that wasn’t seemly put her hands down onto her hips where they accentuated her incredibly small waist. She wore in a figure hugging ruby red dress that showed she was in keeping with the latest London fashions. The skirt certainly looked narrow and restrictive with only the tips of well polished laced boots showing out from the hem.

Lewis heard Helen’s footsteps beside him and she spoke first, "Ma’am this is Master Lewis, your late brother’s son."

"So I see I’m your Aunt Roberta," she replied curtly, "You will find this place much more difficult than the easy life of the East Indies."

"With respect Aunt the life in India was anything but easy, as the loss of my dear family testifies. I’m very pleased to meet you, having heard very little about you from my late dear father." He said quietly and nervously holding out his hand in the hope that his Aunt would accept it.

Instead she continued to hold her hands on her hips and stood before him tall and straighter than ever. "Before you stay at this house I want it to be known from the outset that anything other than exemplary behaviour will be punished severely. I have just come out of mourning for a dear friend and I will not tolerate rumbustious behaviour from young people. Do I make myself clear?

"Yes Aunt Roberta," he said pulling his hand back disappointed in her negative stance.

"I repeat I will have no outrageous behaviour here. If you can behave then we will tolerate each other’s presence eventually. In any event, since you are my brother’s son, I will give you shelter and food provided you obey me implicitly. Do you understand?"

"Yes Aunt Roberta," he replied simply feeling let down and stunned by her attitude. He’d half expected that his closest relative in the world would have given him a warmer welcome given his recent double loss of his parents. She looked like she wanted a better response than that from him so he added. "Th-thank you!" He stammered tentatively.

"Did you know that your father eloped when he met your mother?"

"No Aunt." He replied.

"Yes he gave all this up," she said waving her hand in the air before replacing it on her hip. "He left me to look after this estate on my own and it hasn’t been easy. You may not realise this but your father married beneath himself. He should never have left here and joined the army, I hope that you don’t carry the unsavoury traits of your family," she continued.

Lewis, was angry at these adverse comments about his parents and already secretly hated his new found relative. He hunched up his shoulders and shrugged as if to say it wasn’t his fault. That incensed his aunt further who shouted. "Your father was in the army, but it seems the military didn’t rub off on you did it? Did you ever watch the soldiers stand to attention?"

"Yes Aunt Roberta, I did," he said feeling intimidated straightening his shoulders as best as he could only for her to shake her head at his efforts.

"I have engaged a governess for you and I hope that you will learn to take orders from her at all times so that you will complete your education. She must be obeyed at all times."

Lewis felt timid in the midst of this strict femininity and he looked at Helen for support. This didn’t go unnoticed to his Aunt.

"You are?" she asked Helen.

"My name is Helen Yule Ma’am," she replied and then curtseying.

"What was your position in Calcutta Helen?"

"I was the personal maid to Mrs Hamilton, Master Lewis’s mother," she said confidently.

"I have no need of a personal maid but I’m sure that the Butler James will find you something to do, so report to him," she said dismissing the young woman.

"Yes Ma’am, thank you Ma’am." Helen replied feeling grateful she at least had employment.

"I will introduce you to your Governess now," said his Aunt. "Follow me."

As his Aunt minced along in her tight skirts, Lewis following close behind was able to watch her move and wondered what possessed her to dress in such a ridiculous restrictive fashion. Women wore tight skirts and corsets during this period but this costume bordered on the eccentric. On entering the hallway, he went ahead and bounded up the stairs two at a time and was immediately scolded by his Aunt who had to negotiate each step carefully holding her skirt hem with both hands for fear of tripping.

"If I catch you running in the house again, you will be severely reprimanded," she cried from midway up the grand curving staircase just as he reached the top.

He waited for her and extended his hand that she declined and they soon entered what appeared to be a large children’s nursery with a rocking horse, various toys including balls and dolls. There was a large doll’s house near the window.

"This is Lewis," his Aunt said to the woman, "this is your new governess, Miss Jane Renton."

"I am pleased to make your acquaintance Miss Renton," he said bowing slightly.

"I am pleased that we meet at last Lewis. I hope that you will learn to behave and not be disobedient while I try to complete your education," she replied from the comfort of her chair. "Your Aunt has told me of your recent loss, however I want you to put that in the past and to give me your complete obedience at all times. Any insolent or bad behaviour will be severely punished. You will I fear find me very strict on the subject of bad behaviour."

"Yes Miss Renton," said Lewis who cast his eyes over her quickly. She was in her early twenties and had a country air about her as though she had been brought up on a farm. Her ruddy cheeks giving some indication of some previous outdoor country girl existence. That was in the past though because now she looked every inch a lady with a figure to match. Her impressive breasts were enhanced by what was another slender corseted waist.

Her dress in contrast to Aunt Roberta was cream in colour with lace embroidery hiding her well-developed chest. She wore a tight six-strand pearl necklace choker that kept her head erect and she played with a long single strand that ended in her lap. She wore dainty high heel shoes that peeked out of her equally restrictive skirts. Like Aunt Roberta she looked rigid, held no doubt by the confines of a tight corset that must have gone from her chest to the top of her thighs.

The combination of the tight dress, waist and the small bustle proved to be irresistible to Lewis who stared at the figure before him.

	The combination of the tight dress, waist and the small bustle proved to be irresistible to Lewis who stared at the figure before him.

"It’s rude to stare Lewis, I will not tolerate that sort of behaviour in my presence," Miss Renton suddenly surprising him with the strict tone of her voice.

"In future, you’ll only speak when you have been given permission or if you are asked a direct question," she replied again raising the tone of her voice. She looked at Aunt Roberta who smiled with approval. Lewis was about to reply but then stayed silent.

"Good. If you wish to speak you may raise your hand and wait until I have given permission. Now I am sure you must be tired after your journey and I will show you to your bedroom."

Lewis meekly followed already hating both women and secretly vowing to have some fun before the day was out. They led him into the room adjoining the nursery and it was of obvious feminine appearance with pink walls and curtains and frilly bedclothes and on it there was a frilly satin nightshirt.

Lewis was surprised to be led into this bright gaily-painted room and decided that some mistake had been made. Remembering he raised his hand and on seeing this, Miss Renton and gave him permission to speak.

"Please Miss Renton, this is a girl’s bedroom, I cannot sleep in here," he said politely.

However Miss Renton and his Aunt had other ideas and informed him that this would be his bedroom from now on because it was so close to both the nursery that would become his classroom and to his Aunt’s private rooms.

At last they left him alone after showing him around the room. In the two large wardrobes there were many pretty dresses and many pairs of female shoes on the floor. The large chest of drawers, he discovered contained many items of female lingerie.

He began to unpack his trunk when there was a small knock at the door. He opened it and was delighted to find Helen, dressed now in a crisp, new maid’s uniform, her waist now much thinner in keeping with the rest of the household and she quickly said. "Lewis I have been told to help you settle in and to escort you around the building. I have been kept on as a maid on this floor so we will see a lot of each other."

"That’s wonderful come on in," he whispered. He closed the door and hugged and kissed her close. On the long journey they had become very close and he was genuinely pleased to see her again.

"Master Lewis, you must not do that again, if your Aunt suspects that you and I are this close, I will be dismissed from her service."

"I just wanted to show that you are still my closest friend and that I just want to remain your friend," he said.

"That’s good, I like that but please no more displays of affection or I will be banished from here, " Helen said anxiously moving her large eyes.

With that the two friends went exploring around the great house. They looked in all the rooms to find that most of them were covered with dustsheets or were empty.

Some though were still being used and Lewis was relieved to find the dining room because he was famished. They continued the tour and found a small room along the corridor from Lewis’s bedroom. However this was locked and they were unable to gain entry.

On their way back to his bedroom, Lewis ignored his previous instructions and ran back the last 20 yards to his room and crashed straight into Miss Renton who was stepping out with some of his clothes.

Walking on her high heels and her hands full, she was unable to keep her balance and fell awkwardly to the ground, landing in a heap at his feet. Lewis promptly helped to get back on her feet but the damage was done. She demanded he get back inside his bedroom and remove his trousers. He did and then she returned with a cane complete with curved handle, so commonly used by teachers for instilling discipline at that time.

"Please bend over that chair," she commanded pointing at the chair beside the dressing table.

"Please Miss Renton it was an accident, please don’t beat me," he pleaded without success. "I’m sorry Lewis but you were told not to run in the house and that is what you were doing. If you hadn’t done that, this punishment wouldn’t be necessary would it?" She continued. "Now bend over or it will be worse for you."

Soon Lewis’s bottom was tender from the six strokes of the cane he received. Miss Renton inflicting great pain on his rear despite her small stature. Lewis stifled back the tears in an attempt to show some manliness.

Not impressed by this stiff upper lip, Miss Renton said, "Go ahead and cry, I know it must be hurting. Your Aunt wants you to dress for dinner, I have your suit here," she said pointing to the blue velvet suit with lace shirt on the bed.

Lewis rubbing his rear went over to it and then looked dismayed. Remembering the rule he raised his hand and Miss Renton gave permission for him to speak.

"Why do I have to wear these clothes?" He asked.

"Because your Aunt has instructed that you wear them, do not dawdle and get changed," she replied.

"But this looks like something a sissy would wear, I have my own clothes that came from India," he replied. "Can’t I wear them?"

"Your Aunt has ordered that you wear only what she provides, all your own clothes are to be burnt because she fears that they may be harbouring some of the infection. I am afraid, you are to be dressed the way she wishes from now on. Helen would you help prepare a bath, use the special bath salts you’ll find in there."

Helen scurried away to prepare Lewis’s bath and Miss Renton said. "Please take all your clothes off Lewis and place them on that chair."

Lewis reluctantly decided that he had no option and started removing his tweed jacket, his plus fours and his detachable stiff collar and shirt. He was still in his long johns and vest when Helen came back in to say that his bath was nearly ready.

Helen ushered him through and helped him into the steaming bath that smelled strongly of lavender from the bath salts. Miss Renton watched as Lewis soaped himself and washed all his smooth hairless body. Helen then started to wet his hair and then to wash it. His hair was long for a boy at that time and had not been washed or cut for some time. Because he had not washed his hair, it was greasy and he was able to conceal its long length somewhat.

Helen commented, "Master Lewis you should be ashamed your hair is in a terrible condition, this wash should really help." She took the big bar of sweet smelling soap and started to give his hair a much needed clean.

He yelled when the soap went into his eyes and was reprimanded by Miss Renton. "You are such a baby Lewis, I swear you should have been a girl."

When that was done he was given a liberal sprinkling of lavender scented talcum powder and was led back into the bedroom where he started sneezing. Miss Renton though never eased off and soon the two women started his dressing for dinner.

First on was a pale blue silk undershirt with lace trimmings followed with a creamy coloured cotton blouse that had rounded collars in a most female style. Next came a dark blue velvet jacket while on his legs, a pair of thin knee high cotton stockings were rolled up his legs. Garters were placed at the top and concealed within the stocking to hold them up. He could feel the garters biting into his legs just under his knee but he didn’t complain. He reckoned that he would have them rolled down at his ankles shortly anyhow.

Up his legs they then drew up a short pair of matching knee length blue velvet trousers that were pulled up to his waist and were then tied tightly with a contrasting red velvet sash. The final indignity was a pair of slip on shoes with a gold buckle. These shoes had a 2" high square heel and were dark brown. He stepped into them and although they were a little tight he found he was able to walk in them using smaller steps.

"There now, you are sweet smelling, clean and almost presentable for dinner," said Miss Renton. "What do you say?"

"Thank you, Miss Renton," he said but he felt very odd dressed the way he was.

"Be on your best behaviour, your Aunt is looking for the slightest sign of trouble from you and if that happens you will be severely punished. That’s a warning you cannot afford to ignore," said Miss Renton.

Wisely refusing to speak until she offered. Lewis nodded his head several times.

"One final touch, we have forgotten," said Helen who smiled and pinned a small red carnation to the collar of his jacket

Miss Renton then took a hairbrush from the dressing table and swiftly brushed his hair several times until it shone. She looked at him closely and then decided to back brush it slightly before doing it again in the normal direction.

"You have such pretty hair," said Miss Renton. "It is almost long enough to be styled like a girl." Taking a hoop she tied it into a ponytail much to the horror of the boy. "Right now you are ready," she said.

Lewis definitely felt ill at ease, these clothes and hair style gave him a less than masculine appearance, he still thought that he was obviously a boy but somehow in his eyes he looked ridiculous when he caught a glimpse of himself in the dressing table mirror.

He walked behind Miss Renton as they made their way to the dining room. He marvelled at her fine scarlet coloured, velvet evening dress and her dramatically shaped waist. Her skirts afforded her only limited movement and she walked quickly despite the short steps that her dress allowed.

At last he entered the great dining room and was shown to his seat by one of the servants. He stood waiting patiently until both his Aunt and Miss Renton were seated before taking his own seat. Neither woman made any comment on his manners.

While his elders were dining on Scotch broth and braised steak, Lewis was somewhat disappointed to find that his fare was less substantial with a plate of thin onion soup followed by a single slice of roast chicken, a few potatoes and some green salad. He also had a cup of some evil tasting herbal tea to drink instead of his favourite Ceylon tea.

Like most growing boys Lewis liked eating and decided to ask a question. He raised his hand.

"Yes Lewis," said Miss Renton.

"Please Miss Renton, why can’t I have the same to eat as you? I don’t like salads."

"Because Lewis I think that you need to lose a little weight, you seem to have gained a little puppy fat on the long journey and that needs removing," said Miss Renton. His Aunt just continued eating.

Lewis continued eating in silence. He was quickly finished while the ladies continued picking at their food taking small bites and eating slowly. In the event neither lady finished her meal leaving copious amounts on their plates that Lewis would have devoured given the chance. He was told to drink his tea that they said would help improve his health.

After the meal, Lewis still tasting the bitter brew on his tongue was taken back to his room by Miss Renton who helped strip off his clothes and then put on a satin night-dress. It was open at the neck with ornate patterns over his chest area. The chest area he noted had room for expansion and it had long sleeves that buttoned at the cuff while it was long enough to reach the ground.

He was about to raise his hand, when Miss Renton spoke. "From now on you will be wearing silk and satin night gowns to bed, they are so much warmer and nicer than silly cotton pyjamas."

He raised his hand.

"You may speak Lewis," she said.

"But I never usually wear anything to bed. In India it was too hot, I like sleeping that way now," said Lewis who caught Miss Renton wearing a frown.

"How disgraceful," she cried. "That sort of behaviour will cease and will not be tolerated here."

He nodded. Lewis was determined to remove the smooth nightdress as soon as his governess had left the room.

She took out his pony tail and then quickly brushed out his hair. "In a few days, we will see about putting some curls in that lovely long hair of yours," she remarked softly before turning her voice sharply, "now get into bed."

She turned down the oil lamps and left the room leaving Lewis alone in the dark with his own thoughts for the first time since he arrived. He decided to ditch the nightdress straight away and quickly divested himself of it in an act of rebellion, throwing it on the floor.

He got up and walked to his trunk where his cotton pyjamas were kept and was astonished to find that it was empty. His other smaller trunk was also empty. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he looked in the wardrobes and drawers he could find nothing remaining of his old clothing. Only dresses, skirts and more dresses.

Lewis was too tired to look any further and went back to his bed dreading to think what he would be wearing if all his clothes had been destroyed. Slipping between the cool cotton sheets his long day started to tell and he soon fell fast asleep.

 

 

CHAPTER 2 - A Bad Boy

 

He awoke as the light streamed in through the open window to signify a new day. It was late September and dawn broke at about 6:30 am. Though he had no idea it was that early, he got up and looked around his new room.

His search confirmed his worst fears that there was not a stitch of his own clothing left in the room. He got up and went to the water closet and found that he was cold. He reluctantly put on the nightdress again to keep warm and then sat down in front of the window and looked out.

He caught sight of his reflection in the window as he watched the sun slowly rise above the horizon. His long straight hair, he decided was in desperate need of being cut as it hung around his face. The emerging sight of the hills and woodland landscape below filled him with joy as he longed to get out and explore the area like all boys love to do.

His reverie was broken when he heard the door opening behind him. It was his maid Helen who held in her hands what was to be his outfit for the day. It turned out to be a white sailor suit complete with a ribbon covered straw hat and short cotton trousers. She also had a white blouse and a white silk vest.

"Good morning, Lewis," she said.

"Good morning," he replied suddenly happy at seeing the pretty little maid who he now considered to be his closest friend.

She rushed over to him and put her hands through his now soft long hair and said, "I like your hair now it’s clean, though it’s a little long for a boy. It does look soft though and much less formal than most men wear it."

They were chatting quickly about their long journey together and their happier times in India. Helen had always liked the young boy and she was very keen to ensure that no harm befell him. "I hope that we can remain friends," she said.

"Right now it seems you are the only friend I have," he said honestly. "Please do not become beastly to me like Miss Renton or my Aunt."

"You know I care deeply about you, but I will have to follow orders just like you," she replied. "I’m just happy that we can still be together. I had thought that we would be kept apart and I’m happy I will be with you most days."

	Helen smiled after telling Lewis that she would still be nearby

"Me too," he said and he reached over and kissed her tenderly on the cheek.

"Master Lewis!" she said sounding shocked. "you must not do that! There would be the devil to pay if we are caught."

"I notice that your waist is much thinner now, does it hurt to have a waist so small?" He asked in a concerned tone.

"It did yesterday but it’s not so bad today. Your Aunt insists that all her female servants wear their corsets tight and I’m to be no exception. The Housekeeper has given me instructions to get my waist down to 20" by the end of this year. I’m only 22" now so it’s going to be difficult."

"How do you move? How do you breathe? How can you do anything?" He asked concerned remembering the tight stays his own mother wore.

"With great difficulty, but it does add something to my figure, don’t you think?" she replied sounding pleased at the way her waist dipped in.

"I suppose so," he said holding her by the waist and kissing her again. His penis began to get erect, a fact not unnoticed by the pretty maid.

"Master Lewis, please control yourself," Helen cried. Obviously flattered that despite her lowly station he still found her attractive.

"I can’t," he declared, "I’ve always found you very pretty."

"If you do not behave, I’ll not be allowed to stay here in service," she reminded him but was obviously very flattered.

"I would like to make love to you," he declared suddenly.

"We can’t, you’re just a boy, your voice hasn’t even broken yet," she added. Suddenly she gave him a peck on the cheek back and playfully slapped his bare behind. "Come on we have to get you dressed."

Suddenly their early morning chat was abruptly interrupted by the appearance of Miss Renton who was wearing an oppressive black dress. She glanced at both to silence any further conversation.

"Now today, is the first day of your education, we will start slowly and carefully. If there is anything that you do not understand then please let me know," the governess stated simply and continued. "Any infringements or bad behaviour will be punished no matter how slight, is that clear?"

"Yes Miss Renton," Lewis whispered.

"Get cleaned up and Helen here will help you get into your new clothes," she added.

Lewis felt a bit self-conscious wearing the long satin nightdress as he walked to the bathroom and wondered what Helen must think of him for wearing such a feminine garment. He did his business and began to wash. He was interrupted in his teeth brushing by both Helen and Miss Renton entering.

They quickly robbed him of his covering and the two women who worked silently quickly dressed him. The first item was not unlike a girl’s chemise made of silk. It fitted him loosely and this was followed by another loose fitting lilac coloured blouse. The top of the sailor suit was fitted next while Helen asked him to raise his legs while she rolled a cream coloured cotton stocking up each one.

A pair of silk pantaloons were then pulled on and they fitted loosely about his crotch. The cold room had already shrivelled up his testicles and penis against his lower abdomen. The final item though was the most shocking to his senses as they fitted a pair of matching culottes to his slim waist. The appearance was not unlike a skirt.

"Why do I have to wear such girlish clothes? I’m a boy," he suddenly said.

"Who gave you permission to speak?" Shouted Miss Renton such that Helen who had returned to tidying up in the bedroom could hear her clearly.

"I am sorry," he said and he raised his arm.

"The damage is done, I warned you about this, put on your shoes and fasten the buckles and come with me," the young woman was obviously very angry.

She led him outside to his room and then to his Aunt’s living room where she was sitting reading the morning newspaper. She was sitting without slouching, her back not touching the back of the chair.

Miss Renton waited until Aunt Roberta gave her consent to speak and then told what had happened. "I see, you know you must not speak without asking permission, what have you to say for yourself?" His Aunt said addressing the boy.

"I did not mean to cause offence, Aunt. It is just that I feel that these clothes are not suitable for me. They give me the appearance of girl but I am not. I am a boy," said an obviously concerned Lewis.

However his Aunt calmed him by agreeing. "Yes Lewis, you are correct these are feminine garments. They are all we have, because your clothes had to be destroyed. I did not want you to wear those clothes from India a minute longer as they may have contained traces of the disease that killed your parents. So you see the clothes you are wearing are necessary."

"It will be some time until I can get to Edinburgh to buy some new clothes, so I suggest you put up with this for the time being," she added.

"Don’t any of the servants have anything that would fit me?" He asked.

"Servants clothes! I will not have you dressing in servants clothes!" She said truly stunned by what he had said. "Now before I become really angry, go and have breakfast and obey all of Miss Renton’s commands without question. She has some important lessons for you."

Lewis munched on his bowl of porridge and sipped another cup of that revolting herbal brew wondering where all this humiliation would end. He was soon to find out.

 

 

CHAPTER 3 - The Schooling Begins

After breakfast, he was led back to the nursery that had been converted into a classroom with the simple addition of a single desk and chair in front of a large pedestal style blackboard. For the next three hours the Lewis was grilled over his understanding of the Scottish education system’s adopted three R’s (Reading, Writing and Arithmetic). Miss Renton was forced to come to the conclusion that although he was intelligent his knowledge was not as good as it should or could be.

He was allowed a break and given a light lunch with his usual herbal tea before Miss Renton continued again in the afternoon when she started to give him basic tuition in writing.

At about two they had another break when Miss Renton decided that he should have his hair washed and styled. He was led back to his bedroom where Helen was waiting. His hair was washed again and the maid started working on his hair. Rather than give him the severe haircut he had expected, Helen started to layer his hair taking his hair in sections and trimming the split ends that he had in abundance. When she had finished he was then shocked to find her apply a whole set of hair rollers with special attention given to the front of his head.

"There now, you are finished, come back in a couple of hours and I will remove them," Helen said applying a hair net before curtseying with a smile concealed by her hand.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Lewis headed back to the classroom with an extra thin scarf tied under his chin. He found it diffficult to concentrate on his lessons as his hair started to dry. Miss Renton pursued any sign of absent-mindedness and he was asked to write the letters of the alphabet again and again. He was finally given simple arithmetic exercises to do until 4:00pm.

All this time, Lewis marvelled at how Miss Renton could stand to attention in her severe skirts and corset while Lewis was beginning to curse the tightness on his legs of the garters holding up his stockings.

Allowed out at precisely 4:00pm he went back to his bedroom, and he found Helen was waiting to remove his hair curlers. She quickly got to work and he soon had a glorious head of curly hair.

After she’d brushed and styled it, he got up and just flopped down on his bed. He noticed the nightdress hanging up again beside his four poster bed. He also noticed that it was turning into a fine warm sunny evening after an overcast day of mist and fine drizzle.

He quickly decided to go exploring outside despite being dressed the way he was. He pushed his socks down to his ankles and rubbed the back of his legs where the garters had cut in and left a mark. He headed quietly and quickly down the stairs.

He exited the house via a side door and went into the large ornamental garden. He could see some men working about 100 yards on his left cutting a large juniper hedge but he walked quickly down a gravel path towards a door in the middle of a high wall. He tried the door and was relieved to find it open. The door immediately gave access to the surrounding countryside.

A narrow muddy path stretched out before him and despite the late evening sunshine, Lewis decided to walk briskly to keep warm in his thin clothes. Lewis could hear his shoes squelching underneath his feet; his smooth leather soled shoes were not providing much grip in the gooey mud. He was slowly but surely becoming spattered.

However it was not until he came to the burn (a small stream) that he came to grief. Letting his youthful enthusiasm get the better of him, Lewis jumped from the path to the side of the water. While he was expecting a solid piece of ground. He was disappointed to find that he sank right up to his knees in black peaty mud.

Trying to pull himself free, he lost one shoe and most of his clothes were now completely covered in the clinging smelly stuff.

He extricated his shoe and managed to get back to the path but he was now in a fine old mess and was dreading his return back to the house. It would be dark in an hour’s time so he decided to press on with his exploration.

Meanwhile notified by the gardener of his departure through the gate, his Aunt was monitoring his activities and progress from the house using a large telescope that came into the family from the Napoleonic Wars. She could see quite clearly that he was in a mess but made no attempt to get him back.

Lewis’s attitude hardened when he realised the damage was done. He climbed trees made green with the day long rain; he climbed fences and ripped his clothes on the barbed wire. His face and hands were dirty but he was happy. He was keen to show that he was a boy and hang the consequences.

Just before the sun dipped back below the horizon and the light started to fade, he decided that it might make sense to get back and try and clean up before supper. He quickly made his way back to the gate in the wall only to find it locked. The wall was high and had shards of broken glass on the top, so the he was left with no alternative but to go back to the main gates of the estate.

This involved a long hike along the side of the wall through some dense undergrowth and back along the road until he came to the main gates. It was almost dark when he knocked on the door of the gate house and was answered by an old smiling man who seemed to be still eating.

"I am sorry to disturb you, I was wondering if you could let me in please," said Lewis watching the old man continue to swallow his chewed food.

"And who may you be that you require entry dressed and looking like that?" The gatekeeper asked referring to Lewis’s soiled, dirty and androgynous dress.

"I am the future heir of this estate, sir," said Lewis disappointed that the man did not recognise him.

"Oh yes and I’m the lady of the house," the old man sneered, "now be off with you."

At that moment, his frustration was relieved when he saw the sight of Miss Renton marching down the drive walking as quickly as her black dress would allow. She had a face like thunder and it was obvious that Lewis was the centre of her wrath.

She shouted loudly from 50 yards to avoid the strain of taking those additional steps, "Gatekeeper let Louise in, immediately."

"At once miss," he shouted back.

Lewis was quickly inside and started walking back up the long drive. It wasn’t the fact that he had just walked over 3 miles that made him walk slowly to Miss Renton who was standing before him with her hands on her slender hips. It was the look on her face and the small horsewhip she held in both hands that made him go slowly towards her.

