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by: Anne Browning
Through the large bay window that overlooked the circular carriageway, she could see the Landau that had delivered her. During the drive from the station the sun had been warm on her shoulders but that did not disguise the coldness of the morning. Evident in the steam still drifting from the six carriage horses as Lady Beatrice's luggage was unloaded and carried to the guest room.
The door opened behind her as Lady Claire, Countess of Dorincourt swept into the room. As usual she looked magnificent, her gown complimenting a slim figure and the white blonde hair twisted into a fashionable knot high on her head. It made her look taller, the very simplicity creating an elegance.
"I'm sorry my dear, I did want to be here to greet you, but that silly maid of mine managed to ruin my hair and it had to be redone." Her accent was almost, but not quite English. Her American origins barely evident on some words and phrases.
"Please Claire, don't apologize. You must remember your position, you are the mother of an Earl, the Dowager Countess. I should be curtsying to you. You're far superior to a mere Viscountess. Many of our nobility insist upon the etiquette even amongst closest friends."
"Beatrice you are joking! I hope? Having to curtsey to a friend I wouldn't hear of it. Now please let me ring for some tea. There is some time before lunch, I presume Marriot has taken care of your servant."
"Thank you my dear, I'd love some. It was a surprise to find a female butler, she looks very attractive in her uniform and may I thank you for the very kind invitation, I'm glad to be away from Mayfair at this time."
"Oh Marriot, she is very good. I do recommend the change; the estate is so much easier to run with a woman's touch. I decided an all woman estate would be best for Cedric and it has wonderful since the change, Marriot is so efficient, yet there is no bickering or complaining from below stairs. Now my dear how are you?" Claire looked at her friend, normally so happy and charming, Lady Beatrice appeared preoccupied and worried. A frown was present beneath the auburn hair, and her shoulders lacked the upright carriage, normally a trademark of her slim petite figure.
Seated and sipping from the thin china, they immediately drifted into talk about their sons.
"Your letter said that Lord Cedric has turned into a very charming son, a real Mother's boy I think you said?"
"As you well know Beatrice, Cedric was not always so well behaved and polite."
The dowager Baroness Fairfax looked very elegant in her Worth gown of forest green Panne velvet, the fitted boned bodice had an ombre beaded panel which matched the detail on the wrist panels of the fitting sleeves. Her cream blouse was of fine Venetian lace and from the high collar a deep jabot draped across her high breasts.
Lady Claire smoothed the skirt of her gown, and considered that she had made the correct choice, Beatrice's Worth was too fussy. Her cream silk Redford in a princess style was decorated with openwork flowers was simply but subtly styled and far more suited to an informal visit. Despite the high standup collar it was quite comfortable to wear.
"I was aware you were having difficulty Claire, which surprised me. For previously he was a most polite and well-mannered boy. Well I shouldn't be calling Cedric a boy now, he's had his twenty first birthday I believe?"
"Last month Beatrice, while you were in Venice, with David."
"That is why I've come down Claire, I dont know what to do I'm so worried. David, he is destroying our family. I always thought my son would have a sense of loyalty, put family before all else. I could not have been more mistaken."
"I thought the episode with Justice Brightwell had stopped his waywardness. I thought you'd persuaded him to give him a lesson. Didn't he spend a night in Ludgate?"
"Less than two hours my dear, their lawyer was at the gates almost the moment he entered and had him freed. After that there has been no holding him. Despite the Judge's good intentions to give him a fright, it had the opposite effect. Now he believes the law cannot touch him. David knows I was behind it, and his behaviour towards me is quite shocking."
"Oh Beatrice, I' m so sorry." Said Lady Claire touching her friends arm.
"He is with a group calling themselves the Hellfire Club, a horrible group of young aristocrats with no real purpose but to cause mischief. Sir Robert Peel and his men have charged several of them for serious offences, drug taking, kidnapping young servant girls, and the like. So far with the influence they wield they have avoided any convictions, but their behavior is becoming more threatening. Last week one of my maids, Susan my prettiest one came to me in tears saying David had raped her. I have her recuperating with a nurse, she was in a terrible state, and she is pregnant. I tackled David; I was furious and very upset. All he did was laugh at me."
"She is only a servant, he said. " "What has made it worse that Susan, although she not aware of it , is the illegitimate daughter of the Cedrics grandfather. It happened twenty years ago and he refused to acknowledge her. Her mother was a gentlewoman, the daughter of a clergyman and when he discovered she was with child cast her from his household. It was while I was pregnant so I could understand her plight. I took her mother in and she helped wet nurse David. She was a very good and loyal maid and I was so sorry when she passed away a few months ago. The girl is from good stock, which makes the whole affair so much worse. Although it causes me terrible pain to say this son is an absolute scoundrel.
Since the death of Charles he has shown his true nature, he has always been wayward, but dear Charles seemed to be able to control him. There was always a sense of wickedness about him; he liked torturing the some of the pets, and despite our pleas and the later punishment we could never completely stop him. He was cruel to the servants and was sent down from school. His father managed to keep him under control, over the years and I was sure it was just a stage he was going through. After Charles's he has got worse and worse now I just cannot connect with him. I've lost all control and had too accept that my son is quite wicked."
"Wicked that's a very strong term Beatrice."
