I love the pix the author added to show the ladies' curves. Bustles fascinate me. And the hourglass figures. Thanks a lot.

In regard to my previous comment, I apologise; I failed to take into account the very last sentence:

<<   Louise happy to be out of the clutches of Aunt Roberta at last but at what a price!  >>

To me, this indicates that Louise was indeed merely playing a role of loving wife and that she had not succumed to Stockholm Syndrome, brainwashed into loving Aunt Roberta and  Allistar.  Hopefully, she IS planning her revenge.

I liked the story, but not the ending.  From the story:

<<  "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.  >>

This would be how I would continue from the above point:

LOUIS could contain himself no longer.  "Of course it displeases me!  You have robbed me of my inheritance as a man to secure yours of riches.  You were right not to tell me, as I would surely have followed my father's example.  Well, you have won ( *For the moment*  HE thought. ) By the physical changes you have forced upon me, you have made it impossible for me to ever function as a male in our society.  I will go along with your plans because it seems I have no other choice, but do not think I love or even have a liking for any of you because of them.  I especially despise you, Helen, who I believed loved me, and you, Allistar, who should have helped me, yet you both have betrayed me.  Helen, if you chose to stay, we will have no further contact other than that dictated by our outward situations; Allistar, your love for Louise is a selfish one, taking no account of what Louis, the rightful owner of this body, desired and still desires.  I will be your wife in name and outward demeanor, but do not even think of taking husbandly 'rights' with me.  Leave me now, all of you!  I say again, You have won and will recieve your worldly rewards at my expense.  I will play the part and I will not run."  (*But I WILL have satisfaction.* HE thought, and began to plan HER revenge.)

This author’s work is, at times, fascinating and engrossing.  The two stories I have read (“The Inheritance” and the Julliette series) both began with great promise, but as I read on I was, well…disappointed, especially with the Julliette stories.  First, the positive: the author has the ability to hold one’s interest; there was never the temptation to quit reading altogether.  The predicament’s Julian and Lewis found themselves in were captivating, and the overall plots were titillating if not altogether believable.  One always wanted to read on to experience what was next, but…what could have been a great read was marred by inconsistencies and very sloppy editing.

I certainly would not expect great literature on a site such as this, but I often felt I was reading a first draft, slapped out in haste before breakfast.  Fractured syntax, poor grammar, misspelled words, incomplete sentences, laughably bad punctuation (are commas being rationed?) were the norm, especially in the Julliette stories.  Based on the non-American spelling, I assume the author is British, and most probably a Scot.  Previously, I had always assumed the Brits to be superior to us poor colonials in the English department; now, I am not so sure.
 
But more troubling than the English deficiencies were the muddled, inconsistent, often unbelievable story lines.  One minute the poor boy was declaring his undying love for some attractive girl, the next minute running off to marry some man: Louise loved Helen and Rosemary, but for some unexplained reason married the doctor; Julliette loved Leila, yet inexplicably married the highly undesirable middle-aged Scotsman, Gordon.  (What happened to Julian’s concern for his parents and their disgrace from their son marrying a man?   Why did Leila—after Sir Iain  promised to discredit the Scotsman—suddenly acquiesce to Gordon bedding Julliette?)  Julliette, after being kidnapped, was incredibly incurious as to how Gordon almost instantly located her place of detention in all of London, and incurious how the police could—out of all the people in London—immediately detect that the man and woman fleeing Alex’s house were Gordon and Julliette.  Why did the headmistress of St. Denis accept into her exclusive school with open arms three undocumented, unmatriculated, freeloading girls who appeared out of nowhere and stayed on for months?  How was it that no one in St. Denis asked about or remarked upon the fact that two supposedly unrelated girls, Julliette Smythe and (her sister) June Smythe, looked so much alike?  I could go on, but I suspect you get the point.

Nevertheless, the author comes up with imaginative plots.  If she can tighten up her writing, she has the potential to spin some good yarns well worth reading.

Quite simply the best story on Storysite. Brilliant!