When he was within a few feet, he stopped and bowed his head much a like a dog does when he is being scolded.

"Where have you been? You naughty child, you have been so naughty I have had strict instructions from your Aunt to punish you so severely so that you will never ever do that again," she said spitting venom with each word.

"What do you intend to do? You won’t use that whip on me will you?" He replied.

"No the whip is too good for you, get back up to the house and wait for me in your room. Do not dawdle," she said as he started to walk away from her. When he was about ten yards ahead, she shouted another instruction. "Get stripped and get into a hot bath."

On the way back, Lewis looked over his shoulder at the slowly disappearing Miss Renton and was happy that she could not keep up with him. He was not so happy though when he saw the equally grim faced features of his Aunt waiting for him by the top of the patio stairs.

"You have a lot to learn about manners and responsibility I think," she said with no hint of a smile. "If you think we have been hard on you these past two days, you are about to see what hard really means. You will I’m sure come to regret this evening’s foolish behaviour. Now get to your room and wait for Miss Renton and myself. We will attend to you shortly."

 

 

CHAPTER 4 - Punishments

 

Lewis ran back to his room and quickly shed his mud-covered clothes. He noticed that they were now badly soiled and he was genuinely pleased that he would never be able to wear them again. He put them in a large straw laundry basket and started to draw his bath.

He put in some bath salts to conceal the sweat and putrid peaty smell that still clung to his legs and arms. He scrubbed himself clean and washed his hair. He was quite startled to find both his Aunt and Miss Renton standing watching him when he had finished.

He dried himself using the big towel that was hanging up and went through with both women to the bedroom holding it in front of him in a small show of modesty. Both women were in determined mood and it was clear that they were angry with Lewis for his little escapade.

"Stand now Lewis," shouted his Aunt loudly as he sat on the bed. "You have been a very bad, so bad that I will not allow any recurrence, is that clear?"

"Yes Aunt Roberta," said Lewis his mouth dry. "I’m sorry."

"You have ruined an expensive set of clothes. You go missing without telling anyone where you have gone and despite your declarations to the contrary, you show little remorse or any feeling of contrition," she said with venom in her mouth. "Miss Renton and I have come to the conclusion that you will have to be tamed."

"Why? I’m sorry that you’re both angry at me, it won’t happen again," said Lewis seizing a chance to get in a sentence as his Aunt drew in a shallow breath.

"You’re right it will not happen again and starting from today we will make sure of it. Miss Renton and I have decided that from today that you will become Louise. Henceforth you will dress and act as a girl at all times until we decide that you can be trusted again."

Lewis’s mouth opened wide and he tried to speak but was interrupted by Miss Renton. "You will dress and deport yourself as a girl from now on. You will become Miss Louise Hamilton until we say otherwise," she reinforced.

The words almost failed to emerge from his mouth. He was stunned as Miss Renton directed him to the clothes that lay on the bed. "I will not wear such clothing," he cried. "I’m a boy not a girl, my name is Lewis not Louise," he said as tears started to stream down his face. The realisation that these women were going to have their way suddenly hit him hard and he was visibly upset.

"Stop crying," said his Aunt. "You are acting just like a little girl!"

"Not yet but he soon will be," added Miss Renton holding up a pair of silk pantaloons that were soon pulled up his legs.

"Tell me, Louise, have you ever worn a corset?"

Lewis said snivelling. "No, Aunt Roberta, never. Please don’t call me Louise!"

Aunt Roberta’s nostrils flared and her lips became even thinner at that last remark. "Well you had better get used to both because you will be called Louise and you will be wearing one all the time now. That will stop your wandering away from here."

"But Aunt I am a boy, boys don’t wear corsets," said Lewis in a pleading whining tone in between a whole host of tears.

"After today, you lost the right to be a boy. From now on you’ll be my niece Louise, is that clear now?" Asked Aunt Roberta.

"No!"

His Aunt came over and looked straight into his tear stained eyes, holding his chin. "Oh but yes. I will not have you acting like an uncommon lout; you will be dressed and trained to act like a young lady from now on. There will be no more discussion," she said and Lewis could see that she meant it.

With that she carefully wrapped the corset around his quivering frame and did up the front facing hooks on the busk. He was quickly turned and the pair started tugging hard on the laces at his rear. Lewis being a smallish boy already had a 26" waist and soon the women’s efforts brought that down by three inches.

"There now, that is just the start," his Aunt told him. "You will be corseted 24 hours a day from now on and that should calm your wayward spirit. Soon we will start your waist training in earnest and you will be able to wear the prettiest dresses now."

Lewis had no way to reply, the corset was biting into him hard and he could only take shallow breaths as his body continued to adjust to the constriction.

"Please Aunt," He eventually managed. "I don’t like this."

"You should have thought of that when you decided to act like a silly little boy. Well I can assure you that those boyish days are over now. Tomorrow Miss Renton has my permission to begin giving you lessons in the female graces."

"But Aunt, please I promise I’ll be good, I wont do it again." He whined again but it was having no effect.

His Aunt was determined, "I’m sorry Louise, my mind is made up, you have had the chance now it is over."

"Aunt I’ll not be bad again, I promise, I promise," cried Lewis still pleading and when it became apparent that this was having no effect on either lady he turned and dropped on to his bed in a fit of almost uncontrollable hysteria.

"With your permission, your ladyship," said Miss Renton. Lewis’s Aunt quickly gave it and she went to the hysterical child. "Stand up and pull yourself together, you’re crying just like a girl. You can either go into dinner tonight dressed as an elegant young lady or as a young girl. What will it be?"

"Neither," replied Lewis defiantly. "I don’t want to wear girl’s clothing."

"In that case you will have to wear what we decide," said Miss Renton holding up the hanger with his first female clothing.

Lewis still crying got to his feet and both women proceeded to dress him in the clothes designed for a 14 year old girl. Over the corset was placed a full-length underskirt and then several more underskirts before they pulled his new dress out of the wardrobe. It was very becoming with pretty shade of golden brown, with trimmings of black velvet, the sleeves were a salmon pink that puffed out above his shoulders and that tapered to a tight fitting cuff at the wrist. The dress hem came to about mid calf on his legs. He was forced to wear a pair of dark silk stockings held in place with elastic garters and a pair of tightly laced high-heeled boots fitted with a 2" heel.

A pair of short tight kid gloves were drawn up either hand. A pink pinafore was placed on him and tightened at the back. His wet hair was quickly reset and a large bonnet decorated with flowers was placed on his head.

Although still sobbing slightly and rubbing his tear stained eyes, Lewis had calmed down somewhat and it was obvious that the softness and feel of the material was starting to have an effect on him. He eventually stopped crying and although sullen, dried his eyes with a lace handkerchief given to him by Miss Renton.

A very unhappy Lewis after he is forced to dress in female clothing

With an arm each, both women quickly led him to the dining room where they seated him down between them. They gave him a plate of broth and he was soon relishing the hot soup. He soon found though that he could not eat more than half the bowl and a slice of bread because of the tight corset. He tried a few more mouthfuls but had to give up, his stomach seemingly full.

"Have you lost your appetite?" Teased his Aunt knowing full well the real reason.

"Please Aunt, I cannot swallow any more it’s this corset that stops me." He said pushing the handle of the soup spoon against his now inflexible stomach.

"You will find that this will assist with your diet, you will only be able to eat little and often from now on," she smiled. "Isn’t that right Jane dear?" asked his Aunt of her accomplice.

"Yes Roberta, he’ll learn all there is about being a woman now," she purred like a cat hovering over a bowl of cream.

After the meal was over, the two women and the petticoated boy retired to the drawing room where coffee and other refreshments were served. Both the women watched with some amusement as Lewis minced through in front of them. His dress came to above his ankles but the long line of his new corset had the effect of keeping his thighs together and he could only take small steps. While the women drank their coffee, Lewis was again given his usual herbal tea.

"She walks quite well," said his Aunt behind him, "but I think you should concentrate on movement with her tomorrow. I want her to flow and glide across a room rather than just walk as she is doing just now. She should give the impression that she has always been female."

Asked to remain standing, Lewis was considered too young to take coffee like his two supervisors and he was also given a glass of lemonade. While the two women sat erect, Lewis was forced to stand and could not achieve any relief from the relentless pressure on his waist.

Again the conversation centred on him. Both women watching him moving uncomfortably from one foot to the other as he tried unsuccessfully to relieve the strain on either ankle. He lifted each foot off the floor in turn and found that by straightening his foot out flat could he obtain some form of relief. This however only increased the strain on the other foot.

"I think that Louise would look nice in higher heels," said Miss Renton with further mischief in her face.

"Yes that would be lovely, we can get the town boot maker to make her a special pair," his Aunt agreed. "He does such delightful work, don’t you think?" added Aunt Roberta showing her latest tightly laced boot fitted with a fashionable 3" high heel.

"Oh how lovely, I need a new pair too, perhaps he could make me a new pair?" enthused Miss Renton.

"Then it’s settled, we will go to the town tomorrow," said his Aunt.

Lewis raised his hand and he was given permission to speak. "Aunt I can’t possibly go into town dressed like this," he said pointing to his new clothes.

"Why ever not? Miss Renton and I will take you to the few good shops that we have, we can have afternoon tea and scones at the tea shop before returning here."

"But Aunt I’m a boy I’ve never worn girl’s clothes such as these outside. It will be so obvious, that I’m a boy in girl’s clothes."

"Yes you have a point Louise, tomorrow you’ll need some changes made to improve your appearance and I think you might be able to borrow a pretty hat of mine that will help."

With that the conversation moved on to other matters such as the latest Paris fashions with both women chatting excitedly through the latest fashion catalogue that had arrived in the post that day.

Soon the drinks were finished and Lewis was relieved to be led back to his bedroom. Miss Renton proceeded to help Lewis out of his new finery, making sure that they were all correctly hung in his wardrobe.

"Don’t you like pretty clothes, Louise?" asked Miss Renton.

"Yes but only on women not on me," he said still sullenly in reply.

"I have a feeling you will change your mind quite soon," she said as though she had something or some plan on her mind.

In a few minutes he stood with only his corset and bloomers remaining. Miss Renton helped him strip off so that he was naked except for his corset. He modestly covered his private area but Miss Renton scolded him.

"There is no need to cover up, I lived on a farm with four brothers and your little thing doesn’t need to be covered up, now does it?" She asked.

"No I suppose not," he replied suddenly anxious to get into her good books again.

"Louise I would like you to drink this before I do your hair and I lace you into your sleeping corset. Your sleeping corset will not be so tightly laced and only I must remove it in the morning. Is that absolutely clear?"

"Yes it is and what is in this drink?" Lewis asked suspiciously sniffing the golden coloured brew.

"It is a sleeping draught designed to make you sleep Louise," he could feel Miss Renton becoming softer towards him. He decided that maybe having a good night’s sleep would help him get through this ordeal and that the women would relent in the morning. He swallowed the brew in one gulp.

Soon she helped him to change his clothing and got him ready for bed. His tight day corset was removed in favour of the less restrictive sleep corset. This did not cover so much of his body but still nipped in his waist tightly. She then helped him put on his satin nightdress to wear and the material was very soft to the touch.

She could see him move his hands over his waist and she smiled. "Do you like this Louise? It is satin, just one of the exotic materials we girls get to wear."

He was though, becoming very tired as the draught kicked in. He was helped into bed where he soon started to feel drowsy. Miss Renton tucking him in tightly with the thick quilt and sheets. He watched her leave the room and turn out the oil lamp with heavy eyes. He was soon fast asleep.

The next morning, his bladder very full, Lewis was woken by the sunlight streaming in through his open window and the two sources of pain that racked his body. He got up or at least tried to and then he felt the increased pressure and constriction of that sleeping corset that seemed to split him in two. He tried to rise but found that his now rigid torso would not allow it. He eased himself sideways, slowly and carefully putting down one leg and then the other onto the ground. Using the bedpost and the bedside table for support, he lifted himself up onto two legs.

On returning from his toilet, he noticed that both his ankles and his calf muscles were hurting and it suddenly made sense to walk on tiptoe back into his room. He put his hands to his waist and tried to move the garment about but it was tightly tied He then tried to find the laces. He found them but no amount of tugging or pulling would loosen them.

He reached behind himself in a bid to loosen the knots but they proved impossible to reach or undo. He tried looking backwards into the mirror and saw that they had been well tied in several complicated knots. Then he remembered a sharp looking letter opener and a pair of embroidery scissors on the dressing table and decided that he would be able to find what he needed.

He felt the pain in his sides and ribs and slowly shuffled over to the dressing table and quickly slashed the laces. The pressure relief was instantaneous and he was able to draw a welcome deep regular breath for the first time in nearly 12 hours.

Then a new pain hit him. He sagged back towards the bed at the waves of pain from his expanding rib cage and his waist assaulted his brain all at once. He managed somehow to get back into the bed and fell fast asleep with the discarded corset now down on the floor beside the bed.

 

 

CHAPTER 5 - A Trip to the Town

 

A few hours later, he was woken by the presence of his friend Helen who looked into his blinking eyes. "How are you feeling this morning, Lewis?" she asked.

At that Lewis moved forward and they embraced. Helen realising suddenly that his corset was missing, said, "Lewis what have you done, your Aunt and Miss Renton are due here at any moment."

"I cut the laces, was that so wrong?" He asked. "I had to get out of that thing it was cutting me in half."

"Yes but that is going to make them very angry indeed. Quickly try and get up we have to get you dressed."

Lewis tried to rise but found the pain in his waist was still unbearable. "I can’t," he said. "My stomach feels on fire."

"Where did you put your corset?" she asked now desperate to save her charge from further punishment.

"It’s still under the bed I think," he replied.

She retrieved it just in time to find both stiffly attired women walk into the room. Aunt Roberta had on her usual black dress and her severe hairstyle, while Miss Renton had produced a lovely dark red morning dress to match her longer tresses. She looked radiantly happy on entering but that mood quickly changed on noticing the damaged corset in Helen’s hands.

"What has happened?" she asked as she rushed over to inspect the damaged item.

"I’m sorry ma’am, Miss Louise removed it herself during the night," said Helen unhappy about reporting such facts to the two female tyrants.

"Just who do you think you are?" shouted Miss Renton at Lewis.

"I’m Master Lewis Hamilton," said Lewis quietly, calmly and confidently. Inside he felt pure terror mount inside him.

This threw Miss Renton into an uncontrollable rage that Lewis knew would leave him worse off then ever before.

"You are no longer Lewis, you are called Louise now and I expect you to remember that. Why did you take your corset off? You were expressly forbidden to do so."

"I was in such pain, I couldn’t sleep," said Lewis hoping that would gain some much needed sympathy. It didn’t work because, Miss Renton walked over to a drawer and pulled out a longer and more sinister corset that was dark red in colour.

"You will be sorry, Louise, get up please, here Helen help me with this." She said as she approached the bed.

Lewis slowly rose and this new corset was attached around his tortured torso again. This item was fiendishly simple and it went from his chest down past his hips. Soon the lacing began and Lewis was instructed to hold still while the laces were tied off. Finally three small padlocks were inserted and clicked shut.

"There now, there is no escaping from this corset and you will have to wear it for at least the next 24 hours."

Lewis looked at his tight waist now at 22" and tried to catch his breath but the constriction on his rib cage was causing him real problems.

"Please I feel very faint can I sit down?" asked Lewis still unwisely hoping for sympathy.

None came as he looked at Miss Renton’s constricted waist and the high, full bust that couldn’t possibly be natural. Her steel rigidity suggested there was something preventing her from bending even a little.

Now Lewis observed that he could see vertical lines of stitching and boning through the thin tight fabric of his Aunt’s bodice. He could just hear a faint creaking in rhythm with the rise and fall of her rapid breathing. It looked extremely uncomfortable, exactly the thing he had wanted to avoid when he refused to lace.

"You can try Louise but you will find it difficult. You will find that there is no give at all in that garment and you will have to sit carefully if you can manage it all," Miss Renton said suddenly less angry.

"Why do I have to wear this? It’s simply not comfortable. Are you comfortable Aunt?" He asked trying to catch his breath after the exertion of speaking.

"Of course I’m not comfortable," Aunt Roberta said contemptuously. "That is not the point. The point is that every young lady has a duty to look her best and since you are a young lady now, then corset wearing is a necessary requirement. If a young lady starts at the right time and applies herself properly, or if her family make her apply herself, she can achieve marvellous results. You are just the right age to start achieving a really good figure."

Lewis was too bewildered and stunned to say anything for a moment. When he had recovered his composure he said "But, Aunt Roberta I am not a girl or a young lady. I’m very sorry, but I don’t want to wear a corset, and I most certainly don’t want to tight-lace! I am a boy remember."

Aunt Roberta turned around and set off for the room door with those rapid tiny steps, every line of her legs coming clear as each one strained against the fabric of the long tight skirt.

On reaching the door, she looked back and she said, "What you want or don’t want is quite immaterial, child. I am your guardian and until you reach twenty-one you will have to follow my instructions. From now on you will learn to deport yourself as a young girl. In my eyes you are no longer a boy. Come with me Helen."

She opened the door and vanished into the hall. Lewis looked round at Helen, who had been listening from a respectful distance throughout the conversation. The maid shrugged her shoulders and left. He then looked at Miss Renton who looked determined to take his feminisation as far as possible and she already had his clothes for the day in her arms.

"Now come here Louise," she said.

Lewis reluctantly moved back towards her again on tiptoe, Miss Renton commenting, "look your new shoes are already changing the way you walk, how delightful."

Soon Lewis was covered in a new cream coloured dress that came below his ankles. It was edged in attractive red piping and had a slight bustle at the rear to accentuate his bottom. He was taken to his dressing table and sitting on the edge of the chair, Miss Renton decided that his hair needed some fresh styling work. Expertly his hair was well brushed, curled and pinned up. She turned her attention to his eyebrows again and plucked until he was missing all of the long hairs. Their shape had also been changed with the formation of a now distinct high tapered arch.

Finally a small pretty matching hat belonging to his Aunt with small plumes and feathers was pinned onto his hair. The thin net veil was drawn down over his face. He could smell his Aunt’s sweet perfume as the veil was drawn over his chin.

	Louise is made ready to go out with Aunt Roberta's hat

On his hands a pair of tight light-brown thin leather gloves were fitted and these went up over his wrists to meet the tight dress material on each forearm.

Finally his boots from the previous night were laced up and he was helped up onto his feet again. Before breakfast Lewis was drilled in how to walk, how to stand and how to turn. He was made to practice again and again until Miss Renton was satisfied.

At around 9:30 the pair went into breakfast where Lewis ate some porridge and was given more of the herbal tea to drink. For the next hour, he was given instruction on how to go up and downstairs and he was soon to learn that the hem of his skirts should be picked up or else he would end up at the bottom in a disorganised heap.

After 11:00 his Aunt arrived at the top of the stairs. She wore her coat and she walked gracefully past him. He watched with his bottom jaw open watching as she floated down the stairs.

"Louise, it is most unladylike to stare."

"I am sorry Aunt Roberta, you look so graceful walking down the stairs," he said.

"Let’s get moving we have the carriage waiting for us outside," she replied.

Both he and Miss Renton collected their cloaks from the two servants in the hall and walked briskly towards the door. Lewis noted with some pleasure that he could walk a little faster than his governess could because of his much less restrictive skirt.

They walked into the morning sunlight and then descended the long stone staircase to the gravel drive. Lewis daintily holding the hem of his skirts carefully high just as he had just been taught. The footman helped all three ladies into the carriage and the driver wasted no time in getting underway. The resulting jolt caught Lewis unawares and he was sent sprawling, his legs flying through the air. He grasped his waist from the shock that this sudden start had placed on his torso.

"I am so sorry Aunt, I was not expecting that and I am not used to sitting like a woman," he explained after smoothing down his skirts and hoping that his Aunt would not lose her temper again.

"Yes you will find it somewhat different," She replied suddenly smiling at the boy’s misfortune and expression of seemingly genuine expression of regret. "You will find that you must sit erect and not slouch back, you must learn to hold on tightly in a coach too."

The rest of the journey proved uneventful and as the clock sounded noon they found themselves in centre of the local market town. In the high street there was a small collection of shops with the bootmaker and the dressmaker conveniently located side by side. The carriage stopped and Lewis had to restrain himself to avoid jumping down on to the ground. He was reminded by Miss Renton that he had to wait now for the driver to attend to their dismounting from the carriage. He waited patiently and was quickly escorted down the folding steps first onto the flagstone pavement.

As he turned to watch both the other women dismount, he felt that everybody’s eyes were on him and he suddenly felt very self-conscious. It was a breezy day with a slight chill in the air and Lewis could feel the cool air blowing between his legs.

Soon they were inside the bootmaker’s shop. His Aunt was obviously a favoured customer because the shop owner immediately came over and started showing her the latest fashionable styles.

"I don’t need anything myself," she said. "But I do need several pairs for my niece here."

"Yes Miss Hamilton, I will just measure her foot if I may," he said.

Lewis sat on the hard wooden bench and the man quickly took off his tightly laced up boot. He then took out a tape measure and pronounced that he had several styles available in Lewis’s size. The first pair was a brown leather boot not unlike the pair he had been wearing except that the laces went from his toes to half way up the middle of his shin. They also had a pointed heel again about two inches high.

Lewis watched in disbelief as he laced up the soft leather boots. He could feel his foot being compressed though, as the laces were done up and then tied around his legs. The man helped the pretend girl onto his feet and he was at once very unsteady. The thinner heels making walking a much more difficult activity.

Eventually, Lewis walked slowly up and down the shop. He could feel his toes begin to hurt and the lack of ankle movement both combined to make walking very painful.

"Lift your hem Louise, let me have a good look at your new boots," said his Aunt.

The young boy dutifully obliged and she then asked, "How do they feel?"

"Very tight and very uncomfortable," said Lewis now beginning to suffer from sharp pains across his toes.

"Good, we will take those then," she responded. Lewis gave a look of despair at the ceiling, a gesture not unnoticed by Miss Renton.

"Thank you Miss Hamilton," said the shopkeeper.

The next pair he brought were again the latest high heel shoes. Again with a pointed toe and a 3" heel, these were much more like slippers than shoes.

"These are based on the latest evening wear from Paris," said the shopkeeper opening the box. He withdrew a little to let both women see the shoes on Lewis’s feet. Lewis relieved to have the tight-laced boots removed was surprised how comfortable the slippers felt until he stood up.

He tried to walk but found the pressure on his feet almost unbearable and his ankles now at a more pronounced angle really began to hurt. He was forced to take very small steps to retain his balance while turning at the end of the shop required a steadying hand against the wall. Obviously in some discomfort he approached the seat and he was then directed to go around again by his Aunt.

On returning a second time, he was asked to sit by his Aunt who was looking quite pleased. "We will take this pair too, wrap the boots, Louise will wear these home now."

Lewis gave a pained expression but could say nothing against the proposal of his Aunt. They watched as his governess chose a pair of brown lace boots similar to his but which went to just above her ankle.

The shoes paid for, the three ladies taking their packages departed and headed for the dressmakers next door. They entered and were soon looking at rolls and rolls of material of lace and coloured satins. Aunt Roberta deciding that a new lemon coloured satin dress would suit Miss Louise perfectly. She picked up some dress patterns and chose a new full-length style with a tight skirt and an attractive ribbon decorated bustle. The dress also featured a tight neck with a high collar that would come up to the chin of the wearer. There were ruffled sleeves on the shoulder tapering to tight-buttoned cuffs at the wrist. The pattern also called for a 20" waist, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Lewis.

"Can you send over Bertha to take measurements with which to make the dress?" asked his Aunt.

"Yes she can come over later today and start, Miss Hamilton," the shopkeeper exclaimed.

"No in a few days time would be perfectly reasonable," said Aunt Roberta. "Oh and I would also like three pairs of elbow length gloves please," she added. "Do you have them in black?"

"Yes, Miss Hamilton," said the shopkeeper rushing off to find the box that held them.

"Very nice," said Aunt Roberta when she had looked at them closely. "Could you please add them to my account."

"Yes, right away."

The three headed out of the door and walked along the sunlit street to the tea shop where they were soon served with teas and fruit scones. They ate a little of the delicacies and drank the tea. Soon Lewis was beginning to get a build-up in his bladder.

"Aunt I really need to go to the toilet," Lewis whispered.

"Yes my dear you may go and attend to it, do you need any assistance?"

"No Aunt Roberta," said Lewis who was relieved to be out of their sight for a minute or so.

He entered the water closet and closed the door. Breathing a sigh of relief he tried to pull up his dress and found that it would be easier to sit as a girl than try to stand on these heels he now wore. Sitting though didn’t come any easier either because of his corset and he was soon having difficulty directing a flow of urine into the bowl.

The result was that the inside of his dress was spattered with liquid and he had problems getting back on his feet again. His feet began to throb from the unnatural position they were forced into.

Fluffing down his dress, the boy felt the wet patches against his skin and groaned as the stiff corset bit into the loose skin in his back.

"God how do I get out of this?" He muttered making a futile gesture at his waist in a bid to relieve the pressure. He knew he would have to improve his behaviour to get out of this hated corset. He decided that he would try and be as helpful and as pleasant to the women as he could now. He also wondered if he would still be attractive to Helen dressed like this. He had come close to seducing a couple of times in his cabin on the long voyage home.

On returning to his seat the two women chatted away about the unseasonable weather and then spotted a friend and a younger companion coming into the shop. As they came over, Lewis was attracted to the girl and rose naturally to allow her to take his seat. His sudden move was met by a violent kick on the leg from Miss Renton that told him that on no account must he move.

They were all formally introduced with the lady, Marjorie Kynoch and her daughter Rosemary sitting next to the forlorn Lewis. He felt attracted to Rosemary who he learned was just a few months older than he was. He also learned that they lived some 10 miles east of their house and the older women had been friends for many years. He found out that Rosemary was enjoying the last few weeks of her summer holidays before returning back to boarding school in England.

"I wonder if we could be friends until you leave?" he asked as softly as he could.

"I would love that," she replied after learning that he had just arrived from India. The girl quizzed him on all the latest fashions and whether the Indian girls wore corsets with their saris.

"I never wore one until I came here a few days ago, they take some getting used to," said Lewis futilely pressing his waist with both hands.

"You poor thing, my mother has just been measuring me up for my own ones today and I hope to start wearing them soon. I’ve heard that it’s hard to begin with," she declared pointing to her still trim 24" inch waist.

"My Aunt has intentions on getting me down even tighter than this," he said with a weak smile. "She has also purchased me some new shoes, with very high heels. I am not used to such footwear and they pinch my feet terribly."

"Can I see," she lisped.

"Yes," he said and Lewis reached down and with some difficulty removed the shoe from his foot.

Keeping the item below the table, Rosemary exclaimed, "I wish my mother would buy me a pair of shoes like that, you are so lucky."

Lewis felt the exact opposite but smiled and agreed much to the delight of Miss Renton who was listening to the conversation.

Rosemary continued. "You really must come and stay the night with us."

Lewis thinking that might be a good way out of escaping his Aunt’s clutches suddenly agreed and asked Miss Renton if that might be possible. She whispered back that she would discuss the matter with his Aunt but added there would need to be a marked improvement in his behaviour first.

"If you make progress and learn to behave, we will see," she said as they returned in the carriage to the Hamilton family home.

When they arrived, Lewis waited patiently until the other two ladies hampered by their skirts disembarked first and the house footmen carried all the packages into the house. The coachman helped Lewis disembark and he struggled in his new shoes to go up the stairs without the throb in his feet being transmitted up his legs.

When they entered the house several servants attended to them taking the lady’s hats, gloves and cloaks. That allowed the ladies to go upstairs to their private apartments unhindered. Lewis now confined to small mincing step was told to go to his room to freshen up and to report to his Aunt’s room in 15 minutes.

He did as he was told. On reaching the comfort and privacy of his room, he immediately kicked off his new shoes and started rubbing his aching feet through the stockings. His corset made that difficult but not impossible. After five minutes, Helen arrived with his new boots and gloves and began putting them away. She sorted through his clothes in the wardrobe.

"You have lots of fine clothes to go with this new footwear, you are such a lucky girl, Louise," she smiled at him.

"Oh no not you as well," he groaned at her as he tried to lay back and ease the discomfort he felt in his waist. "You know my name is Lewis. Not you too!"

"Just teasing," she said, "though you are becoming a very pretty and presentable creature."

"I don’t want all this prettiness I just want to go back to being a boy," he said with despair.

"I told you, your Aunt was strict but I had no idea she would resort to this type of punishment," she replied.

"Helen, what on earth am I to do?" He cried with real sorrow and Helen put a hand on Lewis’s shoulder.

"There’s really only one thing you can do," she said. "You have to obey her. You’re her responsibility now under the law, and there’s very little you can do to change it because there’s really nobody else who might take you on. I would suggest that you make more effort to be as good as possible and to obey each command as best you can."

From outside in the hall Aunt Roberta shouted, "Louise! Are you coming girl or are you going to stay in there gossiping with the servants?"

"I’m coming, Aunt!" he cried back.

As he hurried outside to the hall, Helen said behind him, "don’t worry too much, Lewis. I’m sure that she wants to get rid of you so she can continue her cosy relationship with Miss Renton."

"I’ll look forward to that day," Lewis said under his breath as they came into the main hall. "I look forward to it!"

Aunt Roberta kept her word about starting at once as they moved into the main living room. "Now we must get to work. I noticed that your movements and mannerisms and were sloppy today and we must take some steps to stop you becoming recognised. Sit here."

Lewis sat. "Most unladylike Louise!" Aunt Roberta exclaimed. "You should not lean to the right or left when you stand up or sit, hold yourself straight pull your shoulders back, and do it slowly. Try again and this time put your hands under you as you sit to stop your pretty dress becoming ruffled."

Lewis tried again and again, his ribcage groaning under the confines of the hated corset.

"That’s a little better," his Aunt grudgingly admitted, "but it’s still not good enough now we will have to see you walking."

Lewis still wearing his new high-heeled slippers walked slowly up and down the long living room.

Aunt Roberta groaned, "I’ve never seen anything less ladylike in my life! Even the servants walk better than you do! You are going to need some lessons. Even as a boy, you couldn’t walk with dignity, and now as a lady you will have to learn to walk with elegance. Walk slowly, turn your toes in, move your hips more, and take much, much smaller steps!" Lewis, tried to follow them, but only succeeded in making himself look strange and nearly fell.

"You are quite hopeless," his Aunt said with authority, and rang the bell for a maid. "A new longer dress with a fishtail skirt will help. In the meantime, you won’t be going anywhere until you have much improved. You must walk around the room with a book on your head: until you make one complete circuit of the room without dropping or touching the book. Helen!"

She spoke to the maid who was told to take Lewis back to his room and to find a full length slim skirt. Lewis continued to mince out of the door and along the corridor back to his room. When Helen was inside he closed the door and then put his arms around her thin waist. He then kissed her softly on the lips.

"Louise, we mustn’t you are just a baby. We can’t do this," she said responding to his kisses. Soon the pair of them were walking closely together over to the bed. The pretty maid continued to work on her charge but mainly to remove his garments.

"Call me Lewis, I may look like a girl but I am still all man enough for you," he laughed.

Helen liked to see him so happy, kissed him again and then helped him undress from his shoes, stockings and day dress. Soon all he had on was his tight lingerie. She grabbed his erect penis and started rubbing up and down his small shaft. Within seconds he was coming all over her hands in a wonderful release of cum.

"Helen, thank you so much, I need to repay you for that," he said.

"No payment is necessary, it just proves that you are somebody special. Come we must get you dressed for dinner in accordance with your Aunt Roberta’s instructions," she said as she attached six garters to the bottom of the corset. Then she pulled up a pair of dark cotton stockings up his legs and attached the tops of each of the garters.

A pair of silk pantaloons were pulled up his legs and he felt the frills and small ribbons down each leg. Around his waist she tied a small padded bustle. He was going to ask why but he knew the answer would follow soon enough.

A full series of tight underskirts went on next with the crowning glory a full cream coloured evening dress with red edging at the skirt bottom. This skirt was so much tighter around his legs and walking in this creation was going to take some real effort. His new high heel evening slippers were again placed on his feet and Helen helped him onto his toes by taking both his outstretched hands.

"Helen this is impossible, how can I be expected to walk in this?" he asked pointing to his body.

"Hush, I have to do your hair now," she took his hand and he shuffled over to the large dressing table. She carefully brushed his hair to avoid losing his curls and tied some red ribbon bows on either side. She used hair grips to tie everything in place and Lewis was stunned when he saw the effect that had been created.

"You look just like a woman, Louise," she said looking at him in the large glass mirror.

"I may look like a girl but I am still a boy under all this," said Lewis with some bitterness in his voice.

"Your Aunt also said that you can wear some cosmetics tonight and I have some rouge and face paint for you," she said.

The rouge made his cheeks rosy red and gave him a healthy glow, she applied a little colour to his lips and trimmed his eyebrows much to his consternation. She attached a pair of clip on cameo earrings to his ear lobes to match a larger cameo brooch she pinned under his chin.

"Now you are ready, here is your fan," Helen said.

"I don’t want a fan," he said. "Why do I need a fan?"

"Because there will be some male company tonight and you should look as demure and mysterious as possible," Helen declared.

"Men here tonight! I can’t go dressed like this, I’ll be a laughing stock," he cried looking worried.

"Hush Louise, look at yourself and tell me what you see, do you see a boy?"

"No," he replied.

"Do you see a boy dressed as a girl?"

"No," he replied.

"Do you see a pretty young girl then?"

"Yes, I am pretty but I don’t want to be," he replied honestly.

"Look on it as a game of deception, they see before them a girl, only a few people know that Louise is in fact a boy. All the servants think that you were too much like a tom boy when you arrived, Lewis. Even dressed as a boy, you looked quite feminine in appearance with that long hair, high pitched voice and soft face. They know that your Aunt is training you to be more ladylike. Perhaps you might decide to become an actor after all this is over," she said smiling.

"Certainly not an actress," he said. "I am ready."

"Let me help you up," she offered her arm and he was soon teetering on those high heeled shoes again. They still hurt his feet but he was becoming used to that now. What he still wasn’t prepared for was the constriction of the skirt. He found himself wanting to trip as he walked.

"No you will have to take even smaller steps now. You don’t have the experience to walk to the maximum allowed by the dress, you must always walk within that distance," she advised and then proceeded to instruct him.

"I see, so I shouldn’t stride so far?" He asked suddenly anxious to avoid the embarrassment of falling flat on his face.

"Try it and see, I will walk beside you," she said.

"All right," he replied. He set off and soon found that he was more in control but that his progress across the room was painfully slow. "This is maddening having to walk so slowly," he commented when they reached the door. "I must be moving six inches and no more with each step."

"Yes I know but you will become used to it," she replied. "It should be done gracefully and slowly. A lady never hurries."

"I do not ever want to become used to this, I want to be a boy again," he replied.

"Louise, you must stop that at once. Now take my arm and I will help you to the dining room, here take your fan and your shawl," said Helen still with some sympathy in her voice.

Lewis turned and caught her by surprise with a large kiss on her mouth. She stood back and said, "do not do that again."

"Why not I love you dearly," he replied. "Will you come to my room later?"

"No I cannot it would not be good for you or me," she replied.

Soon they were entering the large dining room and Lewis was shocked when he noticed two men standing next to a blazing log fire. They quickly strode forward and waited until he proffered his gloved hand to them where upon they kissed his fingers. Lewis was taken aback by that but also secretly excited. They introduced themselves as the Doctor Alasdair Jones, the local doctor and the Reverend James Wright, the local parish minister and that they were pleased to make her acquaintance.

Lewis noted that the doctor was in his mid thirties and looked quite handsome. He was clean shaven and did not sport any fashionable beard or moustache though his hair was well cut in the severe fashion of the time. The cut of his suit suggested that he had some wealth behind him.

The minister on the other hand was in his later years. He wore his ministerial garments complete with dog collar, breaches and a long black coat. He had long bushy sideburns and his short hair was grey.

Lewis started to feel nervous that he would be detected when in came his governess Miss Renton. She was dressed in a beautiful purple evening gown and she radiated femininity at the two men. Her ornate bodice sparkled in the bright candles as she clutched her open fan in her right hand.

Soon the four of them were standing by the fire waiting for the entrance of Aunt Roberta who strode into the room looking extremely pleased with herself some ten minutes early

"Gentlemen, I am so sorry to have kept you waiting, thank you for coming I hope these two lovely ladies have kept you well occupied," she said.

‘Gone was the austere uncaring image of the past few days,’ thought Lewis. It had been replaced by a more radiant Roberta who looked vibrant and happy.

"Yes Miss Roberta, they have indeed, Miss Louise tells me she has just moved here to stay with you," said the minister.

"Her parents died several months ago in a dreadful illness and as I am her next of kin, Louise will have to spend the remainder of her childhood here with us. Already as you can see, she is no longer a child but is becoming rather, a very pretty young lady," said Aunt Roberta smiling at the direction of Lewis.

"Yes I see that, I agree she is a very pretty young woman now," replied the minister looking at Lewis who was fluttering his fan.

"Fortunately there are not to many opportunities to meet with the young men around here," said Aunt Roberta. "Although I hope that she will have the chance to meet some when she attends church for the first time on Sunday."

"Will Louise, be schooled locally," asked the doctor looking at her carefully. Lewis was hiding his face slightly with his fan and cooling himself against the ferocious heat of the log fire.

"No Jane here will act as her tutor during her time with us, she is a fully qualified teacher and is experienced in a number of female disciplines such as cooking, embroidery and knitting." Aunt Roberta replied. Lewis winced. "She is also an expert horse woman, and we hope to school Louise in the finer points of horse control."

"We came by carriage today, but perhaps we might ride out over your grounds one day soon," said Doctor Jones who was still single and obviously very attracted to the young Louise.

"I would like that," said Lewis from behind his fan after receiving a disapproving look from Aunt Roberta.

"She needs some lessons yet but hopefully you might be able to guide her towards taking part in one of the local hunts, Doctor Jones," said Roberta. "I have just purchased some new saddles and they need to be used regularly to keep the leather subtle."

"Of course you ladies will be riding sidesaddle or aside, wont you?" Asked the minister with a smile.

"No lady would dream of riding any other way," Aunt Roberta said in reply.

At that point the butler entered and indicated that the dinner was ready to be served. Aunt Roberta led the small party with Miss Renton taking the ministers’ arm while Doctor Jones assisted Lewis through to the large 20-place dining room. Lewis thought, ‘I hope that I don’t stumble now.’

A group of servants controlled by the butler quickly served the meal and soon the conversation was flowing between the two men and the two older women. Though not fully involved in the conversation, Lewis was brought into the discussion from time to time when the subject of ladies fashions were considered

The food was excellent but in keeping with his new station, Lewis could not eat all of the roast chicken, sprouts and potatoes on his plate. He could only look on like the other two women as both men wolfed down their meals.

After the meal, the party retired to the library where some sherry and port were drunk. Lewis had to be content with a little lemonade. Though he was thankful to be able to remove the bitter taste of that herbal drink they insisted he take. He noticed how oddly the doctor looked at him as he drank the remedy.

The night was over and Lewis was escorted slowly along the corridor towards his bedroom. Once inside he kicked off his painful high heel shoes but try as he might he just could not reach the fastenings on the rear of his tight dress. Having worn his corset for over 12 hours it was crushing him now and he could only dream about its removal from his body. However none of that would happen if a maid didn’t come in to get him out of his dress.

He tried to sit back in the lounge chair beside his bed but his bustle at his rear prevented any chance of any comfortable relaxation. He had to sit bolt upright and so he decided to retrieve his shoes. He put them back on and waited demurely until a maid came into the room. He sat on the edge of the chair and suddenly found that he was growing hard inside his skirts. The reason was simple he had caught sight of himself in the dressing table mirror. His hands were on his lap in front of him clasped together and he looked so demure and feminine.

He could not believe it but he was staring at a beautiful girl. He was dressed in the high fashion of the era and he was incredibly excited with what he saw. His reverie was suddenly broken when Helen knocked and came into the room.

She helped him remove his outer garments and led him still wearing his corset and shoes towards the bathroom. His penis remained embarrassingly erect and Helen thought that his turn-on was for her and not for the garments he’d been forced to wear.

"Lewis, I should be flattered," she said as she sponged him down beside the sink, "do you want me to relieve you of your little problem?"

"Yes." He simply stated.

"Come then," she said softly and the pair went through to the bed.

He managed to lie down on the bed and she took off her knickers and lay down beside him. She stroked his erection with her hands and teased his nipples. He was keen to kiss her and did so. Soon their tongues were sharing the same mouth. His mouth.

Obviously keen to work fast, Helen mounted the boy’s strong erection and lowered herself slowly until she was fully aboard. He moved slightly and she sat back with her legs bent beneath her.

Just then, there was a noise at the door and both were startled to see his Aunt Roberta enter. They froze like startled rabbits caught in the lights of powerful lantern.

"Just what is the meaning of this behaviour?" she shouted.

 

 

CHAPTER 6 - The Training Continues

 

Lewis didn’t sleep well that night; his Aunt had left him in bed with his ears ringing. Helen his only friend in the world had been instantly banished from the room and he presumed that she would be dismissed his Aunt’s service.

His Aunt and Miss Renton who’d heard his Aunt’s scream had announced that he would be severely punished for the intimacy with Helen. She just told him he would find out soon enough what his punishment would be. The only clue given to him was that it would be appropriate.

His corset didn’t help his attempt to sleep, it cut into his torso and no matter what he did he could not stop trying to find a satisfactory position to lie in. It was catching his skin at each end, on his rib cage and again on his rear. The small padlocks could be felt on his back and he couldn’t sleep on his side.

He was also very worried about what the future might bring. He was suddenly worried that he might be beginning to like the prospect of dressing up in female clothes. He hated the way his Aunt and Miss Renton had been treating him since his arrival. He desperately wanted his manhood back.

Time and time again he went over in his mind his predicament and there seemed no way out of it. He was slowly being feminised and he didn’t have the strength or the ability to stop it. He was sure of one thing his display of manly sexual ability the previous night would not go unpunished. He was also sure that he was going to be severely punished.

As dawn broke, he got up and padded over to the bathroom wearing his heels to save the pressure on his still sore calf muscles. He also found it slightly easier to sit but only because he was becoming used to the relentless pressure of this garment that circled his body from his hips to above his chest.

On returning to bed, Lewis found it easier to get to sleep this time and was fast asleep when his Aunt’s maid Mary came into help him dress. When she found him a little reluctant to rise, she went to fetch another girl and they proceeded to help him out of bed. On rising from the bed they saw that he wore nothing but his corset and a pair of bloomers that helped conceal his sex.

He blinked his eyes, and saw the two maids standing beside him trying to help him onto his two feet. Mary was at least a couple of inches taller than Lewis. She wore the regulation maid’s uniform of long black dress and starched white apron and frilly cap and had a strong Cockney accent. Her waist was thin. At least 20" and no more thought Lewis; her hair had been piled up on her head and was pinned up with that cap. In contrast the other maid called Georgina with small and stocky being no more than five feet 2 inches.

"Your Aunt says that we can remove your corset now, Miss Louise," said Mary.

Lewis lightened up on hearing the welcome news. "Really? How marvellous."

In reply the Mary, said, "Yes but she insists that you wear your usual corset to 22" now, and she has decided that you will wear the longer dresses in that wardrobe." Mary pointed to the large wardrobe in the corner that contained more adult items.

"Oh no," said Lewis under his breath.

He was trapped and he knew it, no male clothes, no shoes, and no relief from the blinding pressure surrounding his waist.

The maid undid the three small padlocks and slowly eased the laces on the long corset slightly. When the garment fell away, Lewis realised that he must have become adjusted to the constriction because he did not feel the same pain that usually occurred when he was released.

She quickly removed the garment and placed a cream satin coloured corset over his waist. Then Mary and Georgina started tightening the laces with Lewis holding on to a corner of the four poster bed.

"Hold still while I measure you," said Mary. "Oh good 23" just a little more Louise."

"Oh no! That’s too much I can’t breathe as it is," cried Lewis straining visibly.

"Come on child, raise your arms up here," said Mary and he reluctantly raised his arms to hold on to the bed post above his head

With some effort they managed to draw in a little more and she tied off the laces. The effect of this corset that went to above his hips to just below his nipples was to spread what little fat he had upwards and downwards giving the semblance of a small cleavage and wider hips. As Lewis dropped his arms he struggled for breath and started to panic. He felt faint as Mary tied the laces tightly behind his back.

Mary started to tighten Lewis's corset

"I can't breathe," he said still panicking and seemingly unable to take in any air.

"Take smaller breaths, blow out like this and raise your arms again," said Mary who showed him what to do. She panted just like a woman in labour.

"Thanks, it’s better now," he replied with his arms still above his head.

"Sit here," said Mary pointing to the side of the bed. Lewis gingerly sat down still taking small panting breaths through his mouth.

Both maids now worked quickly and soon had him fitted with garters and stockings, a full-length satin petticoat and a new dress from an impressive array held in the wardrobe. The dresses’ small fitted bustle stuck out from his rear and he found it difficult to sit when the girls started to do up his hair and face. He put his hands against his waist and could feel no give at all in the material. He was like a beetle or a crab with soft inner covered with a hard rigid outer shell.

They fitted black fingerless lace gloves over his hands and tied a matching lace choker tightly around his neck, the lace cutting into his chin and maintaining an erect stance in his head. They brushed his still curly hair and pinned it up and back onto his head. Out of the side of his eyes he then saw something that made him fear what was going to happen next.

Using a small piece of wood, Georgina was holding something that looked like a long darning needle in the flame of a methylated spirits burner. His suspicions were quickly confirmed as they first pierced his left ear lobe with the red-hot needle.

"Owh," yelled Lewis as the needle went through sealing and cauterising the wound. "What are you doing?" He asked trying to put up a hand in defence.

"Keep your hands down, we are just piercing your ears as your Aunt has ordered, so hold still while we do the other one," she replied.

"No I don’t want that," cried Lewis who put his hand up to his ear to protect it.

"Come on don’t be a baby, every girl has their ears pierced nowadays," she said. "Look even us," she added showing Lewis her own small gold studs that decorated her ears.

His reluctance continued and both girls needed to pull his hand away from his ear. He relented and once gain felt the searing and smell of burning flesh in his nostrils. Then he could feel the tug on his earlobes as the needle was withdrawn to be followed by the insertion of two large pendant earrings that were then screwed behind his ear. He looked in the mirror and moved his head and could see them dangling against his neck, shining like stars against his white covered neck.

"Your Aunt insists that you wear earrings at all times now," Mary said.

They tied on ornaments into his hair including some small flowers and then they finally applied a little rouge and powder to his face and some oil to his dry lips.

"Come your Aunt is expecting you for breakfast," Mary added.

Aunt Roberta looked unhappy at his appearance, "You’re late for breakfast, so you will just have some herbal tea this morning. It will improve your figure if you do not eat so much."

Lewis’s jaw cracked when he yawned nervously. "I’m sorry I’m late.

"Most unladylike Louise, cover your mouth with your hand or your fan when you yawn in my presence. In future you’ll rise like the rest of us and go for breakfast at the same time. As you can see Miss Renton and I have already had our breakfast."

He could see the remains of two small kippers on their plates.

"Yes Aunt, I see that," he said.

"Along with every other misdemeanour you have committed since you arrived here, you are sorely trying my patience."

Lewis sighed. "I’m am truly sorry for what happened last night, Aunt. May I ask what has become of Helen?"

"She has been punished for what happened." His Aunt replied.

"How? What have you done to her?" Asked Lewis worried that she may have come to harm.

"She has been sent to work in the kitchens for a month and I have asked that she be given the lowest job in the kitchens. If she fails to abide by my rules again she will be instantly dismissed." His Aunt said now visibly holding the hand of Miss Renton.

Lewis took some consolation that his beloved Helen was still close but now he had no one turn to when the screw would be turned again on his diminishing manhood. He sat as gracefully as he could, but as a boy, he had no idea how to cope with the restriction in his skirts and how to use his hands to ensure that he didn’t just plop down on the red upholstered seat.

"Oh no! Do that again," his Aunt commanded. "This time place your hands under your skirts and sit down slowly. Use your legs to control your descent into the chair."

"Yes Aunt," his face flushed with straining against the tight corset.

He sat down again and although she made a remark about him requiring more feminine training, he was allowed to sit and again drink his bitter tasting herbal tea.

"Aunt Roberta, can I ask what is in this drink, it tastes and smells most bitter?" Lewis asked.

"It is special herbal tea prescribed by Doctor Jones. It is designed to eliminate the poisons that infest your body," said his Aunt. "It does not matter that it tastes unpleasant, you will be drinking nothing else from now on. The Doctor has prescribed this for you and I intend to see that you take it."

Lewis shuddered both at that last statement as much from the bitter aftertaste that invaded his mouth as the dark warm liquid was swallowed. Lewis grudgingly drank the cup and then asked to be excused.

"You may leave the table, Louise," said his Aunt. "Be here at 12:30 sharp or you will not get any lunch. Miss Renton will be taking you for classes this morning."

Lewis slowly rose. He carefully walked around the table and headed towards the door. He turned his head and was proved right when he observed two pairs of eyes had followed his every move out of the room. Outside, he walked much faster, at least as fast as the impossible tight dress allowed. He almost fell over a couple of times as he caught the hem with his high-heeled boots.

He remembered Helen’s previous instructions and picked up the hem of the skirt slightly with his hands and he took much smaller steps. He eventually entered his room and uncaringly plopped down on the dressing table chair. He put his hands in his head and cried. Real tears rolled down his painted face leaving impossible trails down his cheeks.

He shook his head and felt the long earrings strike the side of his neck. He took a lace handkerchief from inside the small bag attached to his wrist and dabbed his eyes gently. When he looked in the mirror he resolved that he was going to win this game he was being forced to play. His lessons would start in 15 minutes and Lewis was determined to be ready, he would try to accommodate their plans. More than anything else he just wanted to hold his dear Helen in his arms again.

He rose and went to do his toilet and found that he needed several minutes to lift his tight skirt and petticoat clear. He could not stand for fear of splashing the restrictive garment and sat on the water closet as he had done earlier.

His was just about to rise when Miss Renton entered. She said, "A lady never forgets to wipe herself when she has been seated on a water closet."

Holding his skirts in his hand, Lewis wiped his penis with a piece of toilet paper, and then adjusted himself to smooth everything back in place. He decided to ask Miss Renton a question that he knew would shock her and raised his hand as high as he could in the tight sleeves of the dress. She nodded her consent.

"Miss Renton, if I am to be forced to wear skirts all the time, I would like to learn how to move and act like a lady now. The last thing I want or need right now is for someone to recognise that I am a boy."

"So you have decided to act sensibly at last," she said lightening somewhat. "Well if you are serious let us get moving to the classroom."

Lewis decided to act normally and was soon directed on how to move about the classroom. He was told to walk in certain ways, putting one foot in front of another. He was told to walk down a line of chalk in the floor backwards and forwards. Up and down, up and down, although it was difficult at first, Lewis mastered the art of walking slowly and carefully.

She then asked Lewis to move in and out of some chairs in an effort to show how to change direction in tight skirts. He was also shown how to grasp the hem of his skirts for ascending stairs, and how to stand and be seated. He was instructed to sit erect and not slouch, an obvious trait made less difficult by that stiff corset. Then they went back to walking up and down, this time with Lewis wearing a book on his head as he moved slowly and gracefully along the long corridors.

Miss Renton then took out two long lengths of ribbon and tied them tightly around Lewis’s skirt at knee level and at mid thigh so that he was restrained to impossibly small steps. This he found very disturbing, but Miss Renton claimed it did wonders for his walk.

"That was much better Louise," said Miss Renton almost smiling as she removed the ribbons. "You will find that the latest London fashions will be even tighter than that dress and you must be able to enjoy a dance with a handsome man never mind walk."

Happy at being praised for once, Lewis had never thought about how he would react if a man held him in a dance. "Thank you, Miss Renton, may I sit now? My feet are beginning to smart from these tight boots," Lewis continued. It was nice to be praised, or at least not criticised, for a change.

"I have a better idea," she announced after looking out of the window. "Let us go for a stroll outside. The weather is splendid today and we have such beautiful gardens here. It seems a pity not to walk through them on a day such as this."

Despite the pain in his waist and feet, Lewis tried to be cheerful; he would have to stay on his feet a little longer. They descended the stairs and picked up a pair of parasols to keep the sun at bay.

"Come child," she indicated the way to a double ornate glass panel door overlooking the side garden and through which Lewis had gone on his sojourn outside the garden walls.

"Yes Miss Renton," he replied softly.

Escorted by Mary, the pair descended the steep stone steps carefully. Miss Renton explained the garden layout and then they set off on a slow stroll around the gardens. The gardens were mainly set to lawn but were surrounded by sweet smelling miniature box hedge. There were lavender and roses in abundance such that Mary was despatched back to the house to fetch a basket and some scissors so they could be picked.

Quickly she returned and Lewis was given the task of helping Miss Renton select the required blooms. Soon the basket was full to overflowing and still they carried on with their stroll. Lewis’s feet felt as if they were on fire! He couldn’t remove the source of the pain and he tried to maintain an even temper until Miss Renton continued walking away from the house when they reached a junction in the network of garden paths.

"Miss Renton, I fear my legs and feet are not used to this yet, may we please sit here in the shade a moment?" he asked in a demure a manner as possible.

"Yes that would be nice," she suddenly relaxed. "Mary, if you please, could you go to the house and bring a pitcher of lemonade and some glasses please. Remember to bring some of Miss Louise’s herbal remedy too."

"At once Miss Renton," she replied and she scurried off back the way they had come carrying the flowers.

"Today, I sense a big change of heart from you Louise. I know this will not be easy for you, but today you have impressed me greatly with your willingness to learn. That will not go unreported when I speak to your Aunt at lunch."

"Oh thank you Miss Renton, I have decided to try very hard today. I would like to amend my ways and to ask for forgiveness," he replied hoping they would stop this cruel punishment.

"Because you have been so good, we will do some flower arranging this afternoon and then we will see about starting your horse riding lessons. I must say that after last night I thought that wouldn’t have been possible but this morning you have shown some compliance. If you continue, you’ll find that apart from some discomfort you will find that life will be much more agreeable. I think that you are starting to behave like a respectable young lady now and not the impossible street urchin that you once were. Moving gracefully in a skirt like this is quite an art. You have to be skilful just to move at all."

The arrival of drinks stopped the conversation and Louise watched carefully as Miss Renton measured some green liquid from a blue glass stoppered medicine bottle into her glass. The lemonade was then poured on top and some small pieces of ice were added.

Anxiously waiting to be handed his drink, Lewis was thirsty from all the morning’s activities and needed no second bidding to take the glass from Miss Renton. She watched with a smile on her face as Lewis consciously took small sips despite his thirst.

"That is much better," he said smacking his lips from the bitterness and acidic tastes in his mouth.

They sat in the shade sipping their drinks until Miss Renton declared that they should continue their walk back to the house. Feeling rested, Lewis felt more comfortable as they passed the perfectly flat croquet lawn, the many varied flowering shrubs and ornamental trees.

Lewis decided to seize the initiative and caught his mentor’s attention. "Please Miss Renton, I have so enjoyed this morning in the garden with you. Would it be possible to have this afternoon’s lessons out of doors too?"

"I’m afraid not Louise, all your lessons will be with your Aunt. I have some personal matters to attend to and she has kindly agreed to teach you more in her apartment," said Miss Renton.

"Oh," was all poor Lewis could respond

They walked back into the house and Mary brought the flowers and several vases into the classroom.

"We have half an hour until lunch so we will make some flower arrangements for the dining room table now," said Miss Renton.

The vases were filled with water and Miss Renton showed Lewis how to cut each stem and place it correctly with regard to its neighbour. Soon they had three colourful displays with Lewis was strangely proud of his efforts and he hoped that his Aunt would be impressed.

With the help of Mary, each girl carried a vase display through to the dining room where they were placed on the table and beside the serving dishes. Miss Renton and Lewis waited patiently alongside the table. He moved from one foot to the other as the boots prevented any straightening of the severe angle of his feet.

Suddenly his Aunt rushed in quite excited. "How has the morning gone?" She asked impatiently.

"Very well," said Miss Renton. "There has been a change of attitude by Miss Louise today."

"Oh yes?" quizzed Roberta.

"Well Louise has not needed any punishment and her progress in walking and demeanour has been astonishing. We walked in the garden and picked some flowers and then arranged them, there you see the results of her craft in these vases."

"Splendid," cried Aunt Roberta, bent down to smell the fragrance of the roses and then added, "wonderful, I am impressed."

"I have news for you Louise, you remember the good Doctor Jones from the other night, well it seems that he is quite taken with you. He would like to teach you riding this afternoon and I will arrange that now I have Miss Renton’s report," his Aunt Roberta beamed.

"Thank you Aunt," said Lewis scared and thrilled at the same time that he would have male companionship again soon.

"He is willing to teach you how to ride side saddle, having helped his sister become a first class rider."

"I have never been on a horse before never mind side saddle," said Lewis.

"I will have Mary lay out some riding clothes for you to wear," said Aunt Roberta. "Let us have lunch and eat while it is still hot."

Lewis ate some of the home-grown courgette soup and politely refused some of the bread that he knew would leave him struggling to eat any more food. He was able to eat the full bowl of soup and he washed this down with more of his herbal remedy.

"No, Louise your table manners are still deplorable," said Miss Renton.

"What can I do to change things?" he asked determined to show his new interest.

"Take a small amount in each spoonful, do not fill the spoon to overflowing because you will run the risk of spilling some on your pretty embroidered bodice and skirts," she replied.

The main course was more difficult and Lewis found it difficult to eat more than a couple of pieces of stew and he left most his lunch on the plate. How he ate his food was seized upon again by Miss Renton.

"Make sure that you take smaller mouthfuls and make sure that it is well chewed before you swallow," she said softly to him. It was more like advice rather than as a command.

"Excuse me Aunt, I don’t like to waste food but I fear that I cannot eat any more," said Lewis quite frustrated at leaving the food.

"Your corset training will benefit from the reduced food intake, never fear," she replied.

He could see that his Aunt and Miss Renton were struggling to eat much of their lunch too. Miss Renton, seemingly quite content to sip small amounts of water in between small mouthfuls of food.

By half past one in the afternoon all three rose from the table. Lewis asked to be excused and was told to meet his Aunt in 15 minutes back in the classroom.

Lewis went back to his bedroom and found that a full riding costume was lying on the bed. There was a top hat with veil and full skirts that would enable side-saddle riding. Completing his toilet, Lewis went quickly back to the classroom and found himself alone.

He wandered over to the window and looked out. Down below near the front of the building he could see the carriage. Miss Renton and his Aunt were talking together. He saw his Aunt stoop forward and kiss his governess on the lips before helping her into the carriage.

Lewis was shocked by what he saw; this was no light peck on the cheek by two women showing affection towards one another, this had been a passionate embrace and kiss. Perhaps this might explain the bond between them. They were lovers!

Learning his lessons, Lewis sat in a very graceful manner on his chair and awaited the arrival of his Aunt. He crossed his legs at the ankles, smoothed his skirts, tucked his legs back and closed his eyes. The small bustle prevented any contact with the back of the chair and he sat feeling the fine clothes and constriction on his body.

His reverie was broken when his Aunt entered and he immediately rose to his feet as gracefully as he could. His act of politeness did not go unnoticed but his Aunt was keen to let him know the error of his ways.

"Louise, now that you are a girl now, there is no need to rise whenever I enter like you once did in your past life. Though I will expect a curtsey when you are standing, there is no need to rise unless I request it. Is that clear?"

"Yes Aunt," he said about to sit down again.

"Now you are standing you may curtsey now," she said raising him back up again.

"Yes Aunt, thank you," said Lewis as he lowered his left leg behind him and lifting his skirt as high as he dare.

"I promised you riding lessons this afternoon, but first we will have some more formal etiquette skills," said Aunt Roberta.

Then Lewis was again shown in excruciating detail how to sit, stand up, walk, and go up and down stairs with grace and deportment so that no one would detect that he was a boy in skirts. He was made to walk along the corridor again and again with constant corrections and coersions from his Aunt.

His feet were really throbbing with pain but he still decided against complaining unless some additional punishment was brought to bear. His Aunt though apparently seemed satisfied with Lewis’s new compliant nature.

"You are dismissed Louise, call for Mary to assist with your dressing for riding lessons," said Aunt Roberta at 3:30pm.

"Oh thank you Aunt Roberta," said Lewis who rushed quickly to the door.

"Louise, slow down act like a lady not some excitable little school girl," said his Aunt.

"I am sorry Aunt," he replied turning he curtseyed down as low as the tight skirt allowed and when he rose he looked up to find her Aunt smiling.

"Go child," she replied waving him off.

 

 

CHAPTER 7 - A Riding Lesson

Lewis called for assistance and was quickly disrobed by Mary. Lewis rubbed his now aching feet and could see that his toes were all tightly packed from their long day in those tight boots.

"Oh my poor feet," he complained. "Would you mind giving them a massage for me please," he asked Mary.

The maid was happy to oblige and rubbed his stocking cover feet. Lewis was soon oohing and aahing as his toes and soles were soothingly caressed.

His tight corset remained on of course though Mary did find the need to retie the laces when she had found that they’d slackened by half an inch.

"Orders are orders, Louise," said Mary as she tied off the laces again much to chagrin of Lewis.

"Oh Mary, this is impossible, I feel like a China doll. All fragile and ready to break."

"Do not fret, you will become used to this soon enough," she replied. "Then who knows you might begin to love it."

Lewis didn’t reply to that remark but had to admit that the wearing of female clothes had been more exciting than he had thought possible. It felt wrong though and it was exciting to be someone he wasn’t.

After a tepid sponge bath that Lewis enjoyed, they started his dressing in the riding clothes. First a well-tailored cotton blouse was buttoned up his back, followed by chequered cravat that was pinned down with a cameo brooch. Then came a dark blue short riding jacket that when buttoned fitted his nipped in waist perfectly. A fresh pair of dark coloured cotton stockings were slipped up his legs and a wide matching dark blue riding skirt slipped on and secured with a belt.

A pair of knee high leather riding boots were pulled on and Lewis was grateful that they did not pinch like his dress boots. At first these boots felt deliciously comfortable except when he stood up and noticed that with only a small flat sensible heel, his calf muscles now really ached.

He stood up and picked up a short crop whip and his black leather gloves. Mary attached the lady’s top hat to the top of his hair with some hat pins and then made sure that the net veil could stretch over his face and around his chin.

	Lewis gets ready for his first riding lesson

"You look very sweet and quite fetching in that outfit," Mary said as she put the finishing touches to the outfit by pinning a sprig of lucky white heather on the jacket lapel.

"Do you think so?" asked Lewis.

"Take a look in the mirror, if you do not believe me," she replied.

Lewis did so and his jaw dropped when he saw the effect of his hat and veil on his face. He was staring at the image of a pretty young girl.

"Come on we must get you to the stable yard to meet your Doctor Jones," said Mary.

With his long skirt dragging along the ground, Lewis was forced to pick it up. He had to walk carefully to avoid tripping as he departed his room with Mary towards the rear of the house. There he found the handsome Doctor Jones waiting with two 16-hand chestnut coloured hunter mares. One was tacked up with a side-saddle and was obviously going to be his mount while the other was going to be ridden by the doctor.

"Good afternoon, Miss Louise," he said doffing his bowler hat. The doctor was dressed in a pair of dark coloured jodhpurs, black riding boots and a dark riding jacket.

"Good afternoon, Doctor Jones, I am very grateful to you for this lesson. It will make a refreshing change from the lessons I’ve suffered all day," Lewis replied with a big smile shining through the veil.

Doctor Jones smiled back, "Oh please call me Alasdair, there is no need to be so formal now. Just how much do you know about horses?"

"Virtually nothing. I know you feed this end and muck comes out here," he laughed and the doctor laughed too.

"Then we have some work to do," he said and he discussed all the various parts of the horse’s tack. He explained the working of the ladies side-saddle and how the lady holds onto the two hook shaped horns on the saddle by her legs. The tighter she squeezes, the tighter is her grip on the saddle.

After getting to know the horse, the doctor took the horse to the mounting steps and Lewis held his riding skirts high to avoid tripping.

"Right then Louise put you left foot in the stirrup and pull on the top of the saddle, raise your bottom on the saddle and then wrap your right leg through the horn here."

"Yes I see," said Lewis listening carefully.

"Your left leg will go underneath this horn and hold you in place. You can make the horse move faster by applying a little pressure by your stirrup boot to the horses flank like so," said Alasdair who quickly adjusted the single stirrup leather to the right length with the buckle provided.

The move was successful and soon Alasdair was showing Lewis how to cover his legs with the skirt as he adjusted the single stirrup again slightly for maximum comfort. "Is that better?" he asked.

Lewis had to agree, as Alasdair taking a rein led the mare and rider across the cobbled courtyard. Lewis remembering to hold on by squeezing both legs felt very unsteady and held onto the top of the saddle with both hands. Soon though, he was grinning through his net veil at Alasdair and he was able to show how easy it was to change the animal’s direction by pulling on the reins.

Alasdair asked Lewis to try walking around in circles on his own and he was delighted to comply.

"Your mare is very old and quite docile, however do not tug so violently on the reins and she will do as she is told if gentle pressure is applied," Alasdair said.

"I see," said Lewis. "This is really good fun."

"I know. Let me take you out for a little ride, remember to hold that saddle tight at all times with your legs," said Alasdair. "I don’t want you to fall off onto your head."

Lewis needed no second bidding and they set out for the hill overlooking the house. On the way they rode past a large ornamental lake and Lewis was steadily becoming used to the unusual riding position. His corset supported his back from the jarring as the mare moved over some rough ground.

	Past the lake, Lewis rides side-saddle on the mare

After about fifteen minutes at a slow walking pace both riders reached the top of the hill. At the top there was a flat area and a small windswept hawthorn bush.

"What a splendid view," said Lewis referring to the green border landscape that surrounded the mansion.

"It is not as splendid as the view I have," said Alasdair.

"What view is that?" Lewis asked suddenly shocked. His mouth opened and he could see Alasdair smiling at his direction.

"I know all about you Louise, and I’m completely captivated by your beauty," said Alasdair. "You do make a very pretty woman particularly in that riding outfit."

"What do you know about me?" He asked his eyes opened wide in surprise.

"I know all there is to know about you. That you used to be such an unruly boy called Lewis and that you have been quickly and ruthlessly transformed into a beautiful young girl," Alasdair said calmly.

"What do you mean? That’s preposterous," stammered Lewis his confidence shaken that the Doctor should know all that.

"I am sorry I didn’t mean to make you upset, your Aunt has told me everything about you and I agree you make a very attractive young lady. At least I find you very attractive," said Alasdair. He rode alongside and took the reins from Lewis’s gloved hands and reached over and kissed Lewis’s hand.

"I can help you become the woman you truly deserve to be, I can give you medications and surgery to remove your boyish nature, would you like that?" asked Alasdair suddenly dismounting from his own horse. He held the reins to both horses and then helped Lewis dismount. The two came together as Lewis came down with both horses hemming them in together.

Slowly Alasdair lifted Lewis’s veil to clear his mouth and kissed him with some fierce passion. Lewis, his eyes open wide tried to shy away but Alasdair persisted. Soon Lewis found himself relaxing and kissed back. Their saliva mixed and Lewis could taste the difference in his mouth. The horses now pulling on the rich grass threatened to crush them otherwise the embrace would have gone on longer.

Lewis was grateful for this interlude as he straightened out his dress and pulled his veil back down over his face again.

"Come and sit here," said Alasdair pointing to a large boulder after tying both mounts up to the Hawthorn bush. The two sat together looking both slightly nervous and anxious.

"You know all about me? You prescribed those vile tasting herbal remedies my Aunt gives me and you want to kiss me like some girl. I have been forced into these dresses, punished if you like for a few moments of silliness," said Lewis eventually still shocked by the turn of events.

"Yes I have known about you for weeks since your Aunt told me of your tragic news concerning your parents," said Alasdair. "You see your Aunt has a deep hatred of masculine things and she asked me knowing my interest of herbs if you could be given remedies to feminise your appearance. The mixture you drink and you must continue to drink was derived from years of research by me into these herbs. Women in many countries use them in their later years to counteract the effects on their bodies when their child rearing abilities end."

"What will they do me?" asked Lewis suddenly very concerned.

"My research has shown that using them you will develop into a pretty young woman with breasts and rounded hips," said Alasdair. "It is probably too early yet but have you noticed anything different."

"No, nothing so far why?"

"I would wait a few weeks and you will see what effects they will have," Alasdair added.

"No, this is not supposed to happen, I am a boy. My Aunt has no right to do this and you should not be helping her."

"Ordinarily I would agree," said Alasdair. "But when I saw you the other evening, I knew that I could not resist her demands for I fear that I have fallen in love with you."

There were tears streaming down Lewis’s face as he spoke, "This is wrong, I should not be made to dress like this. I would take any other beating or caning but not this. Already I notice differences in my body. My waist is now 21" and my legs and feet hurt from these fashion shoes she has me wear. She has me defeated. I can’t escape from her."

"It may seem like cruel punishment but I think that you will adjust. The herbs will act to calm your spirit and the other procedures that will be done will also be beneficial."

"Other procedures?" asked Lewis suddenly becoming alarmed again.

"I cannot tell you that yet," said Alasdair concerned that his previous revelations had proved too much for the youngster who looked like an elegant upper class maiden. "You will find out soon enough."

"Please tell me Alasdair, if you say you care for me, please let me know, what I can expect?" Lewis pleaded in a most feminine manner though the thin net veil of his riding hat.

"It is because I love you that I cannot tell you what will happen," he replied. "My only advice is that you obey each command instantly even although you would rather not. Any sign of resistance will be dealt with even more harshly by both your Aunt and your governess Miss Renton. Although you may not like what they do and how they do it, if you do not obey an order they will only seek to make the changes proceed much faster than even I would expect. Your previous bad behaviour has already induced them to act as they have."

"Why is it that they act so harshly towards me? I have never even met them before this week and it seems that they already hate me."

"They do not hate you. They are women who love each other and they do not like masculine things or men. They tolerate me I think because I am helpful to them and I am also fascinated by their relationship," said Alasdair shocking Lewis yet again.

"So they intend to turn me into a woman? I will wear female clothes and have female breasts to match this ridiculous waist," cried Lewis moving his arms down his torso.

"Louise, do not fight it, you will regret it if you do," said Alasdair not answering the question directly.

"Why don’t you speak out on my behalf to the police or the authorities?" asked Lewis sniffling and holding back the tears that threatened to emerge.

"Because they have a hold over me that even I cannot break. If they lost control over you then I fear that they would see to it that I would be struck off and would never be allowed to be a doctor again."

The conversation stopped as Lewis stared at the panorama in front of him, he could hardly concentrate on the view because the wave of excitement that surged within him. Here he was dressed as an elegant young lady looking like the lover of a middle aged man.

"I will try do as you suggest," said Lewis. "However you must help me when I need you, please help me to overcome these tyrants."

"Alas I cannot, I have to do as they say or else lose everything I have. I am sorry," said Alasdair with an affectionate and sincere tone of voice.

"Very well, I will act on your advice. If the truth is to be told, I am beginning to like wearing all this finery though the corsets and boots are still strange and assault my common sense. For some unknown reason I am also drawn towards you Alasdair, can we kiss again?" Lewis asked lifting his veil with a view to securing a possible ally against his Aunt rather than as an act of sexual interaction.

They did kiss long and hard. Alaidair inserted his tonque into Lewis’s mouth and the pair embraced with a new found passion. Lewis felt himself melt as the doctor held his face in his hands and gave him a final peck on the lips before pulling down the net veil. They then turned to watch the sun go down behind the trees. Alasdair lifted Lewis back into the saddle with ease and mounted himself and gave instructions on how to ride the horse back down the steep hillside to the house.

Both Miss Renton and his Aunt Roberta greeted them in the boot room at the rear of the house. Miss Renton looking splendid in a new elegant lilac coloured hat.

"Did you have a good time?" his Aunt asked.

"Yes thank you Aunt Roberta, I had a wonderful time," said Lewis his head erect and looking straight at her because of the long neck collar he now wore.

"Good, because this will be your reward when your progress pleases me and today you really pleased me, well done Louise," said a still unsmiling Aunt Roberta. Even Miss Renton had a thin smile on her face. "You may go back with Miss Renton and get dressed for dinner."

"Thank you Aunt Roberta," said Lewis and he curtseyed.

As he left he could see his Aunt move towards Alasdair and he wished that he was party to the conversation that ensued. He tried to tarry but he was encouraged to move away by Miss Renton.

"Come Louise, we have much to do to get you ready."

"Sorry, yes Miss Renton," Lewis replied and then shouted, "goodbye Doctor Jones"

"Goodbye? I think not I will see you at dinner," replied the Doctor with a smile.

 

 

CHAPTER 8 - Evening Dress

On the way back to his room, they passed by the entrance to the kitchens and Lewis looked hopefully for a sign of his Helen. There were some kitchen maids busy preparing the evening meal but there was no sign of the one that mattered to Lewis.

Despite the encumbrance of the riding skirts, he soon found himself back in his lovely warm room. Walking without the confining skirts and the riding boots gave Lewis the chance to stretch his legs a little, much to the chagrin of Miss Renton who was unable to maintain his longer cadence. He arrived first and held the door while she entered. He saw some parcels on the bed and wondered what was in store for him now.

"I have been in Berwick this afternoon, and I took the liberty of buying you some new clothes. But first you must have a bath, you smell of horse manure," she said easing a smile.

"Do I?" asked Lewis knowing he did and had the smells from the good Doctor "Then I must have a good scrub, I can’t bear to be like I was Miss Renton. All dirty and smelly."

"Well it may be there is hope for you yet," she replied.

Expertly Miss Renton had him down to his undergarments and then out of those. Eventually he was completely naked. He moved through to the bathroom where he soon drew a deep hot soapy bath that covered him all except for his head.

"This is so nice Miss Renton," Lewis said.

"Your attitude has changed today and I sense a change since you went riding. Why are you so attentive now Louise?" asked Miss Renton.

"I am beginning to like this condition," said Lewis remembering what the doctor had said but taking it a stage further. "I am beginning to like these costumes and garments and I like the idea of misleading men like Alasd.., eh I mean Doctor Jones."

"Ah so you are on first name terms now?" asked Miss Renton.

"I found it easier to call him Alasdair after he asked me too," said Lewis soaping his legs.

"I see that you have some fine leg hair Louise, that will have to come off now," said Miss Renton and she went to the cabinet and pulled out a man’s cut throat razor to shave his legs. Quickly she sharpened the ivory covered instrument on the strop and removed all his leg hairs before turning to the light down above his penis.

He dried off in a large cotton towel and sat on the dressing table chair while she then started to pluck his bushy eyebrows. Following hard on her earlier efforts, Miss Renton worked relentlessly until all of the thick bushy hairs were removed. She removed his earrings and replaced them with a pair of diamond cluster earrings that shown in the bright oil lamp lights.

"Tonight you are going to make Doctor Jones all hot and bothered. You are going to look so feminine even your own mother - God rest her soul wouldn’t recognise you."

Lewis sighed at the mention of his mother and closed his eyes as Miss Renton arrived with the first of her purchases.

"We needed a new corset for your evening gown Louise, and this one will eventually get your waist down to elegant proportions when we are ready. Please stand and put your hands up high against the bedpost. You will see that it is longer than your usual corset and has lower hooks and eyes in the front. Do you see?"

"Yes I see, what are they for." Lewis asked unsure of their purpose.

"That is designed to draw your legs together so that the dress will fit perfectly on your hips. The dress you are wearing tonight is so much tighter than you have worn before and we really need to make you move more from the knees rather than the hips."

Lewis didn’t reply and watched as the older woman tied the front laces above his penis. He noticed that he started to rise and suddenly felt embarrassed.

"I am sorry Miss Renton, your movements there excite me, I cant help it," said Lewis hoping that he wouldn’t be suddenly chastised again with that hateful punishment corset.

"I understand, in time they will stop don’t worry," she replied and then said, "when you are a real girl like me you wont need to worry about shows of manhood anymore," she continued leaving Lewis relieved and curious all at once.

"Now let us roll up these silk stockings and attach them to the garters."

Lewis felt the constriction in his corset, his unruly hair still needed to be tidied

"There is a full-length slip and three underskirts. The small bustle sits on your hips here and then finally the dress," continued Miss Renton.

The dress was carefully lowered over his head and smoothed down. As he expected it fit perfectly with what seemed like hundreds of hooks in his rear slowly coming together. Miss Renton then went to a box and extracted a large hairpiece that she promptly attached to his head. The hair colour matched his own very well and was curled and piled up high and easily increased his feelings of femininity when he looked in the mirror.

The dress was a pale lilac colour and had the usual high neck and while she adjusted his hair she took the opportunity to attach the small buttons at the rear of his neck. This Lewis did not expect and he was soon forced to keep his neck erect and graceful. He also found that looking down now meant looking down with his eyes and neck movements to the side were virtually impossible without moving his whole body.

Lewis wanted to comment but thought better of it. He was effectively locked into this beautiful evening dress.

Finally after a spray of lavender eau de cologne, he slipped on his evening slippers and then sat on an armchair. Miss Renton passed him a romantic novel and some ladies journals while she went to get herself changed for dinner.

He started to read a lady’s journal and found stories on fashion, bringing up children and the new pursuits being taken up by women including swimming and cycling. He read stories about the women of famous men and what they thought of the world and what should be done to correct it. The growing women’s suffrage movement was also well covered.

After scanning through two magazines, Lewis felt a growing need in his bladder to relieve himself. ‘This is going to be difficult,’ he thought. ‘This dress is so tight, I am not going to be able to get it up past my knees let alone take it off.’ Lewis tried to dismiss the thought from his mind but it kept on returning.

He got up and then rang for a maid. He would need help to undress again and quickly. Soon there was a knock at the door and he said, "please come in."

The door opened and it was Helen, he could hardly believe his eyes, she was dressed in the uniform of the kitchen staff but otherwise she looked well enough with a broad smile, "you rang Miss Louise?"

"Oh Helen, please help me disrobe, I have to use the water closet! Quickly please," he said with urgency.

Soon she had him out of the dress and he was able to attend to his needs before beginning the laborious process of redressing again.

"I am so pleased to see you again, how are you?" he asked as the garments were reattached.

"I am well, I cannot tarry, your Aunt or Miss Renton will be back again soon. I will be back later, I promise. You look beautiful tonight," she said heading for the door.

He quickly gave chase and caught her just before she grabbed the door handle. "I have missed you so much. Will you permit one kiss as girls kiss," he asked.

"No not here, not now," she said frightened at being caught.

Lewis was not dissuaded and guided the girl against the door and then kissed her on the cheek.

"Louise, you look so feminine and now I see no maleness in you. I think I love you this way, please do not change back," she then kissed him back this time inserting her tongue into his mouth. He responded as best as he could.

"You like me looking like this?" he asked shocked.

"Yes," said Helen who was being commanded to say that to him by his Aunt.

"You really do?" he replied unsure whether to believe her or not.

"Yes, you are much more sophisticated now and I think your Aunt is right to feminise you. You look so right as a young lady and not the unruly boy that you once were."

"You cannot mean that?" Lewis asked again not believing his ears.

"I think that you should let yourself go and be the pretty young lady you are now. You should stay as Louise now," said Helen urgently. "Look at the mirror and what do you see? I see a pretty girl, you are no longer Lewis, you are Louise now."

"Please not you too! Not you too, I cannot take this anymore," he said pointing to his tight but very feminine dress. With that he ran over to the bed, where he lay down and started crying.

Helen went over to the youth and started to comfort him. "Just because you’re a girl does not mean that I will stop loving you. In many ways you are so much better as a girl. I think that you should consider yourself to be Miss Louise Hamilton from now on," she said.

"You will still love me?" He asked.

"More than ever," she replied and she dried his tears with the tip of her tongue.

"What must I do?" he asked.

"You must allow yourself to be transformed, to give yourself up to your femininity completely and become the woman you really need to be," she talked slowly and softly into his ear. "Come sit up let us get you ready for dinner," she added pulling Lewis back to an erect position and seated by the side of the bed.

She quickly repaired the damage to his make up and replaced his face powder and rouge, she tended to his hair that had become dishevelled and slightly displaced. She applied a little rouge to his lips and then a little olive oil to make them glisten and then led him over back to the mirror.

"Who do you see?" she asked

"I see me," he replied.

"Yes but is it Lewis or Louise?"

"I see Louise, Lewis doesn’t look like that," he replied marvelling at how red and soft his lips looked as he spoke.

"So who are you now?" asked Helen.

"I suppose, I must be Miss Louise Hamilton now," said Lewis who sighed and then smiled.

"You suppose? Give in to this, you will find a female life so much better," she said smiling above Louise’s head.

"I cannot it goes against all my instincts. I love wearing these clothes and my appearance but it is still alien. I want to play in the garden, to get dirty, to swing from the trees," said Lewis.

"But that will never happen again, you will be a prisoner in here. Your Aunt will see to that, you will have dressmaking, embroidery, knitting, home economics and all the other things that ladies attend to," said Helen still serious.

"It looks like I have no choice then, I have to be Louise from now on," Louise replied. Her Aunt Roberta had won.

 

 

CHAPTER 9 - Dinner for Louise

Helen gave Louise a full look over to ensure that she was now ready for dinner and satisfied she handed her a lace shawl and a fan. Louise arrived in the dining room before anyone else and before she could say goodbye to Helen, she had gone. Louise thought she must have gone back to the kitchens.

Louise took her time and walked slowly around the room admiring the old wood panelling and the large portraits of her forebears that hung all around. There was a picture of one young lady who seemed to look like her. She read the caption and cried out loud - "My grandmother."

Just then Miss Renton entered and smiled. She moved gracefully in towards Louise her dress rustling and gave her a peck on the cheek. "My dear Louise how lovely you look, you have make-up on. How charming, your lips look ruby red. Did you do that?" she asked. "It is so becoming."

"Yes Miss Renton, I thought I would try some on my lips after reading your magazines. Do you mind?" Asked Louise.

"No not at all, I’m sure your Aunt will be impressed and as for Doctor Jones. Well, you will have to show me how you did it."

"I would be happy to do that," said Louise. "Miss Renton?" asked Louise. "What else is in store for me."

"Why do you ask?" Miss Renton replied.

"Oh it is just that I would like to co-operate with you now, I think that my rebellious nature is a thing of the past," she replied.

"We will see about that," Miss Renton replied, "you have a long way to go yet with your transformation, you have barely begun. At least you realise the resolve of your Aunt in this matter."

"I think so, I see no other course for me except total obedience and feminine ways," said Louise hoping that Miss Renton would be pleased.

Before the conversation could continue, the huge double entry doors opened and in walked Aunt Roberta and Doctor Jones. He held her arm and escorted her into the room.

"Come here child," said Aunt Roberta beckoning with a dark leather gloved hand.

"Yes Aunt," she quickly moved around the long table towards the person she hated most in the world and gently curtseyed.

"You look absolutely delightful this evening my dear, your eyes look clear and bright and your lips look so red and inviting. Doesn’t she?" said Aunt Roberta to Alasdair.

"Yes she does," said Alasdair and with that he took Louise’s gloved hand and put it to his lips.

Louise blushed slightly but with a girl in each arm, Alasdair marched to the head of the table and announced. "I don’t know about you three but I am famished. Riding with a pretty young lady always makes me hungry so what’s for dinner tonight?"

They were soon to find out as the first of five courses was brought in. Of course the ladies only picked at their meals and Louise really regretted leaving so much food on the plate. She washed the meal down again with her herbal remedy.

‘Either the taste was slightly less bitter or it was a different herb they are using,’ thought Louise.

She continued to pick at her food unable to swallow any more than a few mouthfuls of the lovely roast chicken. After the meal, the ladies were each helped to their feet and escorted through to the drawing room where Alasdair lit a huge cigar.

They talked of Queen Victoria and her continued popular reign as their monarch, they talked of the forthcoming hunt ball, they talked of riding and they talked about Louise’s progress. Miss Renton an accomplished piano player went over to the grand piano in the corner and played some lively dance music as both Louise and Alasdair danced.

Aunt Roberta smiled as they moved smoothly around the room, Alasdair carefully guiding the new girl around with his arms. Louise for her part was staring straight ahead and into the Alasdair’s eyes as she sought to maintain her balance. The doctor though was strong and caught her more than once as she caught an edge to the rug or changed directly too quickly.

The physical effort of dancing though was soon to prove too much for Louise as she started to gasp for air. The exertion of staying with Alasdair’s vigorous movements had Louise gasping for breath. She was breathing rapidly but without much relief. Louise asked to stop before the music stopped and reluctantly, Alasdair escorted her back to a chair.

However Louise was too distressed to sit or stand and she started to feel light headed and faint. Her Aunt Roberta attended to her as she stood gasping like a fish out of water. Louise felt as if she was drowning, she just could not get enough air into her restrained chest.

"Aunt I feel very light headed," she said in between gasps.

"Nonsense girl, you are just not used to it," her Aunt replied.

"Aunt please undo my laces just a little," she cried in desperation.

"I will not, you will find that of little comfort," she replied without sympathy. "All ladies feel faint after dancing, it is very feminine activity. If you still insist then you will have to retire to bed early."

Louise still gasping for air could only nod in agreement and was taken back to her room, where she was attended by Mary

Miss Renton arrived and decided that Louise was ready for bed. "Tomorrow, you have another hard day ahead."

Louise kicked off her evening shoes and started to undo as much of the clothes as she could. Mary helped her out of her clothes before placing her still heaving torso into her nightdress. A fully recovered Louise was soon drifting into a deep sleep.

 

 

CHAPTER 10 - The Corset Training Continues

The following morning, Louise woke up feeling sore. Her back ached and the corset she wore was biting into her waist in a most uncomfortable fashion. She tried to get her fingers under it but couldn’t relieve the problem. She was too tightly laced!

She lay for a moment and then tried again to find relief but couldn’t. Eventually she rose up and attended to her toilet. She wore a long house coat that kept her warm and then returned to the bedroom and turned up the oil lamp. It was a grey misty morning and Louise looked out the window at the lifting gloom outside.

There was a knock at the door and in walked Mary, Aunt Roberta’s maid.

"Please you miss, I’m here to help you get dressed this morning," said Mary.

"Thank you," said Louise somewhat less than enthusiastically.

After asking Louise’s opinion and agreeing a choice, Mary selected a fresh morning dress from the wardrobe. ‘I will have to wear it sooner or later,’ she thought so it might as well be today.

	Louise was dressed in a low cut dress with net sleeves and wore a simple pearl necklace

Soon she was fully dressed and Mary had attached the boots as before. Louise could feel that the restriction was not as severe as before and indeed once on her feet, her legs and ankles felt fine. Mary worked silently and was rewarded with a smile when she had completed her duties. Louise sat in the chair and read more of her Aunt’s magazines while she waited for the call for breakfast.

At eight she was helping herself to a small portion of smoked haddock, some toast and she sat down to eat. She was famished but knew that eating a lot was out of the question. Her herb tea was placed in front of her and she was thirsty enough to drink it. She was just about finished when in walked Miss Renton, followed seconds later by her Aunt Roberta.

Both women looked just a little tetchy and Louise decided to wait until spoken too, preferring to just look attentive.

"You look very pretty in that dress Louise," said Miss Renton. "Do I detect a hint of some cleavage now."

Louise looked down and was immediately shocked. This low cut dress revealed more than a hint of cleavage. Although the corset was having an effect, it was obvious that she was more endowed than she could remember.

"Thank you Miss Renton," said Louise still shocked as she tried to get comfortable perched on the edge of the chair courtesy of the small bustle she wore.

"Today we will offer you some respite," said Miss Renton. "Your Aunt and I will be gone most of the day and we won’t be back until the evening. So you will have to entertain yourself today. I will leave you some reading and writing exercises and some embroidery to do. But once that’s complete you may do anything you wish. Please do not venture outside. Is that clear?"

"Yes thank you," said Louise but on hearing this news, Louise thought, ‘maybe this would be my best chance to get out of this mess.’

"When we get back we will expect to see that you have been busy," said Aunt Roberta. "Oh yes, my dress maker will be here around 2:00pm to take some measurements from you. Use Mary to help you disrobe."

"May I ask Aunt why I need more dresses I already have many," said Louise as sweetly as possible but secretly hatching a plan to escape.

"Because, my dear girl, your figure training will continue and soon those dresses you own will be too loose so we must get some made for that time," she replied in between eating some small pieces of toast and marmalade.

"Aunt my waist is already 21" how much further will it be reduced?" She asked.

"At least 19" perhaps less," she replied after taking a sip of her tea.

‘Oh no,’ thought Louise drinking the last of the herbal remedy.

The two older women continued with their breakfast and chatted about their trip as Louise went back to her room and then alone to the classroom. Her written work was laid out and she had it completed in under an hour. Her small floral embroidery took another hour and a half to complete and she was able to go back to her room before lunch for a lie down. She summoned Mary who removed her footwear and then she pretended to take a nap. Her mind though was actively plotting an escape. For that she would need some male clothes.

After a quick lunch she had another hour to herself before the arrival of the dressmaker and decided to explore the mansion alone to look for any male clothing that might be around. She found that most of the house lay unused with rooms of furniture covered in dust sheets. She was on her way back when she tried a door and was surprised to find it open into a wardrobe. Inside Louise suddenly found what she had been seeking. A full set of clothes for an adult male!

They would look a little big but they would do. Louise also found a pair of men’s working boots. At size 10 they were 3 sizes bigger than her own feet but she knew they would be better than her own fashionable lady’s footwear. Looking at her bodice watch, she decided to get back to her room in time for the dressmaker’s arrival. She decided against packing all the clothes to her room where they might be discovered but took them instead to a large drawing room and placed them under a dustsheet covering an occasional table.

On returning to her room, Mary helped her strip off her outer clothes and soon the dressmaker was in attendance measuring and noting the readings. He was a small man, with balding greasy hair. A most unattractive man with greasy food stains on his trousers. His boots were old and worn and had tacks and repairs to keep the weather at bay. His face was ravaged by pimples and all in all he was most unattractive. Louise grimaced, as she smelt his body odour when he came close to measure her. He used the tape measure close to her intimate parts making her very uneasy, and then scribbled the answers down on a piece of paper using an old stub of a pencil.

"Your Aunt has given instructions for me to make two standard morning dresses, two evening dresses, and one ball gown all with a waist size of 19 inches.

"Nineteen inches!" exclaimed Louise.

"Yes my dear, that would be in keeping with your slight stature," he replied as he continued his measurements.

When he was done, Louise asked, "what are the differences between all these different dresses?"

"Well the evening dress is more embracing, it should reveal your figure and your other womanly features. It will be in silk or satin and carry much more ornate materials. The other dresses will be made to suit the latest fashion styles in the popular ladies journal," he said then added, "you’ll also have a complete set of underwear and lingerie to accompany all this."

"Including corsets?"

"Yes including corsets, your Aunt has asked me to order them too."

Louise swallowed as she watched him disappear down the driveway in his little cart.

‘19 inches, he had said that’s a lot less than I am now,’ thought Louise as she struggled to imagine such a small waist size.

Mary helped her dress into a different grown up looking afternoon dress with a tight underskirt that restricted her walk as usual.

"I would like to be left alone until my Aunt and Miss Renton arrive back," she said to Mary.

"If you please Miss Louise, just please do not venture outside. Your Aunt and Miss Renton will be most upset if you make a mess of your new dress. The garden paths are quite muddy and I would not want to incur her wrath."

"I will stay indoors, never fear," said Louise now opening up her magazines and relaxing in her armchair next to the window.

Mary left because she had to prepare Aunt Roberta’s room. Louise rose quickly and was sorely tempted to rip off her dress there and then. She knew that would be foolish and decided instead to pull out a small canvas bag in the wardrobe. The next stop was the dining room where a small sharp steak knife was obtained before she rushed back towards the unused room.

Stuffing the clothes into the bag, Louise headed down the corridor to the main staircase. Quickly she was outside and headed straight again towards the side gate that had been her previous exit point. Her heart beating wildly, to her relief she found it open again. She opened the door and it creaked ominously as she pulled the handle.

Quickly she closed the door again and stood with her back to the wall, her chest heaving against the pressure of the corset and the excitement of her intended escape.

Finding the knife she quickly slashed at the buttons holding her dress at the back. This included the five at the back of her neck. The dress was slipped off and the other undergarments were next. Stockings and the evil garters, the hated corset and the corset laces were then quickly cut. The pain that would normally rack her body was ignored in the rush to get away from the vicinity of the house.

‘First things first,’ he thought. ‘I will have to wear the pantaloons again because I forgot to pack any underwear.’

Next on was a coarse cotton shirt and then the trousers and jacket. Lewis tied a stocking around his waist to ensure that the trousers with their 38" waist would stay on his now tailored 23" example. He tucked his new curls inside a cloth cap he had added and then that left the boots. They were easy to put on but heavy and uncomfortable. If the truth was told, Lewis didn’t really like the clothing he had just put on. He found the garments coarse, smelly and very itchy.

Realising that to leave the female clothes where he had just taken them off would soon alert a chase, he reluctantly packed them away into the same bag. He started walking the same overgrown route he had used earlier down the side of the house boundary wall.

Relishing the new freedom he found in these male clothes, Lewis strode out with confidence his hob nailed boots providing excellent grip in the muddy conditions. As he reached the road he decided to walk away from the main gate rather than towards it.

Lewis knew that this route would take him east towards Berwick upon Tweed where he hoped that he might be able to get a job as a cabin boy with a small coastal cutter or vessel. It was about twenty miles to the town on the English border and Lewis set off in a very happy mood.

That was to change though as first it got dark and then it started to rain. It rained lightly like a fine drizzle but it quickly got heavier and heavier. With no waterproof jacket, Lewis tried to shelter under some trees and while this sheltered him for a while he was becoming colder and wetter.

Then he remembered that on the way into the mansion on his trip back from the town, he had noticed a small church set slightly back off the road. Perhaps he might find some shelter there for the night and he set off through the pouring rain. Every part of his body was wet when he reached the church. He tried all the outbuilding doors and they were all locked. He tried the main entry door and it too was locked. At least there was a large canopy above the door and Lewis could at least get out of the rain.

He sat on the small bag that he had carried and somehow he managed to get some sleep. He woke a few times cold and shivering. To get warm he walked about until he could get some feeling back into his numb body again. At about four in the morning, the rain stopped but Lewis continued sleeping.

Meanwhile since his escape, life at the mansion was worse than ever. His Aunt and Miss Renton had returned and soon found their charge missing. Some clever detective work uncovered the missing knife and the move towards the side gate. Lewis’s tracks and some pieces of cut corset lace were discovered. They both made some plans for his recapture and would start out at first light to scour the local roads. Both were right about one thing that he was going to go towards Berwick.

No one had seen him leave the house, and no one knew for sure which way he had gone. The gardeners had scoured the extensive grounds and the maids had searched all of the rooms. The fear was that some man had abducted the beautiful Louise because her footsteps had been seen outside the side gate while the imprints from a male pair of boots were also clearly visible and the female footprints were missing.

A gardener had followed the tracks to the road and from there the trail grew cold. In the house servant’s quarters, only Helen suspected the truth but she was forced to keep the secret a little longer in case Lewis was recaptured.

At first light, Miss Renton ordered Louise’s mare to be saddled up and Aunt Roberta climbed on board her carriage. The two women were determined to find the youth who was making such a fool of them.

Meanwhile Lewis had woken up. He took a drink from the horse trough outside the church and started walking along the road. He was cold and tired but happy to be free. He walked along and started whistling. Every so often he would meet a horse and cart or a carriage coming the other way. He would wave to the driver and continue.

Without thick socks his ill-fitting shoes were started to hurt his feet after he had walked a couple of miles. His ankles were also suffering from the days of wearing high-heeled shoes. The wet in his clothes was disappearing now the warmth of the rising sun was having an effect.

Lewis reckoned he was about five miles from the house, when he heard a carriage approach behind him. Unluckily for him he was on an open stretch of road with no trees to hide behind for several hundred yards in either direction. He leapt the wooden gate into the adjacent grass field and found a slight depression. Unfortunately full of mud from the cattle grazing, Lewis dived in just as the carriage came into view. It was his Aunt.

He pulled himself towards the fence and watched with little shallow breathing as it passed by. He could see his Aunt peering out of each side of the carriage. Taking a sigh of relief, Lewis now covered in thick claggy mud was able to keep moving but his appearance now was dreadful.

Walking between wooded areas, Lewis knew his Aunt was in front but he had no idea were Miss Renton was and he felt that she would be out looking too.

Up ahead the road stretched out straight and narrow for another mile before entering a small village. There were no features or shelter at either side of the road. With a spring still in his step, Lewis decided to walk briskly over the stretch of road. About midway along he caught sight of a man riding a horse out of the village and almost immediately coming into view behind him he could see a lady riding side-saddle. The man was nearer at a quarter of a mile away and he seemed familiar.

It didn’t take Lewis long to realise that the woman behind him was Miss Renton. She had spotted him and had urged her mount to trot. He could hear the hooves on the stones in the road getting nearer and nearer.

About 200 yards from the village, Lewis was running and it was then that he realised that the man coming the other way was none other than Alasdair. He was trapped. To make matters worse his Aunt in her carriage was coming back towards him too. It was hopeless they had him. He could try and run but on horseback they would soon outrun him. He sat on the grass at the side of the road and cried.

It was his crying that caught the doctor’s attention as he approached. He quickly dismounted and approached the prostrate figure and turned it over. As he did so, the cloth cap on Lewis’s head came off revealing the long dark hair.

"Louise! At last we have found you," said the doctor. "Don’t cry," he said pulling out ahandkerchief from his pocket to wipe her eyes and some of the dried mud on her face.

Lewis sat up and hugged the doctor who helped mud covered youngster onto her feet just as Miss Renton looking strangely happy reined up her mount to a halt. She then slowly walked her mount over to the pair and said. "Well done doctor, I see we have recovered our young lady again."

Seconds later his Aunt Roberta drew up in the carriage, the carriage driver was astonished to see the mud caked Louise being held by the doctor as she cried. Despite his male attire, Lewis did still look like a girl. In his rush to escape he had omitted to remove the two pendants that adorned his pierced ears.

‘What will happen now?’ thought Lewis as he was lifted into the carriage. It didn’t take long to find out.

"You have been a very foolish girl," said his Aunt who gave no sign of any warmth or affection towards the forlorn youngster. "I am afraid that we cannot have anything like this happen ever again so you will be severely punished."

Lewis had expected some punishment but her Aunt’s definition of punishment and hers were often widely different. She slumped back into her seat and was immediately reprimanded.

"Sit up straight, where did you put your clothes?" asked her Aunt spitting fire with each word.

As he sat straight, Lewis pointed to the side of the road and the bag he had carried. "Doctor please bring the bag here," said Aunt Roberta. Once inside, the bag was opened to reveal the damaged clothing. Her Aunt becoming increasingly angry as she pulled out each damaged item of finery.

"Louise, this is dreadful, why did you do such a spiteful and irresponsible thing? I have been worried that you may have put yourself in mortal danger," she bellowed as she put the clothing back into the bag.

Lewis just cowered in the corner from this verbal lashing, his bottom lip trembling, "I am sorry Aunt, please forgive me, I will not do it again."

"You are right about that, you shall not be permitted to leave the house without my permission again. That side gate will be kept locked and the gate man will be told that you cannot leave without my permission," she launched with some venom.

"Doctor will you return with us?" Aunt Roberta asked slightly more softly.

"Yes, I think that would be a good idea," he replied. "On the way back, I would like to examine Louise if I may and I will ride with you in the carriage, let me tie up my horse to the carriage."

When he was seated alongside the stricken Lewis, Aunt Roberta tapped her cane on the roof of the carriage roof and shouted, "drive on."

"Miss Renton please ride home ahead and wait for our return please," shouted Aunt Roberta as the party got underway again.

Lewis took off his jacket as the temperature inside the carriage increased and not much was said except some pleasantries between the doctor and Aunt Roberta. This included her thanks for finding her niece.

 

 

CHAPTER 11 - The Homecoming

As he entered the gates, Lewis had a sense that the next few hours would not be pleasant despite the comfort she derived from the doctor’s presence. On alighting from the carriage he could see that there was no one to greet him. Even Miss Renton’s horse so recently and obviously tied to the railing near the steps had been efficiently removed back to the stables.

He ascended the stairs with a very heavy heart. It was odd that there were no servants to be seen anywhere. He was marched up to the old room and then ordered to strip off all the dirty male clothes and get into the waiting hot bath.

"Just when I thought you were making progress this has to happen," Miss Renton said from behind as Lewis immersed himself in the hot bath water.

"You have us worry all night, you make a right mess of your pretty clothes, your Aunt is furious and rightly so. Louise what are we to do with you?" she asked.

"I am really sorry," said Lewis sobbing again.

"Yes I have a feeling you are sorry, however I am afraid that will not stop us from giving you a most severe punishment," said Miss Renton.

Miss Renton left Lewis to soak in the hot water. Lewis was at least glad to be able to get some warmth and comfort into his sore feet and tired legs.

‘I do so like these baths, the soap and the bubbles are nice,’ thought Lewis as he relaxed and settled into the deep hot water.

That reverie was ended abruptly by the sudden appearance of Aunt Roberta who looked fit to burst a blood vessel or something equally important.

"I am very disappointed in you Louise. How could you Louise after what we told you would happen?" She sounded and looked furious. "I was hoping that yesterday would help relax you slightly but now I can see that approach was folly."

"I am really sorry Aunt Roberta," repeated Lewis to her as she turned to leave the room. He carried on soaping himself and was suddenly alarmed to find that he had in deed developed small hard mounds in front of what had been just the skin and bones of his ribs. His anxiety was tempered when Helen entered holding some new white towels that she placed on the radiator.

"Helen come and see this," he ordered as he pointed to his chest area.

Making sure that neither woman was around, Helen came over and quickly stared at and then examined his chest.

"Yes it looks like you are changing, you do not need a bodice but there is some development, come let’s get you dried and dressed again."

"Helen I am not dressing again, I am not taking these herbal remedies, I am refusing to co-operate any more," he said. "I don’t want to grow breasts, I am a boy. This is all very scary. Why do you think I ran away?"

"Oh Louise, you can’t mean that," she replied.

"Yes I do, I absolutely refuse to do any more," said Lewis’s male character suddenly emerging again.

"Oh all right go through to your bedroom, I will have to call Miss Renton and your Aunt," Helen said.

"Call away, I am going to my room and I do not care anymore," he said feeling himself again.

Lewis lay on the bed and rubbed his sides and ribs, even without the corset he could see that his torso had changed and his waist was still down at 23". He took the opportunity to rub and massage his feet now that he could reach them again without the handicap of the rigidity of his whale bone stays.

Helen had been gone nearly 30 minutes and he had half expected that something would have happened by now. He was glad and he felt more at ease with himself. He walked about in the nude feeling clean and relaxed. It was dark outside now and he felt hungry.

He rang for a maid and was surprised when Mary quickly answered. "Give my Aunt my apologies but I will not be attending dinner this evening, could I have something in my room please."

Mary left amazed with Lewis covered at the waist but his chest exposed as he sat on the edge of the bed. "I will tell her," she had said before closing the door.

Lewis also felt tired besides feeling cold as the night air descended outside and was soon under the quilt and blankets of his four poster bed. He was woken an hour later by the noise of a trolley banging against the door. It was his food.

He devoured it all, there was some cold chicken, some tomatoes and some melon washed down with some fresh hot tea. The tea though didn’t just contain tea and soon Lewis was fast asleep with his partially eaten meal beside him.

 

 

CHAPTER 12 - The Gelding

Lewis was now fast asleep after taking the sleeping draft. The two women and the Doctor looked on as he lay on his side sleeping deeply.

"Are you sure you know what do?" asked Roberta. "I don’t want Louise to suffer any more than necessary."

"Yes I used to do this to all the young male calves on the farm," was Jane’s reply, "only they were not asleep."

"The procedure is relatively straight forward," said the doctor. "A couple of small cuts here in the base of the scrotum, pull out each testicle and then clamp and then cut. Wait a few minutes for blood clotting and then remove the clamp. Just like gelding a horse."

With that he picked up a black doctor’s bag and moved over to the sleeping figure. Lewis’s sleeping face looking quite angelic, Jane and the Doctor worked hard and soon had the instruments ready. Meanwhile Aunt Roberta had ordered and received a bowl of hot water and several towels. Miss Renton washed her hands and took the razor sharp surgeon’s knife in her hands.

She quickly showed her prowess with the knife and she cut into the soft skin of Lewis’s scrotum. Within 10 minutes both Lewis’s two small almond shaped but bloody testicles were lying in a white kidney dish.

"Now with no more male hormones, we can start her feminisation in earnest, we can maintain the large quantities of herbal medicines that will slowly give her feminine features. It will also quell her wayward spirit and she will certainly become much more docile and ladylike."

Under the watchful eye of the doctor, Jane proceeded to remove most of the empty scrotum before leaving enough skin left to sow up using some catgut. When she was finished and the doctor assessed her work as satisfactory, she went and removed her gloves and kissed Roberta on the lips. "There now my darling are you satisfied with my work?"

"Very much so, Lewis will be much more easier to control now," said Roberta.

"Louise," corrected Jane.

"Silly me, I forgot."

"Well do not forget again," Jane scolded.

"I wont," Roberta smiled.

Just then Lewis stirred. Jane quickly applied some dressings to the blood free wounds and quickly pulled up the boy’s underclothing. Lewis stirred again and then let out a sharp cry as the pain from his groin reached his brain.

A gag was slipped into the youngster’s mouth and tied tightly and at that point his eyes opened wide. Sensing something horrible had happened to him he tried to rise and found that he couldn’t. His efforts were hampered because of the constriction of the new correction corset that had been attached around his waist and the pain in his groin.

"Mmmmph," said Lewis his eyes pleading for some relief from the searing pain in his groin area. The relief came as a small morphia injection from the Doctor that eased the pain considerably. He relaxed a little and began talking slightly so that even the women would know what he meant through the gag.

"What have we done?" repeated his Aunt after Lewis’s mumbled words.

"Not much, you have just been gelded like a horse," Jane said looking smug.

"Aaaagh," cried Lewis and then he passed out from the shock.

"Probably just as well," said Jane out loud.

"Yes," agreed Roberta.

They left the poor boy to sleep still tightly trussed up in his corset. He slept soundly until 8 the next morning when he woke suddenly short of breath and from the painful fire in his crotch. He somehow managed to get to sleep again but restlessly.

It was nearly lunch time when he was woken by the sound of his friend Helen who looked into his eyes. "How do you feel, Louise?" She asked.

"I feel bad, almost as bad as the day I had the fever in India," he remembered. "What have they done to me?" He asked coming round to full consciousness.

"They have castrated you I am afraid, you will never be able to father children now," she replied wiping his long curly brunette hair away from his face.

"No!" He cried out loudly. "But why did they do that?"

"Because your Aunt hates men and you are a threat to her domination here. Did you know that Miss Renton and your Aunt are lovers?" She asked.

"I guessed they were," he replied feeling the intense pain that felt like someone had kicked him in the crotch.

"They have been lovers for years and both hate men. That is why you have been transformed into a pretty girl. I am sorry but I will have to help them otherwise I will lose my job here," she replied.

"Helen they are so cruel and wicked towards me, to do this to me. Was my behaviour so very bad to justify this?" he asked with tears coming down both cheeks.

"It was really stupid to run away like you did but I do not agree with what has happened. Unfortunately I will have to be strict with you in their presence and punish you when it is necessary. I know you won’t accept what they want you to do, however it will be easier on you if you do," said Helen wiping his face.

Lewis was coaxed onto his feet and slowly walked through to the bathroom. He was sore and tender and his tight corset bit into him viciously.

"Your Aunt means business now Louise, you have been laced to 21" now and it will be brought down still further when your other new corsets arrive. Soon your breasts will begin to grow further and your hips will broaden. Now that your testicles have been removed your voice will stay high like a girl."

"Oh no, I am no longer a boy and not really a girl. I am something in between," he sobbed.

"You will find that there are some people who find that fascinating," said Helen.

"It seems like the doctor is one," remarked Lewis.

"Yes he is. It was he I was referring too," said Helen.

Lewis could only nod to understand. Helen removed the dressings and wiped the wound area with a mild antiseptic wash and that had Lewis crying with pain. Soon that wave of pain subsided and Lewis was able to slowly walk back to the bedroom.

When he sat on the edge of the bed, he looked at the wound and found that not only had his testicles been removed but that the head of his penis had been stitched carefully to what remained of his scrotum. He was not only neutered he could no longer achieve an erection. His penis was pointing downwards and it was obvious that he would have to sit to pass water now.

"Helen why have they done this to me too?" he asked showing her the stitching.

"Oh dear, I do not know, but it looks like they want to control any sign of masculinity in you no matter how slight," she replied cuddling him close.

The corset made a full inspection difficult but he was astonished at how he looked now. His sexual parts now appeared flush with his body. He was given a pair of wide pantaloons and helped with the rest of his clothes until he was ready to face the world again as Louise.

(Dressed as Louise, all gender references are now in the feminine.)

"Helen I really think those women are evil for what they have done to me. I will get my revenge one day." Louise opined when she had settled back to let her lace up his heeled boots.

"You’re right, I think that too, what you did, did not warrant such brutal tactics, they must have some grand designs or reasons for what they have done," she said.

"Why didn’t they want me to have any children? As Louise I can hardly be the heir to this estate," she said suddenly realising a potential motive.

"Only time will tell, let us get you through for some lunch now," she replied.

"Yes I am famished," Louise replied.

Tucking her long skirts underneath her, Louise was at the table ten minutes before her two torturers arrived. Louise had finished both her broth and the herbal tea. She had tried to reject it in favour of some proper tea but that request had been turned down by the servant in the dining room.

"I am under orders, Miss Louise that you can only have your herbal tea," she said when Louise had quizzed her about it.

The two women came in looking happy with each other. Both had a radiant glow about them and both smiled when they saw Louise seated at the table.

"So how do you feel Louise?" Miss Renton asked.

"Sore Miss Renton," Louise replied.

"That will soon pass, you will be much better in a day or so," she said.

"That may be so but I will never be a man again," Louise replied tears streaming again down her face.

"No that pleasure was denied you for good after last night, no more nasty masculine habits, no more erections, lusting after girls, getting into fights and male competitiveness. From now on it is high fashion, corsets, high heeled boots and dresses, deportment, embroidery and much, much more."

"But why? I admit that I was foolish and made some mistakes but I think that I never did deserve to be treated like this," said Louise recovering her composure.

"You will find out the reasons why in due course Louise. You will find that the course mapped out for you over the next year or so will be somewhat pleasant and different to what you expected when you first came here," interrupted his Aunt.

"Today is Saturday, so there will be no lessons today, and we want you to recover in time for church tomorrow, so you run along and keep yourself amused now," said Miss Renton.

As Louise rose, the pain in her groin caused her to pause and her face grimaced slightly.

"Are you all right dear?" asked her Aunt Roberta suddenly showing some signs of interest.

"I am still a little tender, thank you Aunt," she responded.

"The doctor will be over to see you later today," she replied. "I would recommend that you get some rest until then."

Louise slowly waddled back to her room and lay down on the big bed. Her chest heaving with the effort of walking meant that it was some time before she was able to sleep. The doctor woke her at her bedside and he asked Louise to remove her skirt.

He prodded and poked and asked if it was really sore in certain places and then pronounced that there was no sign of infection or inflammation. A little painkilling morphia was administered to the site and Louise felt able to rise again.

The doctor took her arm and escorted Louise down the stairs so they could sit in the conservatory to enjoy the afternoon sunshine.

"Louise, you know I am very fond of you and I had no way to stop what happened to you yesterday, but it might work out for you yet," said Alasdair. "When we were last alone, you looked so radiant on that hill, so feminine, so alive and so attractive. I think that you’ll find that life will improve now."

"It cannot get any worse," said Louise with a hint of sarcasm.

"I know how you must feel but you can’t undo this now, I think that you will find your new role in life to be much more exciting."

"How, by being Miss Louise Hamilton forever?" Louise asked.

"Yes you may seem so weak and ineffectual but believe me you will come to wield great power over men. With your good looks and grace I would place a handsome wager on it," he smiled and Louise gave a weak smile back.

"How much?" Said Louise.

"All my worldly goods," said the doctor.

"That much," said Louise. "All two shillings and sixpence!" Louise smiled again at her joke and then laughed. A short girlish laugh or giggle that had the doctor smiling too.

"Can you take me away from here?" Louise asked looking straight into the eyes of the doctor.

"One day I can perhaps but not now, your Aunt wants to complete your feminisation training to stop any potential of returning to the way you are."

Just then there was a ring and a surprise announcement that Marjorie Kynoch and her daughter Rosemary had called to visit Miss Louise Hamilton and Miss Roberta Hamilton. That announcement shook Louise quite forcibly. Feeling ill and tender as she was she would have to meet them.

The ladies were shown into the conservatory and seated in some window seats in the shade. Rosemary was dressed in a long lime green satin dress that went to her ankles. Her hair had been styled into ringlets and she wore white fingerless lace gloves. Draped over shoulders was a white crotchet knitted shawl and this was quickly discarded in the warmth of the conservatory.

Her mother was a model of elegance with large billowing shoulders and sleeves. Her waist was a severe 19" and she grimaced slightly when she sat in the bamboo cane chair. Her skirts were full and long while her hat was ornate and decorated with ostrich feathers.

"Where is your Aunt Roberta, Louise?" She asked looking impatiently around but smiling at the Doctor who she did not know.

Louise rose and introduced everyone and announced that she would find out what was keeping her Aunt.

"I will be back presently, would either of you like something to drink?" Louise asked naturally rising to the challenge of being the hostess.

"A lemonade for Rosemary and a glass of sherry for myself please Louise," replied Marjorie.

Louise turned and almost fell over as a fold in her skirt prevented her from making the move easily and making her blush with embarrassment. Soon she was walking out confidently again remembering to take small steps and once outside announced the order to a servant for the lady’s drinks. Louise also remembered to add in another two Sherries for her Aunt and Miss Renton, another glass of lemonade for herself and a gin for the doctor.

With that she waddled up the stairs and found her Aunt and Miss Renton both about to descend.

"Ah I was just sent to find you Aunt, Rachel and Marjorie are here," she said after her curtsey.

"Yes we know, we will be there presently, you have permission to show Rosemary your room my dear, I am sure that she would like to see it."

"Yes Aunt, I have taken the liberty of ordering some drinks for everyone," Louise replied.

"Very good that was thoughtful," said her Aunt.

The ladies all entered together and Louise remembered to tuck her skirt under her as she was seated beside her new friend. She found it hard to chat at first and Rosemary soon brought up the subject of fashions and boys.

"No I’m afraid I don’t have a boyfriend," Louise explained. "Though I suppose I did have a boyfriend of sorts in India."

"Oh do tell more," said Rosemary

"There is not much to tell," said Louise referring to the boy he played with in India. "His parents and mine stayed next door and we saw a lot of each other."

"Well there will be some handsome chaps at church tomorrow. You will be going to church and Sunday school?" Asked Rosemary.

"Yes I will be there," said Louise unsure of her Aunt’s actual plans for the next day. "The last church service I attended was the funeral service for my parents."

"You poor thing, how awful that must have been for you," said Rosemary with some sympathy.

"It was dreadful, I am still in tears regularly at the thought of losing them both," said Louise. "I miss them both so much."

"Your Aunt will be looking after you well though?" Rosemary asked again.

"She is very strict. She and Miss Renton don’t allow me any real fun. Could you invite me to stay at your house occasionally?" Louise asked.

"Why yes, I was going to do that anyway. I am like you, I live on my own in a large house and I would love some company," she said as she sipped her lemonade. Louise took a drink too despite noticing that hers had been laced with more of the bitter herbal brew.

"Then it is settled, you must ask your mother if I can attend your house soon," said Louise.

"I will and we will have so much fun," said Rosemary.

"I think that we are going to be good friends from now on," said Louise.

"I hope so too," said Rosemary smiling and grinning.

The two girls rose and asked permission to visit Louise’s bedroom and although there was a look of concern on Marjorie’s face, it was permitted. Soon they had mounted the long winding staircase up to Louise’s bedroom.

"What a very pretty room, I love your bed, it’s looks so soft and comfortable. Can I sit down?" she asked.

"Yes of course you may," said Louise sitting beside her.

They looked at each other and smiled. "Louise I do so want to be friends."

"I too," said Louise. "Apart from a few maids, I have no one to talk to."

"Does your Doctor visit here a great deal?" Rosemary asked.

"Yes he is a good friend to my Aunt and he is teaching me to ride my Aunt’s chestnut mare," said Louise.

"Learning to ride, that sounds wonderful, my mother feels that ladies shouldn’t ride horses but I disagree. I would like to ask if I could come with you next time you ride out," she replied.

"Yes that would be nice, the doctor is very friendly and he likes girls as I found out a few days ago," Louise answered.

"Why what did he do?" she asked curiously.

"He helped me down and then kissed me on the lips," said Louise.

"Really?" said Rosemary. "Didn’t you mind?"

"No. Not really, he is quite handsome, don’t you think?" teased Louise.

"So have you developed a shine for him?" asked Rosemary.

"Yes, a little one but then he is a dear man," said Louise trying hard not to show her enthusiasm. "Let me show you some of my new clothes. My Aunt has had some made locally to match the latest Paris and London fashions."

"I think that ball gown looks so elegant and divine," said Rosemary.

"I have not worn it yet," said Louise. "I suppose the first time will be in next month’s estate ball."

"Oh yes, that would be perfect," said Rosemary. "I am so jealous, I wish I had such a beautiful dress."

"Perhaps, I have something in the other wardrobe that might be suitable," said Louise who feeling the pain again shuffled carefully over to the wardrobe.

"I see you have your ears pierced now, did it hurt?" Asked Rosemary.

"Yes it hurt a great deal, one of the maids did it for me and I can wear so many different types of earrings now. It is so comfortable now that I often forget I have something in my ears," said Louise remembering that she had forgotten all about them during her recent abscond.

"Oh your maid did it, do you think she would do mine?" asked Rosemary.

"I think she would but it hurts dreadfully at the time," said Louise still remembering the method used on her.

"The result is worth it though, look at how easy it is to wear these pretty things now," said Rosemary touching Louise’s jewellery.

"I suppose so," said Louise.

"You only suppose, you are so lucky with all these fine clothes and jewellery. I am really jealous. My mother doesn’t let me have the things you do. I just can’t wait to grow up into a woman. I want to attract men like bees to a honey pot," continued the excited and smiling girl.

She wandered over to the other wardrobe and then asked to see some of Louise’s lingerie. "Can I see your corsets please. I can’t wait to start wearing my corsets in earnest."

"You won’t after you start," said Louise with some conviction.

"Why don’t you like wearing corsets?"

"No I do not, it is the worst female fashion and I hope that it stops soon but alas it looks likely that it will continue with next year’s fashions too," said Louise.

"Why do you not like them?" asked Rosemary.

"They are torture devices not fashion clothing," said Louise. "Once you start tight lacing you will never ever stop. You even wear a corset to bed," said Louise feeling the strain of the correction corset she currently wore.

"Yes I know but look at you Louise, you have just begun and already your figure looks so much better," she said as the two looked into the dressing table mirror. Louise could see the beginnings of Rosemary’s still small chest heave with each breath.

"I see your breasts have started to grow, even in the last few days I notice a difference," said Louise fascinated with the two mounds falling and rising.

"Do you? Do you really?" asked Rosemary obviously excited by Louise’s comments.

"Yes I do, they look just delicious," Louise said touching her friend’s right breast.

She looked down at Louise’s gloved hand and squirmed slightly as the pressure on her young mound began to have an effect. "Louise, Louise what are you doing?" squealed Rosemary.

"Oh nothing I just wanted to feel how soft they were, mine have just started to grow too but they are very small and hard still," said Louise. "Do you like them?"

"Of course, don’t you?" she replied. "Let me see your corsets," she asked trying to change the subject.

Louise opened a drawer and took out the first corset and was amazed when Rosemary suggested that she try it on.

"Do you really want to?" Louise asked.

"Yes it’s so pretty and we have time, please help me with my dress."

The dress was around Rosemary’s knees and her rounded breasts were exposed to the chill air of the room. That made her nipples erect and stand out as Louise wrapped the garment around Rosemary’s waist.

"Are you ready?" Louise asked as she started to take up the slack. "Put your arms up here on the post of the bed."

Rosemary did as she was told and soon, Louise had reduced her waist by three inches from its ample 28" proportions. "I can hardly breathe, this is very strange," said Rosemary who started to pull up her dress.

"What are you doing?" asked Louise.

"Can I borrow this to show my mother?" she replied.

Louise quite happy that the thought that one of her tormenting garments would be leaving said, "Of course you may. You can use it until you have your own ones made."

Rosemary was dressed and standing stiffly courtesy of her corset. They kissed each other on the cheek and left to go downstairs. They were back with the adults and they found that arrangements had been made for their attendance at a variety of functions including church and Sunday school in the morning.

The night was descending as Rosemary and her mother went back to their small carriage and the trip home. Louise and Rosemary waved their goodbyes from the driveway. They shivered in the cold air in their thin dresses.

 

 

CHAPTER 13 - Sunday School

After a pleasant evening meal, Louise was released from her corset before bedtime and went to sleep with her hand on her mutilated genitals. She cried herself to sleep and vowed again to have her revenge. She found that when her penis tried to get hard it started to hurt and she was forced to give up her stimulation.

The next day started clear and bright as they got ready for their journey to church. Like most families, church attendance was compulsory at that time with the whole family and servants alike attending the local Kirk together. Fortunately the local church where Louise had taken shelter a few days earlier was just over a mile away. It was on a small hill and was built in 1720. It had a pitched Welsh slate roof and a massive bell tower that had provided the poor girl’s shelter from the rain that stormy night. Surrounding the church as usual there was a graveyard littered with many gravestones.

In recent years, a further field had been brought into use as the plots in existing small churchyard had become used up. In the new cemetery some young chestnut trees were growing well in the rich soil.

On alighting from the carriage, Louise quickly found Rosemary and she was immediately introduced to several of her new Sunday school classmates.

"This is Mary Bissett, Angela Hogg and this is Jim Partridge," said Rosemary as Louise shook each hand in turn. Louise observed both girls and thought that both were much younger than her at say 11 and 12.

Turning to the boy she found that Jim was much taller, quite thin and spindly with a prominent Adam’s apple. The youth was covered in acne and wore a stiff collar with a black tie and jacket. His boots had been polished until they shown. Louise could sense that he was shy and she was able to lead the conversation to her own liking. She found that he lived on a nearby farm and his father rented some of the Hamilton Estate land. She also found out that he lived three miles away and was the senior boy in the class and took some of the bible lessons.

The Sunday school class was taken in a small room at the back of church with five rows of wooden benches arranged in front of a small platform. Louise had never really believed in God having seen both her parents taken from her by the plague in India. She sat almost uncaring and not listening when suddenly her name was called out. She had to read a lesson.

Louise rose and slowly made her way to the pulpit, despite wearing a shorter skirt and a straw hat bedecked with ribbons, she still took her time to negotiate the stairs and onto the platform. She read the lesson slowly and carefully straining at some of the longer words.

When she was finished, Rosemary announced details of upcoming events. That done and a few more hymns and they were trooping out to wait for their elders and parents as they exited from the main service. Louise chatted idly as the other children waited in the by now warm sunshine for the adults.

Rosemary asked her, "Can you come over to see me this afternoon?"

"I would like to visit but I do not know," said Louise. "I will ask my Aunt."

Just then the adults started streaming out and the children ran up to them all except Louise who stayed a respectful distance away. After some brief introductions to some other adults they were aboard the carriage and heading back to the big house.

Louise asked, "Aunt I have been invited to go to Rosemary’s this afternoon, may I go please?"

"Why yes," said his Aunt much to Louise’s surprise. "That would be nice. I shall take you myself after lunch."

At lunch, Louise drank her herbal remedy in silence, unhappy that she would not be free of her Aunt even for a little while.

"Before we go, I know it’s the Sabbath but I want to give you some dancing lessons and you will have to change," said Miss Renton.

The pair made their way back to Louise’s room, there she found that a long tight dress had been laid out and it was soon adorning her body. She was led back into the living room where her Aunt was seated at the piano. She was shown a large of number of different dances from Scottish country dances to waltzes and polkas.

Louise who seemed to be continually short of breath began to enjoy the experience as the older woman steered her around the floor like a puppet.

"Please Aunt I cannot go on, I have no breath left," said Louise panting.

"Nonsense child, you will have to become used to this and more at the Estate ball," said Aunt Roberta. "Take her out for a last Gay Gordon Jane, and I will provide the music."

The two cavorted back and forward, Louise struggling with the tight skirt and corset found herself in intimate contact with the older woman more than once. At the end, Louise was exhausted and couldn’t get her breath back. Miss Renton just stood with her hands on her hips taking shallow and very frequent breaths.

Louise tried to emulate her and found that she felt better and though she felt light headed was able to stand and catch her breath. Sweat dribbled down her nose and onto her silk dress.

"Come let us go and get cleaned up," said Miss Renton. They made their way back to Louise’s room and the pair were soon much more comfortable. A new slightly more elegant dress was pulled out of the wardrobe and slipped over Louise’s head. This one was of pink satin with floral patterns on the bodice and hem.

The carriage was called and Louise still breathing rapidly took her seat with her two antagonists. The ride through the country lanes was pleasant if somewhat bumpy as they headed east and past the point at which Lewis had been caught. The conversation veered toward Louise and her Aunt asked how she felt now.

"I feel much better, Aunt, I although I do not agree with what has happened to me," said Louise her white laced gloves held in the centre of her lap holding a posy of flowers.

"I am glad you are beginning to feel better about your transformation. You do not really have any choice in the matter anyway," said her Aunt.

"Aunt, may I ask why you have done this to me?" asked Louise.

"You will find out all in good time, Louise, I promise that you may in time come to thank me. Those herbal remedies are powerful and I can see that they are beginning to have an effect on your body. Your face is more rounded and your bodice is beginning to show some interesting bulges here," she said and she cupped Louise’s emerging left breast. "You will just have to be patient," she continued.

"What happens now?" Louise replied.

"Well we intend to complete your education into the way of femininity. After a bad start, you are beginning to develop into a beautiful young lady. In any case you cannot now revert, nobody knows or cares about Lewis any more. People only know Louise and they all love her. Don’t you agree?" her Aunt asked.

"So that means that I must pretend to be Louise now and I must do it well to avoid the ridicule of detection," said the girl talking with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"You do not need to pretend any more, you are Louise and with our schooling you shall become one of the most powerful women in the area," said her Aunt.

"Are those of joy or grief?" asked Miss Renton referring to the water rolling down both cheeks.

"I don’t feel well," said Louise looking ill. The carriage was ordered to stop and she was helped out into a field where she tried to be sick. However despite her best efforts nothing came up and she was forced to gulp down some of the warm autumn air.

The field was muddy and Louise slowly and carefully made her way back aboard and asked to be excused from the visit.

"Don’t be silly, we are nearly there, just a few more minutes. You may have a lie down at the Kynoch’s house," said Miss Renton.

A few minutes later, they turned in the driveway of a substantial old farmhouse. It had no gates but had two rather grand and ornate sandstone gateposts.

When she had dismounted, Rosemary rushed over wearing the most charming adult dress of apple green muslin to greet Louise.

"My mother has agreed to start my figure training after I complained that you had already started, isn’t that wonderful?" she urged.

Louise still suffering from the travel sickness was led to Rosemary’s bedroom and was allowed to lie down. Much to Rosemary’s annoyance Louise was soon fast asleep with her mouth wide open.

Two hours later Louise awoke to find no one about, she quickly rose and straightened out her skirts and then went to the water closet where she did her toilet. She quickly checked her hair in the mirror and replaced the flower ornament that had come adrift.

Louise had a good look around her girlfriend’s room and liked what she saw. It was a pretty feminine bedroom full of dolls and other toys including a small dolls’ house under the window.

On hearing Louise’s footsteps on the floor above, Rosemary returned and came over to speak. "How do you feel now?"

"I feel so much better thank you," said Louise and she reached forward to kiss the cheek of her friend. As she did, Rosemary’s head turned and the two girls kissed squarely on the lips. Rosemary tasted sweet but Louise continued with the kiss much longer than necessary.

"Louise!" Rosemary cried, "please stop. Girls do not kiss like that."

"It is an old Indian custom didn’t you like it?" teased Louise.

"Yes I did but girls do not kiss like that here," replied Rosemary.

"Yes I know but I just wanted to show my affection for you," said Louise lamely.

"Come tea and cakes are served in the conservatory," said Rosemary.

The pair slowly walked down to the brightly painted conservatory. Immediately Mrs Kynoch was up asking Louise how she felt.

"I feel much better thanks Mrs Kynoch, I am sorry to be such a nuisance," replied Louise.

"Well I have some news, your Aunt and Miss Renton have agreed to let you stay over here tonight," said Mrs Kynoch. It was at that point that Louise noticed that the room was empty and that the horse and carriage were missing from the driveway.

"Oh! Have they?" was all Louise could exclaim.

"Your Aunt insists that you take your medicine at meal times but apart from that, both of you are free to do as you please for what remains of the day," said Mrs Kynoch.

The girls had some cake and tea, with Rosemary asking to taste Louise’s remedy. Rosemary exclaimed, "That is vile I do not know how you can drink it!"

"I have to, my Aunt insists," said Louise who had developed a taste now for the brew that was slowly and permanently changing her body.

"What’s it for?" asked Rosemary.

"To ease female ailments, I think," said Louise quickly arranging a story that would answer Rosemary’s question.The pair went back upstairs and looked at Rosemary’s clothes but they lacked the sophistication and the cut of Louise’s outfits. They did some playing around with Rosemary’s doll collection and then had some supper.

Rosemary’s stepfather George Kynoch was an austere looking man. He was the estate factor for the nearby duke’s estate. That meant that he looked after all the financial affairs of the estate. Everything from buying and selling livestock to paying the staff wages.

He was very formal and rose to welcome Louise into his house when the two girls came down for dinner. Rosemary had changed into a formal gown while Louise had changed into an evening dress supplied by Mrs Kynoch. She found that it was an almost perfect fit. The style was a few years out of date but in all other respects she liked it.

Louise could smell the Mrs Kynoch’s fragrant rose water perfume and the skirt was not unduly restrictive, though to get the dress closed, Louise had to have her corset closed a small amount. This was the first time that Louise had worn clothes other than her own. It gave her a weird sensation in her groin and down her back as a wave of excitement spread over her.

Mr Kynoch had changed into evening dress with a high starched collar and

was busy smoking his pipe beside the fire when Rosemary and Louise entered.

"Father this is Miss Louise Hamilton, my new friend from Winton House," said Rosemary.

"Oh you are welcome to my house Miss Hamilton, I hope that you and Rosemary can start a good friendship. She like you is an only child and I think you being around would be something that would be to both your mutual benefit."

"Thank you Mr Kynoch, we are indeed very good friends now," said Louise.

With the meal over both girls headed upstairs to get ready for bed. The intention was that both would share the same large four poster bed that Rosemary normally slept in. While Rosemary attended to her toilet, Louise changed into a night-gown, unable to undo her stays they stayed in place.

"Don’t you remove your corset at night?" Rosemary asked on her return.

"I am not allowed to, it makes lacing up in the morning more difficult and there is some pain associated with removing it," said Louise trying to impress the other girl.

"Then I will wear mine too," she declared. "Here help me and we will go through this together," and then she removed her nightdress to bare her torso.

Louise opened her mouth but helped put on the corset and then helped tighten the laces. The final tie off was at 25" which gave the young girl a pleasant hourglass figure. As the corset pushed up her budding cleavage, Louise came round to her front and adjusted her nightdress before kissing her on the cheek.

"You look so lovely," said Louise. "Might I be permitted to kiss you on the mouth again?"

"Why? Rosemary replied shocked an excitable manner. "Yes," Rosemary replied. "I would like that."

Louise wasted no time and kissed Rosemary with a passion that had been denied her since her trip with the doctor to the hillside. Rosemary closed her eyes and the two girls kissed long and hard. Louise could feel her penis try to stiffen but the pain from the position it was in, soon dampened her spirits and frustration started.

The two girls lay on the bed. They cuddled and kissed before falling asleep entwined together.

 

 

CHAPTER 14 - Discovery

When Louise awoke the next morning she could sense a pair of eyes watching her.

"Hello Louise, or should it be Lewis? What is that between your legs?" asked Rosemary.

"What do you think it is?" Louise replied still rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"I know what it is and it does not belong on a girl," the other replied spitting fire. "You have deceived me dreadfully, you are a boy in girl’s clothes, why?"

"My Aunt Roberta, I’m afraid," said Louise.

"Your Aunt did this to you? Why?" Rosemary interjected immediately.

"I do not know why, I only know that I have to wear dresses and skirts from now on," said Louise propping her head up by her hand.

"You do make a pretty girl, I would never have guessed. Do you like being a girl?" Rosemary asked.

"Do you really think I am pretty? I am beginning to think that I have been like this all my life but no on balance I don’t like being a girl. I am beginning to accept it more though," replied Louise.

"Yes I think you are very pretty, you wear the prettiest clothes and your hair is so nice. You look so much like a girl, I think that you should never have been a boy," she replied.

"Not you too! When I get out of my Aunt’s clutches I intend to go back to being a boy again," said Louise.

"No, no you must not I would rather you stayed as Louise," said Rosemary.

Louise was dumfounded but took the opportunity to steal a kiss. "I will stay as Louise if I can kiss you like this," and Louise cupped her face in her hands and kissed her gently on the lips. "You are so sweet Rosemary, I hope that we will be friends for a long time to come," she added.

"Yes just girlfriends though," she smiled. "Say it."

"Yes we will be girlfriends," said Louise.

"Can I see your penis?" Rosemary asked.

"Why?" asked Louise right back.

"Oh I just wondered why it could not get big as it was supposed to," she answered.

"It wont get big because it cant, it is tied down and those herbs my Aunt makes me take are having an effect now," said Louise shaking her head.

"You poor thing, that is really cruel," said Rosemary.

"Rosemary, you must promise not to tell a soul of this. Do you promise?"

"Yes I do," she said.

"No please say I promise not to tell another living soul," said Louise.

"I do," Rosemary replied teasing.

"Say it properly," said Louise putting a leg over Rosemary’s body and then sitting on her chest below her developing womanhood.

"I solemnly promise never to tell a living soul about the secret life of my dear friend Louise," giggled Rosemary.

"Thank you," said Louise and she reached down and kissed Rosemary on the lips again. This time Rosemary responded to the warmth in the kiss and the pair kissed long and hard. Again and again they kissed, Louise fondled Rosemary’s budding nipples while Rosemary in turn licked Louise’s swelling nipples.

The sun was not up but the pair could see enough of their surroundings to carry on this increasingly intimate behaviour. They fell asleep again and woke an hour later to the sound of the doorbell and the postman’s horse and cart making its rounds.

Both girls rushed out of bed did their toilet and then started to dress. It was with great reluctance that Louise put on her own dress instead of Mrs Kynoch’s evening dress while Rosemary put on her usual morning dress.

The two kissed on completion of their dressing and headed for the door and the smell of cooked breakfast. They laughed and joked as they entered the kitchen and sat down to be served. Mrs Kynoch loved to cook and cracked open another couple of eggs and started more toast. Instead of her usual herbal tea, Louise was given a cup of ordinary tea and managed a few mouthfuls of breakfast before the rapid tightening in her stomach indicated she had eaten enough.

The girls were able to spend much of the day together before Miss Renton arrived with the carriage just before 4:00pm.

 

 

CHAPTER 15 - Changes

The next few weeks continued in the same vein with Louise being fed the herbal drink morning, noon and night and often in between while her corsets denied her the food intake she really needed. Her body slowly changed. Her Aunt was surprised to see her in her bedroom with more than the hint of some cleavage.

"Louise, how wonderful, your breasts are growing nicely," Aunt Roberta said as she supervised the fitting of a new evening gown and corset. Louise had also lost about 20 pounds in weight and was now able to lace down to 20 inches.

"Yes Aunt," said Louise who knew that but had decided to keep it secret for as long as possible. Now it proved impossible.

"We will have to get you a dress that shows your new attributes in time for your birthday party on Saturday," her Aunt continued.

"Do I need another dress?" she seemed tired and unhappy with the thought of standing for another 20 hours having pins stuck into her as the dress material was pinned up.

"Yes I think you do, one that will show off you advancing female curves. Let me measure you now. Chest size 34" waist size 20" and hips 28" oh good your figure is better than mine when I was your age."

"Yes," said Louise after her Aunt seemed happy with developments.

"I will send a message round to get you measured up for that new dress however I think that we should make it with an 19" waist," said her Aunt.

"Please not 19", 20" is tight enough, please Aunt not that," said Louise seriously upset with the thought of going down another inch.

"It will be a struggle but I think that it will be worth it," she said. "Those boys and our dear Doctor Jones will not be able to take their eyes off you."

"Aunt, Rosemary won’t be able to take her eyes off me too, she knows about me once being a boy," said Louise in a matter of fact way.

"What! How does she know?" her Aunt demanded in a shrieking tone.

"She and I slept in the same bed remember? She felt me by accident and confronted me when I woke up," replied Louise suddenly no longer intimidated by his tyrant of an Aunt.

"So what is to stop her telling her parents?" her Aunt persisted.

"I made her promise and she swore that she would not tell. I think she likes me and she wants me to stay at house more often. She has started her own tight lacing training and she sees me as a role model," said Louise. "Maybe she will forget once she returns to school."

"Does she make any other demands?" her Aunt asked warily. "I hear that because of financial difficulties she will not be returning to school in England. She will instead be taught in the local town school."

"Not so far, just that I am allowed to stay over, more often," said Louise.

"I see, I am sure that can be arranged," said his Aunt who was already thinking ahead. "Come let’s put the finishing touches to that new party dress of yours."

Over the past few weeks Louise had been given a crash course in needlework and had hand stitched much of her new dress. She had also embroidered some flower motifs on the bodice and on the border of the hem. The resultant creation in various dramatic shades of green silk and satin was a joy to behold. Louise’s only fear was that her Aunt had insisted on a 19" waist for the dress. Special reinforcing hooks and eyes having been specially attached to prevent any embarrassing moments.

 

 

CHAPTER 16 - The Birthday Party

Helen had been given back her duties as Louise’s personal maid. The pretty maid herself now corseted down to 19" was able to extract more compliance from Louise than any other maid in Aunt Roberta’s service.

Louise now wore her corsets without complaint except when her lacing was taken a stage further without her consent. For her birthday, she would wear her newly delivered corset that she had broken in over the last few days.

Her usual garment removed. Helen quickly connected the stays up to the lacing machine and proceeded to turn the handles. Helen knew not to extract every last inch in one go from Louise’s waist but had her down to 20" at the first attempt.

Louise adjusted to the restrictive garment and indicated that she was ready to go further. Again the laces were attached to the machine and pulled to 19.5". She began to feel faint and asked for the laces to be tied off again.

"Helen I feel awful, I cannot go on with this," she whined at the maid.

"You must Louise, your Aunt insisted that I lace you down to 19" so that you can fit into your new dress," replied the maid.

"I know but have some mercy," said Louise knowing that she would receive none.

"Take a walk around the room and try to think of your doctor again, he will admire your thinner waist," said Helen.

Helen was right, Louise came back for more and as the corset stitching and material creaked under the pressure, the tape indicated 19" and the laces were quickly tied off in a double knot. Louise had to sit on the edge of the bed and try as she might she found it difficult to catch a breath.

"Take small shallow breaths Louise," said Helen suddenly concerned at her charge’s welfare.

Louise did so but found the act of simply taking in any air into her chest very difficult to accomplish.

"Helen I cant live like this, cut me loose, my Aunt is killing me," said Louise suddenly.

"Not killing you, moulding you, your bones are still soft and through time, your rib cage will adjust. Look already you are down to 19" now and 17" or even less will be possible over the next year. Your figure training has dramatically improved your looks and grace. You move like a normal young lady now."

Suddenly able to catch her breath again, Louise asked. "Is that why she has me wear so small shoes and boots too?"

"Yes through time, they will stop your feet from growing to manly proportions. Men like just a hint of a small dainty foot appearing under our skirts," said Helen who still had to help her put on her new elegant heeled boots. Already Louise could see that her toes were indeed being deformed. Her arch was higher and her toes were more rounded and much closer together. "It’s important that you keep wearing these boots until your feet stop growing," added Helen.

Forced into a size six boot, Louise’s feet were already two sizes smaller than they might have been, while her use of high heels had forced her arch higher and altered her tendons in her ankle. The restrictive diet and hormone ingestion had combined to keep her height at five feet seven inches tall.

Helen completed the dressing and asked Louise to stand in her new boots. These were narrower and had a higher 2.5" heel than she had previously used.

"Owh," said Louise. "My feet are on fire already and I have not even taken a step." Louise now feeling the effects of her Aunt’s modification request to the cobbler who was instructed to use thicker leather in the toe area to force her toes back.

After all the undergarments were attached, the crowning glory was her new dress. Louise gingerly stepped into it and Helen pulled it up her legs. It was difficult to get into and Louise felt that her arms might break as she forced her wrist into the tight arms of the dress.

After she was installed, Helen did up the hooks on the dress quickly and efficiently. The dress was tight and Louise admired the way it was designed. The hem just trailing on the floor while the front revealed a small amount of cleavage.

Louise all dressed up for her 15th birthday

Louise held her gloved hand to her tiny waist as Helen decorated her hair and then attached pearl necklaces and new ruby earrings. Her dark hair at her Aunt’s request was covered in tight ringlets and her fan was looped around her wrist.

"Come your public awaits, Louise," said Helen helping forward with both hands. Louise soon made the door and thence down to the large conservatory where the party was to be held.

Both Miss Renton and her Aunt were present. Both rose on her entry and Miss Renton gave Louise a kiss on the lips while her Aunt gave her an affectionate peck on the cheek. She was asked to twirl around and both made complimentary comments about her appearance.

"Louise you look simply divine," her Aunt gushed.

"Thank you Aunt," said Louise making the simplest of curtseys.

"You make a very pretty girl now Louise, do not forget that," said Aunt Roberta.

"I know," she said giggling.

"You obviously like being a girl," said a male voice behind them as in walked the good doctor.

Louise turned slightly and immediately offered her hand and the doctor kissed it before giving a very aristocratic bow from the waist. "I wonder if I may have the first dance now?" The doctor asked.

"Remember your dancing lessons, Louise," said her Aunt.

"Yes Aunt, I will."

The small band started playing a dance tune as the couple took to the dance floor. Louise let herself be guided around the floor. Whereas before, she had struggled to keep and maintain her balance, the doctor held her by the waist and guided her around like a puppet. She could feel his strength and control and not since that day on the hill had she felt so feminine.

Louise started to let go what vestige of maleness that remained. She relaxed and smiled. Today was the start of her new life. She would grow into a beautiful woman. She melted into the strong arms of the doctor.

The doctor was an expert dancer and he led Louise around the floor with ease. Louise encumbered by the skirts held on tightly to his shoulder and his hand. She could feel the warmth of his hand through her tight white kid leather gloves.

The dance was a waltz and by the finish, Louise was beginning to feel faint and light headed. At the finish she asked to be taken outside to get some fresh air.

The doctor stepped out of the door and pulled Louise onto the patio and then they chatted against the sand stone railings. Wishing to avoid the wrath of her Aunt, Louise was careful not to dirty her dress.

"Tell me Louise, have you noticed any more physical changes since you started the herbal remedies I prescribed?" He asked looking at the appearance of an obvious cleavage revealed by her dress.

"How do you mean?" she countered.

"Any changes to your chest area?" He asked specifically.

"Yes as you can well see my nipples are more pointed and there is some swelling. The nipples are also quite painful sometimes," she replied.

"That’s good, it is shows those herbal recipes do work," he remarked.

"Work with what?" She asked suddenly alarmed.

"No need to be alarmed," he replied, "but you have already started to develop small breasts."

"Breasts?" she quizzed. "How much bigger will they grow?"

"I would say you should see full development in another six months. Tell me was your mother well endowed?" He asked.

"It is hard to say, I never saw her naked but I believe she was. I would always like to have a kiss and cuddle from her," replied Louise still remembering with fondness her late mother.

"I would expect you will see development to a size similar to hers," said the doctor pointing to her still developing cleavage.

"No doctor, please get my Aunt to stop this process," said Louise appalled suddenly of the thought of growing these feminine items on her body.

"As I have said before, it is not possible, your Aunt’s mind is made up," said the doctor holding her hand. Louise looked at his eyes with her own tear filled eyes and appealed to him but it made no difference.

"I know you have a heavy heart right now but please believe me it is being done for your own good."

"My own good, you know enough about this to say that?" asked Louise suddenly angry and the conversation stopped there with Rosemary stepping out onto the patio and approaching the pair. The doctor let go of Louise’s hand then.

"Come on you two, why so serious? This is Louise’s birthday," said Rosemary with a twinkle in her eye.

"Yes of course," said the doctor letting Louise go.

"Come and open your presents," said Rosemary.

Rosemary was turned out in a dress to rival Louise and two girls waltzed back into the room. Around the cake with fifteen candles was a whole pile of presents for Louise to open.

Aunt Roberta walked over and before Louise could open any, the candles were lit and a chorus of happy birthday was sung. Louise struggled to bend over and blow out the candles but smiled her thanks.

"Come open your presents Louise," said Miss Renton.

"Yes of course," said Louise taking the first from the mountain.

It was small and wrapped in thick brown wrapping paper and tied with string. Louise struggled with the knot using her now long fingernails.

"Here let me help you," said the doctor taking his penknife and cutting the strong cord.

Louise quickly opened the small packet to find that inside was a velvet covered box. Inside that and mounted on a green velvet cushion was a pair of emerald green button earrings and a small note that read. "To Louise, happy birthday and many more to come, love Alasdair."

"Oh thank you," said Louise. "They are very pretty. I will wear them the next time we go riding."

Louise used the doctor’s knife again and again to help open the other stout packages. The presents included a new hat adorned with ostrich feathers from her Aunt Roberta, a pair of fur hand muffs and earmuffs from Rosemary and Mrs Kynoch. "Something to remind you of me on the coldest Winter day," said Rosemary in her card.

Miss Renton’s present was equally useful as she opened up the long narrow case to reveal a sturdy leather riding whip.

"Thank you Miss Renton," said Louise who took the ivory handled stick and fondled it.

"I believe that Helen your maid has a gift for you too, Louise," said Miss Renton.

Inside the plain wrapping paper was a brooch. It was a cameo brooch that Louise recognised instantly that it had belonged to her late mother.

"How did you get this?" asked Louise

"You mother gave it too me on her dying bed. She asked me to look after you but now it seems appropriate that you should have it now," said Helen taking the ornate item and pinning it on Louise’s bodice.

"Thank you," said Louise, "you are so kind. All of you thank you," added Louise bowing her head slightly at each person.

"Come," said Rosemary, "we have so much to discuss, we have not seen each other for nearly two weeks."

The pair took a glass of ginger beer and sat down to chat.

"How are you?" Rosemary asked, "I have thought of you constantly since you stayed at my house."

"Yes? Why?" Louise replied.

"Isn’t it obvious," replied Rosemary.

"Nothing is obvious anymore Rosemary. I love your new dress, you look so grown up today," said Louise. "Your waist training is advancing too, 24" now I see."

"Thank you but not quite 24"," said Rosemary, "I still think about you because I like to consider you as my closest friend."

"Even with my little secret?"

"Particularly with your secret," said Rosemary. "I find it so exciting that you have to pretend to be a girl."

"You do," Louise asked. "Why?"

"Because I have always liked feminine things and I hate masculinity. Men like my stepfather are so aggressive and dominant. My poor mother is in constant fear of him. You on the other hand have a masculine side that is screened off or subdued. I really like that."

"So you don’t mind me dressing as a girl?" Louise replied

"No, I think I would like to help you more," said Rosemary. She was saying the things that Louise really didn’t want to hear.

"Would you not rather that I was really an effeminate boy rather than as I am, a boy in who acts like a girl in skirts?" Louise asked trying to clutch at straws.

"No I want to accept you just as you are. What I see I like," Rosemary smiled. "I just want us to be very good friends. Can you stay at my house this coming weekend. I need some help and advice with clothes and shoes. My cousin Cecily will be staying with us and I want her to meet you."

"I will ask my Aunt, she knows that you know about me and I think that she might allow it," said Louise.

At that point the small band picked up again and Miss Renton went by with the doctor in close attendance to start a dance together.

Louise had a few more dances with the ever willing doctor and each time she left the floor pale, breathless and on the verge of fainting. "My Aunt wants me down to 17" and I can hardly cope with 19". I don’t see how I can do it," said Louise taking regular short panting breaths.

"You will be surprised Louise, your Aunt can get down to 17" but she started her corseting a lot later than you," said the doctor as he returned her to her previous seat beside Rosemary.

Louise drank a little claret and ate some birthday cake and sat erect slowly coming to terms with the realisation that a possible exit route back to malehood through Rosemary was now gone too. As she drank she thought, ‘If Rosemary felt differently I could have used her to leave her house perhaps wearing some of her father’s clothes, but now that wont be possible. I certainly would not get very far in these skirts.’

‘Do I accept this or do I continue to look for ways to escape?’ She thought. ‘I really think that I must try to get away and to lead a normal life as a man again. Rosemary might still be my best chance, only now I wont have her help. Damn!’

‘The only other way out might be while I am out riding. If I could get a change of clothing perhaps I could use the horse to reach the coast and buy a set of male clothes,’ thought Louise. ‘I have to try and get away before it is too late.’ Louise mused suddenly remembering the doctor’s recent words on her growing breasts that had made her shudder.

Louise’s thoughts were broken when Aunt Roberta came up and spoke. "Deep in thought, I see, I hope that you are not harbouring bad thoughts child. I feel that I have punished you enough. My real birthday present to you is that if you will learn to take all the training that is given to you. You will be free to leave here when you come of age at 21."

"Five more years of this!" cried Louise out loud who immediately then apologised for her outburst.

"Yes, I am afraid so. Be grateful I do not hold you until you are 21 as I am minded to do after that little outburst," said Aunt Roberta.

"I am sorry Aunt Roberta, please forgive me," said Louise regretting it deeply.

"Your apology is accepted, come with me," said her Aunt Roberta.

Aunt Roberta led Louise back upstairs to the mysterious room that had always been locked whenever she had passed. Her Aunt reached for a key mounted on a chain around her neck.

It was a narrow room, dark and spooky and Louise’s eyes took some time to adjust to the dim light. Aunt Roberta moved past the large trunks and boxes and opened the heavy lined velvet curtains to let in the last of the late afternoon sunshine.

"This is my secret room. It contains everything that I hold dear and I hope that you will one day become custodian of this key in my place. In here you will find my jewellery, letters from your father while your were in India, clothes and ornaments, pictures and portraits of your ancestors. Inside here you will find detailed ledgers, diaries and books relating to running of the Hamilton Estate."

Louise stared open mouthed at all the pictures on the wall. All her ancestors where female, there wasn’t a picture of a man in the room. Odd she thought that only women should be here. Most were very beautiful and some looked quite manly in appearance.

"Aunt why show me this?" enquired Louise.

"Because one day all this will be yours, you have the right to know what it is you will inherit. However this will only become yours if you learn to obedient. Is that clear?" her Aunt replied.

"Yes I think so," said Louise who looked around more confused than ever.

They went downstairs and back to the party. The doctor was chatting with Rosemary who was briskly fanning herself after a dance with him. Louise watched as Rosemary flirted with the doctor and she immediately joined the couple.

"Doctor I was wondering if you could take me horse riding again?" Louise asked, fluttering her eyelashes slightly.

"Yes I would like that, when can you go?" he asked suddenly melting as he looked at her.

"How about tomorrow?" asked Louise determined to find a new escape route.

"All right I will ask your Aunt for a ride out at 3:00pm tomorrow afternoon," said the doctor.

Rosemary immediately interrupted. "Do you think I could come too?"

"Never fear I will ask," said the Doctor. "Do you have riding clothes?" he asked.

"Yes I can borrow my mother’s clothes," said Rosemary.

The doctor returned beaming. "It seems I have the company of four young ladies tomorrow because Miss Renton and your Aunt have agreed to join us."

Louise felt sick, first Rosemary and then the two women who ruled her life would be coming with them. She wanted to get him alone again to find out more of what was in store for her. That wouldn’t happen now. The party over a little later, farewells were made to both the doctor and Rosemary as Louise headed back towards her room to change for dinner.

Helen was waiting when she arrived. "Please quickly help me change," said Louise abruptly.

"I’ve picked out a lovely dress for you, come let us get you freshened up before dinner," said Helen.

Louise went over to the pretty maid and held her by the waist. "Do you know what’s in store for me? Please tell me if you do."

"I am sorry Louise but I just do not know," said Helen lying.

Louise grabbed her maid harder by her waist and then tried to pull her close. The two women were looking eye to eye as the clinch continued. Carefully and deliberately Louise and Helen kissed tenderly at first and with greater energy until they were pushing each other over onto the bed.

They both stopped and laughed. "It seems we are still more than just a maid and a mistress," said Louise kindly.

"Louise I will be dismissed instantly if we are caught please let me get up," said Helen.

"Yes you are right, we can’t do much more than kiss and cuddle anyway," said Louise and she was allowed to embrace her maid.

When they moved back, Helen could see Louise was in tears and both were soon crying. "Helen I love you so much, please help me escape."

"I love you too but alas I cannot help you, only when your Aunt decides will matters become better for you, I fear," said her maid.

"Why can’t you help me just escape?" Louise asked wiping a tear from Helen’s cheek.

"Because I cannot change your destiny. That destiny is to be a young lady now. Come wipe away your beautiful tears, lets be happy," said Helen still sobbing slightly.

"I think you know more than you will admit," said Louise "but I will not ask any further. I am resigned now but if I find a chance to escape I will take it."

"That would be foolish, you will not escape your destiny. That is your destiny now," said Helen pointing to the pretty evening dress hanging on the wardrobe door and then at Louise herself to indicate that wearing dresses would continue for ever.

"It can’t be unless I want it to be," said Louise.

"It doesn’t matter what you want I am afraid. That does not come into it," said Helen. "Listen to me Louise, accept this do not fight it. It will be better if you do. I cannot explain yet but trust me on this."

Louise started to undo the hooks on the front of the corset and with Helen’s help she was wrapping another around her waist.

"Do not be glum, as Louise you have a lot of friends and admirers, as Lewis you were an uncouth and unpopular youth. You will find that by next year your group of friends will double in size. People like pretty young ladies and make no mistake you are one now."

"Yes that’s true, Louise is much better than Lewis at making friends," said Louise as she made the final touches to her face before going to dinner.

 

 

CHAPTER 17 - The Weeks Pass

Despite Louise’s promise to herself at her birthday, she could not find a way out of her enforced femininity. The herbal hormone therapy continued its work without the natural male hormone production to overcome. Her budding breasts at her birthday did indeed blossom out some six months later. In those days before the invention of the brassiere, the ladies dress and corset provided the support and Louise was grateful for any she could get.

Louise was preparing for her bath on a Saturday evening in late March 1899 and she was able to take a good look at her body. Her luxuriously shiny hair was now growing down the middle of her back and was full and curly. Her face had no signs of facial hair and her eyebrows had been carefully and skilfully shaped.

She raised her hands to her waist and noted that indeed she was down to a 18" waist as her Aunt had predicted it would be. Her hips in contrast had grown a couple of inches wider and her chest size had grown to give a pronounced hour glass figure.

Her scrotum had shrunk and her little penis was no more than an exit hole for urine. It was now firmly part of the scrotum and could no longer become erect.

Over the six months she had grown a little in height and her legs now looked long and slender. She now found it unbearable to walk in anything other than high heels and she had even asked her Aunt for some special riding boots to be made because of that problem.

Her feet were also well deformed and she could no longer feel any pain while wearing size six shoes and boots.

In her ears she sported the Doctor’s emerald earrings while on her left hand she wore his ring. Yes, she had agreed to marry the doctor when he had proposed to her at the hunt ball. They had agreed to marry after she had reached the age of 16. Consequently she was preparing to get ready to meet with her fiancé for a ride in his carriage.

"I need to get ready quickly," she said to Helen who was now her full time companion rather than just her maid.

The pair started to get ready. First Louise sat on her dressing table stool and Helen began her magic tying up her hair into a tight bundle of curls. Into that she wove some small linen flowers. Then it was over to the lacing machine. Her corset firmly attached, the lacing regime had worked and Louise was able to take tight lacing in her stride now. She would often prompt to go tighter but her maid resisted saying that what she had was more than sufficient. It was still uncomfortable of course but with Louise now down to her minimum waistline it was no longer the struggle it had been.

The waist of the dress she was going to wear was 18" and Louise found that she would be almost comfortable at that level. Her friend Rosemary had also used the lacing machine and she was now down below 20" for the first time a few days earlier.

Louise had been good since the time of her birthday and had been encouraged in all things feminine. The silk stockings were pulled up and attached to the garters followed by the boots. The dress was last and it was an ornate affair. The style had softened over the winter with extensive use of satin and lace on the bodice. The skirts were longer with no gap between the floor and the hem. Louise would need to lift her skirt to avoid dirt on the grass outside. She was ready and raring to go.

"How do I look Helen?" she smiled.

"Very pretty, the doctor will be hard put to keep his hands off you," said Helen.

"He will have to keep his hands off me and wait until I have come of age," she replied pulling on a pair of tight leather gloves.

"Your Doctor is a proper gentleman, you have no need to fear him," said Helen.

"I do not know about that, he is a man and men tend to have one thing on their minds," said Louise. "How is your John, Helen?" she continued.

"Oh he is fine," said Helen referring to her recent romance with the Butler.

"Good I am glad you have found someone," said Louise getting to her feet for the first time. The skirt was longer and she immediately picked up the hem.

"You act and move so naturally Louise," said Helen watching her charge glide towards the door.

"It helps to have a good teacher," said Louise who stopped to have one last look and primp in the mirror. The feathered hat was attached with pins while the face net was stretched over her chin. There was a large smile on Louise’s face when she looked in the mirror and then she looked down at Helen and hugged her close.

"Thank you Helen," said Louise.

"Just one more thing," said Helen and she lifted the hat net and dabbed some rouge on Louise’s rounded cheeks.

Rushing down the stairs was one thing that Louise no longer did, but her rapid steps established herself in the arms of the doctor. They kissed briefly before he helped her don her fur trimmed jacket while she tied the ribbon of her bonnet under her chin.

They held hands as they made their way down the long steps to the driveway and the carriage and horses waiting patiently. Louise looked up at the windows of the big house and was sure she caught sight of a woman at the nursery window.

 

 

CHAPTER 18 - The Housewife

The carriage stopped outside a small house in the main street of the local market town. The doctor jumped down and quickly and carefully helped Louise alight from the carriage. The house was a simple stone built bungalow with no fancy architecture. Outside was the bright newly painted sign.

"Doctor’s Surgery."

Alasdair led Louise into the house and gave her a guided tour of the house before leading her into his new surgery. The house had three bedrooms a modest kitchen and two public and one private room to the rear overlooking an enclosed garden.

"Welcome to my new surgery, Louise. This is where I will practice as the town doctor shortly," said Alasdair. "What do you think? This is where we will live as man and wife."

"I think it is very nice but it needs some work to put it right," she replied looking around the Spartan room.

"Well I agree this is just a house now, will you help me turn it into a home?" he asked.

"What can I do?" She asked back.

"Well you could oversee the decoration and organise the furniture and furnishings needed. That would give you something to do and it might give a feminine touch to what has been an old gentleman’s house for many years," he replied.

"You mean you just bought this house?" Louise asked suddenly taking an even greater interest in her surroundings. "You want me to help you with the decoration?" she fired a supplemental question to Alasdair before he could reply.

"Yes and yes," he replied.

"I would not know where to begin," said Louise.

"I will be here to help but you will have complete control over a several hundred pounds to fund the work," said Alasdair. "What do you think?"

"What do I think? I am greatly flattered that you think I can possibly help you with this project. Of course I want to help," and she reached forward and kissed him on the lips across the desk.

"It will make a change from living at the big house but there will be plenty to do for a young doctor’s wife here. Keeping and maintaining lists of patients and appointments. Taking messages and dispensing some medicines," he said. "Are you game?"

"Yes I would like to try. I want our house to be a happy home unlike at Aunt Roberta’s," she replied. "Can Helen come and stay with me while I work here?"

"Yes I will ask your Aunt, If she comes here, will you have it finished in time for our wedding?".

"Here is a note pad and pencil. Go from room to room and compile a list of your requirements," he said to her. "When you are done, it will be up to you to obtain the items from local shops and even from Edinburgh or London if necessary."

Louise’s eyes shot forward with the mention of the two big cities. It seemed that she might be given an opportunity to escape handed to her on a plate. Then a lot had happened since her birthday, Louise had grown to accept her discomfort, her love for Alasdair had grown and she was thrilled with his love for her.

"I am sure that if everything is freely available then I should be able to make ourselves a fine little home in time," she said smiling.

Then suddenly Louise’s mood changed and she became serious. "Alasdair, you know I love you but we have never, you know, made love other than cuddle and kiss. There is no one around wouldn’t you like to make love to me now?"

"I would like that more than anything to make love to you Louise," said Alasdair smiling, "but?"

"But?" Louise replied.

"But you are still young and I will not and cannot have intimate contact with you until you have reached the proper age and we are married," he said.

"We can still kiss though, can’t we?" she replied.

"Oh yes," he said and with no chaperone both kissed hard and long. Louise suddenly found herself being lifted onto her feet and she was easily forced back against the surgery couch.

"Oh Louise, I would dearly like to make love to you, but this inner restraint I have prevents me," said Alasdair looking into her eyes. "It will have to wait until after our wedding," he continued.

"I have no objections, Alasdair, perhaps I should not encourage this but I would dearly like to feel you inside me. Wouldn’t you like help me undress?" she teased.

"Yes I would but I mustn’t, we have just a short time to wait until our wedding, then we will be able to do so," he continued.

Instead he helped himself to some more kisses and the pair embraced deeply.

Louise and Alasdair eventually came up for air and embraced warmly. Louise falling in love with he who had been instrumental in her change from boyhood, could feel no anger against the charming man.

"Alasdair, I have to ask, you could have had any spinster in the parish why choose me?" Louise asked arranging and smoothing her ruffled dress.

"Because I have loved you from the first time I met you so many months ago. I have had affairs with other men before but as you might know homosexuality is a crime in this country and I have had to be very careful. Otherwise a prison sentence may result."

Suddenly Louise saw clearly how her Aunt had a hold over Alasdair.

"My Aunt knows about your predilection?" Doesn’t she?" Louise asked shocked at this turn of events.

"Yes I had an affair with a young footman called David in her service and she found out quite by chance a couple of years ago. She said that she wouldn’t report me but said that when she was ready she would require my assistance at a moment’s notice. I was not happy with your treatment Louise, ethically and morally it was wrong but I do believe you will find it for the best," Alasdair replied.

"So she coerced you against your will to give me those treatments, does she have any other surprises in store for me and you?" Louise asked.

"That will become apparent at your birthday," he announced. "Do not ask me more."

"If you say you love me, you must tell me everything. No secrets please," Louise replied.

"I cannot. I hate to do this to you my lovely little one but I cannot, your Aunt would have me imprisoned and ruined," he replied sounding desperately unhappy.

"I understand," said Louise. "I also see your fascination with me, you would like to have a relationship with a man but cannot risk the shame. Since I dress as a woman all the time, our wedding will give you what you crave. Am I correct?" she demanded.

"Partly," said Alasdair. "It crossed my mind in the early days, but I see a new you emerging. You are not a boy in a dress anymore. You are a woman now. I will do everything in my power to respect your every wish. You will find me a less than demanding partner."

"I hope that you will make love to me often Alasdair," she replied smiling. "I do not want you to find gratification with other men, only with me, is that understood?"

"Yes Louise of course," said Alasdair happily.

"Now that’s settled, you can take me home but first I must see my good friend Rosemary," said Louise. Alasdair locked up his little cottage and helped Louise back into the carriage.

"Why do we need to go to Rosemary’s house?" he asked after starting the horse into motion.

"Because I am going to ask her to be my bridesmaid," said Louise smiling through her veil.

"Ah I wondered who you would choose, I would ask my friend the minister to be my best man but he will conduct the service. I have written to a surgeon friend in Edinburgh asking if he would consent to be my best man," replied Alasdair.

"When he is here, I will ask him to examine you and see if there is anything that can be done with what is left of your little problem," he continued.

"You will do no such thing Alasdair," Louise raising her voice and unhappy at the thought of further mutilation of her body. "If I can live like this, then so must you."

"It is just that he is so skilful that he might be able to fashion a female entrance between your legs," he replied.

"No and that’s the end to this discussion," Louise stamped her foot and that startled the horse a little giving Alasdair some problems controlling the animal.

"Very well," said Alasdair somewhat disappointed.

On the way back to Winton House, Louise was in a happier mood knowing that Rosemary had been delighted to accept the invitation to be her bridesmaid. For one thing, Rosemary would need to be fitted out with a beautiful gown to match that of Louise.

 

 

CHAPTER 19 - The Wedding

It was a cold and blustery day when Louise walked slowly down the isle to meet her new husband. She wore the finest and most feminine dress and she smiled as she reached Alasdair at the altar. He held her hand and they exchanged their wedding vows. Louise promised to keep her new husband happy as he lifted her wedding veil and kissed her on the lips.

As she walked slowly back down the aisle, Miss Renton and her Aunt smiled at her. Louise smiled back she was truly happy to be Alasdair’s wife and to leave their control at last.

Over the last few months, her Aunt’s control and training had continued. She had acquired all the mannerisms, language and body language of a well-bred woman. She spent hours on her embroidery, she had pursued and bought items of furniture and decoration for her new house.

She had even gone unescorted to Edinburgh to buy items and returned with the items she wanted. This success had obviously caught Alasdair’s attention and admiration. On her first trip to Edinburgh she had thought of absconding or running away. Then she realised how futile it would be. It would be pointless, she was a young woman now and could never go back to being a boy again. What man could she become? It just wouldn’t be possible to revert back to Lewis. It was just too late now.

Slowly she had devoted her energies towards creating a home for herself and her new husband. She had encountered some problems such as the non-delivery of paint and she had dealt with it efficiently and promptly. She had the house ready for the two of them or would it be three?

Rosemary who caught Louise’s bouquet and who had attached herself to the by now handsome Jim Partridge had spent several nights with Louise. Both had become lovers and confidantes with Louise preferring Rosemary’s feminine softness to Alasdair’s masculine hard body.

Of course Louise had been intimate with Rosemary and the two girls had an obvious bond of love between each other.

The wedding party returned to Winton House for the post wedding feast. A whole array of carriages set out in the worsening weather. As the couple left the church yard a traditional scatter of coins was thrown in the small crowd of children who gathered outside the church gates.

As they scrambled to pick up the farthings, half pennies and pennies that Alasdair released, Louise looked radiantly happy, she screamed with delight like the children who soon had bulging pockets full of copper coins.

The trip back to house was uneventful and she looked out her window at the imposing building as it loomed into view. It was covered in flags and bunting in celebration of her wedding. How ironic she though that her happiest day at Winton House would also be her last.

She descended the steps of the large coach to warm applause from the assembled servants. She looked radiant amidst the gloom and threatening sky. Quickly she was indoors despite her hobble underskirt under her voluminous wedding dress. She and Alasdair welcomed each guest in turn.

The final formalities were the cutting of a three-tier wedding cake followed by a first dance together. Alasdair expertly guided Louise over the floor and she melted in his arms as he took command of the dance. At the end as the 100 or so guests applauded, they kissed long, hard and passionately.

"I love you Alasdair Jones, I am happy to be your wife now," said Louise in his ear as the crowd continued their applause.

Alasdair calmed them down and then welcomed them formally to partake of the food and drink. To dance and also to thank everyone for their good wishes and wedding presents. Louise and Alasdair mingled and talked though Louise soon realised what it meant to kiss the bride as everyone aimed their lips at her lips and cheeks.

Suddenly she caught sight of her Aunt Roberta coming towards her. She wanted to run and hide but realising the futility of that action she started to walk towards her.

"I know that today is your wedding day and should be the happiest day of your life but I would like you to follow me to the library. We have so much to discuss," her Aunt said.

Louise bid farewell to her husband and could sense that this meeting was planned or arranged. In their tight skirts, the two slowly walked into the library and Aunt Roberta locked the door to prevent any possible disturbance. The two faced one another and Louise could sense that something special was about to happen.

"Louise, I am very sorry," said Aunt Roberta after walking slowly around the room again and turning to face her ward.

"Sorry Aunt," asked Louise.

"Yes sorry for what has been done to you over these past months. It has been entirely necessary, I am afraid."

"Then why did you do it?"

"Please sit and I will tell you," said her Aunt who paused and took a deep breath. She looked around the library looking at the tall shelves of leather bound books and everywhere except at Louise. There was water welling up in her eyes as she faced Louise a few feet away.

"About three hundred and fifty years ago, the Scottish army suffered its biggest defeat at the hands of the English at the battle of Flodden. The best nobles and strongest knights in the country were cut down that day. It was a massacre. Thousands died."

"Yes I know, Miss Renton gave me a history lesson on that very subject a few weeks ago."

"When King James fled the field he was pursued by the English soldiers and had to take up a disguise to elude capture. Somewhat effeminate in nature, the King was aided by your forebear Catherine Hamilton who provided the disguise of female clothing from her small cottage. The King was set to work washing clothes with his long flowing hair tied in a female style while wearing Catherine’s usual working clothes."

"The English soldiers in a hurry to capture the King of Scots gave the two women just a cursory glance and left them to their chores. Later that same grateful King later gave her this 3000 acre estate on which we now live. There was one unusual condition attached to the gift though," Aunt Roberta paused.

"Yes Aunt?"

"The king required that because it had been a woman that had helped save his life, then the estate should be handed down to the first female born in each generation otherwise it would automatically revert back to the crown. If there was no female heir then all of this would be lost," said Aunt Roberta with a wave of the hand.

Louise had begun to see where all this was leading. However more revelations awaited.

"As you can see, the Hamiltons have not been idle, they worked hard and built up a thriving agricultural business. This house and the riches that surround it are the result. To lose all of this because of some restriction in the title was something that could not be countenanced. For many generations, the Hamilton’s were able to provide a female heir and if the girl was the fourth child or the first she became the legal heir to the estate. Many of your male ancestors left to seek their fortunes in the colonies and the empire as a result. Any intending husband had to lose his surname to keep the Hamilton family name going," she paused and walked around the room again.

"Before I continue, I should point out that my real name is Robert and not Roberta," said his Aunt.

Louise’s jaw dropped in astonishment, "you mean that you are like me? A man who dresses as a woman?"

"Yes, I am just like you, I have had to dress like a woman for the past 20 years to keep this house in the Hamilton name," said his Aunt.

"Why was that necessary?" Louise asked her face beginning to show concern.

"All of that changed about 35 years ago at the time your father was born. My little brother Alexander or Alexandra depending upon which birth certificate you look at. The childbirth went terribly wrong and as a result my mother was unable to have any more children and it was impossible that we would have any sisters to join us."

"As the youngest it was decided that it would be easier if your father was raised as a girl from the start and this was done. Through time he became just like you and never spent a day in male clothes. However when he reached the age of 16 he met your mother at church one day and between them they plotted and decided to run away. After some time on board some coastal ships as a young officer, he joined the army. He and she were obviously well suited and I can see why he would want to turn his back on all this. Well as you know they both died in India leaving you to become the heir to this estate but only if you were a girl."

"Your father had informed me by letter that you were due to be born. I told him to make sure that your Indian birth certificate would show your sex as female so it was easy to get the authorities to produce one here with that sex showing. You are the female heir to this estate and now you see why you must remain a woman now."

"Aunt why didn’t you tell me all this before?"

"Because I felt that you would do what your father did and leave here forever and we would lose this place when I die," her Aunt replied.

"Why did you dress up as a woman?"

"Obviously I had to make some contingencies in case you never came back and found that my father had lied in my birth certificate and announced that I was female too. So after your father left, all the servants were dismissed and the house was closed up and we went to live in London. We lived there for many years living on the income from this estate. Your Grandfather would make regular trips up here to keep an eye on matters but he would not stay more than a few days. When I moved to London I had to change into a girl and we lived like that for many years until their health started to fail about five years ago."

"They so wanted to return home here to see out their final days. I looked after them like the daughter that they had made me become. They died within a few weeks of one another and both are now buried in the local churchyard. You may have noticed that none of our servants are from the local area as I recruited all our servants from London where we lived and brought them back here. They all now know me as the tyrant Roberta and not the gay and debonair Robert," said Aunt Roberta with a surprise male laugh.

"Miss Renton and the Doctor. What is their involvement in all this?" Asked Louise fascinated with this openness from this normally hard and uncaring woman.

"Both know the full story and my hope is that your marriage to the good Doctor will be a success and that you will do everything in your power to make him truly happy. Now obviously you cannot get pregnant but my dear friend Jane has agreed to act as a surrogate mother. I know Alasdair is completely captivated by you Louise, he loves you deeply and I think that he will prove to be a worthy husband for you."

"Jane will return to London during her confinement and you will change your appearance as your pregnancy continues. Shortly before your due date, you too will go south to London and exchange your pillow or water bag for Jane’s baby."

"You will return here with the child and the Hamilton dynasty will continue. I do not want to lose this house and land, our family have put ten generations of real effort into this ground to lose it now," said Aunt Roberta with anxiety in her face.

"So I will become a mother to Jane and the doctor’s child?" she asked suddenly realising the implications.

"Yes, Jane will return in a couple of years to act as the child’s governess if the child is a girl," said Aunt Roberta.

"What happens if it is a boy?" asked Louise concerned.

"We will love the child obviously but if we must, we will do it again," said Roberta. "And again until we succeed and a girl is produced."

There was a soft knocking sound at the door, and Aunt Roberta opened it. In walked Jane with Alasdair and he rushed to Louise’s side and took her hand.

"So my dear, you know the story of the Hamilton’s deceit and deception that you must help to put right. Obviously we have a great interest in the wealth of this estate and we would intend to make sure that you will do all that is required," said the doctor. "My name will be Alasdair Jones in professional circles but our wedding certificate shows that I adopted your name Hamilton."

"The herbal mixtures, the feminisation and the sterilisation all have had the desired effect you wanted to achieve. Anyone who sees me will think that I am nothing else but a pretty young girl," said Louise. "There are just one or two complications however. All of the servants saw me arrive as a boy and Rosemary knows my condition. How will you explain that?"

"Even when you arrived as a boy, it was explained that your luggage had become mixed up with another passenger and that you had been dressing up as a boy ever since. Your hair was long and the transformation since then back into a girl was to be expected. Helen your maid has been told to expect rapid promotion when you are the mother of a child. She will become your Nanny at a vastly increased salary," said Roberta.

"What of Rosemary?"

"That may prove to be more difficult but there is little doubt that she is infatuated with you, she knows your sex is not what it appears. She is fascinated with you and she will become your close friend in the same way that Jane here is with me. Like Lesbian lovers. It will be your job to make sure that she becomes your closest friend and will not do anything to hurt you."

"Do I need to explain all this?" she asked.

"No not now, just be like the girlfriend she needs. We will offer to give her deportment lessons, schooling in the feminine arts, horse riding and fine clothes that her mean stepfather cant afford in return for her companionship with you," replied Aunt Roberta.

"That would appear to be that then," said Louise. "Even if I wanted to I can never go back to being a boy or a man again. I will be like this until I die. I will be a devoted mother and housewife. I will have so much to learn. I will have to get used to wearing corsets and dresses."

"Does that displease you?" Jane asked.

"I can’t say, all this is too much to consider."

"But the thought of dressing as a girl now is not all that unpleasant, you have a man who loves you, I and your Aunt will love you more each day and of course your Helen and Rosemary will be constant companions," said Jane.

Alasdair silent now then tightened his grip on Louise’s tight leather gloved hand and whisked her around to face him. "I will always cherish you as my wife." He said.

"I know you will," said Louise and that the couple kissed as Miss Renton and her Aunt rose and strode toward them.

"Welcome Louise Hamilton, the future heir of the Winton House estate," and all three congratulated her with kisses on the lips and cheeks.

 

 

CHAPTER 20 - The Nuptials

The group gathered round as her Aunt removed a ring from her left hand and placed it on her Louise’s now gloveless finger. "This ring shows that you are the rightful heiress of this estate," said her Aunt. "I hope that you will treat it well when your time comes to look after it."

"I will Aunt, I promise," said Louise and the two women kissed again.

On her left hand she wore her gold wedding band, her engagement ring and now her heiress ring to signify that she would receive her inheritance on the death of Aunt Roberta.

"Come we must drink a toast to our new heiress and to this couple," said Jane happier than she had ever been or so it seemed to Louise.

They emerged into the light of the wedding reception with the guests dancing, eating and drinking in celebration. The Scottish country dancing was a great success with the fiddlers providing an unstoppable rhythm that was hard to resist and soon the newly married couple were dancing away to an eightsome reel.

Her training paying off, Louise was comfortable as she could be and was radiant as she danced with partner after partner.

At around 10:00pm Louise was able to sneak away upstairs to her room where she found her new going away dress. Reluctantly she with Helen’s help quickly removed her wedding dress and stepped into her new dress.

Helen checked her stays and helped button up the dress. A change of shoes for her usual high heel boots brought no moans or groans. Her feet were used to that footwear now.

She moved downstairs to find Alasdair changed into a dark tweed jacket and trousers holding some of the many unopened wedding presents in his hand.

The pair went into the reception hall and bade farewell and then set off under a barrage of confetti out to the coach and horses that awaited them.

Louise had no idea what Alasdair had planned but she sat back hard against the cushions of the luxurious vehicle with Alasdair grasping her hand to his lips.

"Louise, I want to make you so happy," he said. "You will enjoy being my wife."

"I know I will be happy, I could not wish for a better man to be my husband," she declared back. "Where are we going now?" she asked.

"That is my little surprise or should I say your Aunt’s," said Alasdair.

The coachman cracked his whip and soon was thundering out of the gate. Using a road unknown to Louise, the coach turned off the main toll road and pounded up a small dark country lane. They disembarked and the coachman unloaded the luggage and gifts into a small stone built cottage. It had been made warm and homely with a roaring log fire.

"Well here we are," said Alasdair. "Welcome to your honeymoon cottage."

"It is lovely," agreed Louise who was amazed at the food and sweets piled up around the room.

"We could stay here for weeks and not starve," he declared.

"I hope not, I want to get to our own house, there is still much to do, if I am to be a housewife now," said Louise.

"Time enough for that, first things first," said Alasdair siding up to her.

"Why Alasdair, I do believe you want to do something interesting now," she laughed. "Are you sure that it is legal what you intend to do this night?"

"I do not care about legality," he cried. "I want to make love to you now with all my being. I just hope that you will do the same to me."

He lifted her up and into his strong arms and carried her to the bedroom. She kicked the door open with her boots and soon was lying on the large quilted bed.

Soon her skirts were hitched up and out of the way and Louise found herself staring at Alasdair’s erect member for the first time. She had never ever seen such an erect penis before despite all her years with her father in the army. At first Louise was jealous of his maleness. A maleness that had been denied her. She grasped his shaft and rubbed it up and down bringing Alasdair even more erect.

"Just a moment," he said as reached into his coat and pulled out a small glass pot of petroleum jelly that he then smeared all over his aching rod.

Louise by this time had doubled over at the waist and had bent over the bed with her high heeled shoes firmly planted apart on the ground. The doctor approached with his penis looking menacing as Louise suddenly thought of the act that she would be undertaking in the name of love.

Louise’s rear was tight and the doctor had to be patient to gain access. After 15 minutes of effort and persuasion Alasdair’s penis was fully home and Louise gasped with surprise at the effect he was having on her body. With each thrust, Louise was becoming more and more turned on by the experience. Her hands supporting her body stopped her being pushed and pulled around as first he inserted and then withdrew.

This went on for ten minutes with both parties starting to sweat and groan. Surprisingly it was Louise who came first, Alasdair’s movements providing sufficient stimulation to make the new girl shudder with delight in a whole body flush of enjoyment. Second later Alasdair then released his seed and Louise felt that surge deep inside her. Alasdair put his head beside hers and they cuddled and kissed as his penis slowly began to shrink inside her.

The couple lay back on the soft bed covers and Alasdair helped Louise out of her clothes taking off her corset and underclothes. Soon she was completely naked and Alasdair marvelled at her feminine curves. Her breasts drooped without the upward support while her waist training ensured that even without her corset she was a good 20" round. Her hips were wide while her thighs were plump and rubbed together when she walked.

Louise feigned difficulty with her long smooth nails when she tried to remove her two pearl drop earrings and Alasdair duly obliged.

She brushed out her long hair behind her back and donned a satin night dress that felt so smooth on her white tender skin. He started to become aroused as she continued to brush out her hair and Alasdair was soon taking her once again.

He placed his hands all over body, moving them as he pleased on her legs, her tiny nub and again and again on her breasts. He flipped her over on to her stomach and then mounted her again. This time it was easier and both found release within minutes. Alasdair making sure that Louise’s enjoyment should be before his.

He pulled out and rolled her over onto her back and teased her legs apart. He looked and then examined the remnants of Louise’s penis and found that at half an inch long it would no longer function as nature intended. There was no ejaculate visible and it was no longer capable of any erections.

"Louise, you can see that your male sex organ no longer functions other than as a pee-hole. In my estimation, you would probably be better off without it. I know a top surgeon at the Royal Infirmary in Edinburgh. I am sure that he could easily give you something that will pass as a female vagina without too much difficulty."

"Would it hurt?" she asked.

"Yes it would hurt a little but I would control the pain with morphia until you healed," he replied.

"I am not sure that this is necessary Alasdair," said Louise. "I don’t mind being the way I am now. Until tonight, it has been so long since I had any form of sexual release I have quite forgotten what all the fuss was all about. However you have shown that some form of release is possible."

"That may be the case Louise, however you are my wife and I would like to give you the opportunity to experience sex as a woman," said the Doctor. "I have recently corresponded with that good surgeon in Edinburgh and it seems he recently performed surgery on a hermaphrodite."

"A hermaphrodite?" quizzed Louise

"Yes someone with both sets of sexual organs," replied Alasdair.

"What happened?" Asked Louise beginning to straighten herself up and adjust her clothing.

"Any remaining vestiges of maleness were removed in a quick procedure," he replied.

"I do not think so," she replied.

"If you ever change your mind then let me know," said Alasdair yawning.

Soon the two rolled over together and cuddled in the warm duck feather bed until they fell fast asleep. Louise happy to be out of the clutches of Aunt Roberta at last but at what a price!

The end.

 

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