"I know fully well what I'm saying my dear. I'm suffering great anguish, in accepting my son is not only wicked but he does not appear to have any morals or conscience."
Oh Beatrice he can't be that bad. Surely you can cut off his allowance, that I'm sure would bring him to his senses."
"Claire if it were that simple, I would have done it some time ago. Unfortunately in trying to build a sense of responsibility in the boy, Charles gave him his own very generous payment from a trust fund that and there is little I can do. He gambles, smokes opium, and finds excitement from carrying out the most reprehensible acts. Try as I might to talk sense into him, he just ignores it. He just thumbs his nose at authority. Sir Robert has warned me he is an instigator in the Hellfire group, the police are no longer prepared to let them continue, and they are determined to trap the group and make an example of them. I just can't let our family be destroyed by one rotten apple. I'm sorry to go on so much, but I haven't been able to talk to anyone else, and the whole situation is becoming desperate. If you can offer any help I'd be very grateful."
"Oh my dear Beatrice I'm so sorry I had no idea. Possibly there is a solution, I did have some problems with Ceddy' after his Grandfather died. I won't even try to pretend they were in the same league as yours, but believe me I was in despair, until my accidental meeting with Dr. Elsa Bruce. That was the most fortuitous encounter and it changed the lives of Ceddy and I."
A loving Son.
At that moment there was a soft knock on the door. "Mama, may I come in."
"Yes of course you may Ceddy."
Into the room came one of the prettiest creatures Lady Beatrice had ever seen. If she had not been expecting Cedric, she would have taken him for a girl despite the costume he was wearing. His gleaming platinum blonde hair was pulled back into a loosely tied french braid, ending half way down his back fastened by a white silk ribbon. Suddenly he started realizing his mother was not alone, and his cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment. "Excuse me Mama I never realized you were engaged."
"Thats all right darling, you've met Lady Beatrice."
His embarrassment was evident in his flushed cheeks as he turned towards her. Instead of the expected bow, Cedric performed a curtsey, his fingers lightly touching the seams of his trousers as if he were holding a skirt. It was so unexpected and so gracefully executed, Beatrice was filled with conflicting emotions. In her mind instead of Cedric, she could see her son David the cause of her despair, being polite and submissive. After the hurt and humiliation she had suffered at his hands, the thought sent a sense of warmth her whole body. It was so palpable that she felt wetness in her silk knickers.
Claire said "Beatrice dear, are you all right?"
"Of course Claire. I'm sorry Cedric, you must think I'm very rude, but my mind went a complete blank."
With Cedric standing right next to her, his beauty was even more evident. His eyes were a deep blue color framed by long thick lashes. He had skin the color of clotted cream and as fine as porcelain. Cedric was simply too beautiful to be boy, a tiny tip tilted nose and rosebud lips. Whoever had designed Cedric may have started out with a boy in mind but along the way had become distracted.
Cedric was wearing one of the signature costumes, which Claire had designed for him when he was just five. The Little Lord Fauntleroy costume had become very fashionable after his grandfather the Earl of Dorincourt had declared Cedric his heir. Though it was adapted to suit an older boy, it had all the hallmarks of the original costume, that had caused such consternation for more than a decade of rich and middle class boys alike. She had tried to get David to wear one, but it had been Charles who had brought that to a halt, saying the costume was more suited to a girl and no son of his was going to wear something like that.
It was true the original velvet and lace suit had appeared very effeminate, but it had brought great joy to so many mothers. Their young boys were forced out of dresses upon reaching the age of five, but the Fauntleroy fashion allowed them to wear pretty clothing and keep the long curls their mothers had so lovingly tended. It had been one of Beatrice's sorrows to have this pleasure she had hoped to receive from her son denied her. Now to see her Cedric, almost a fully grow man dressed so prettily brought an enormous sense of satisfaction. It would be wonderful to see David so delightfully dressed.
Satin had replaced velvet. Cedric's suit was in Royal blue Duchesses satin; the jacket cut in an Eton style. The front fitted edge to edge with out fastening and the tight fitting sleeves finished just below the elbows, it was designed to display the cream silk blouse he wore beneath it. Cedric's pants were calf length tightly waisted and fitted closely to his hips, trimming the hem of each leg were two ribbons of light blue. Fluttering about his calves were lace frills, Beatrice was at first puzzled by them before realizing they must be part of his underwear, probably some delightfully frilly silk bloomers. Over white silk stockings Cedric's shoes were of white kid with two inch Louis heels.
The cream silk blouse was exquisite, a medium standup collar and a waterfall jabot of honiton lace flowing softly over his breasts, or that is what they appeared to be beneath the silk. Beatrice was certain she could see two soft feminine mounds, a soft bosom that should not have been present on any boys chest. The fullness of the blouse that bloomed out beneath the Eton jacket did not disguise the narrowness of the waist that was obviously tightly corsetted. Beatrice felt a tightness in her breast, Cedric was so pretty and only two years younger than David. He was no longer a boy but a young man, but so exquisite. Oh she imagined the thrill of possessing her son and forcing him into such dainty clothes.
"Please Cedric come closer," and slipping gracefully to her feet Beatrice put her arm about him and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I think you are the prettiest boy I've ever seen. Your Mother has ever right to be very proud of you."
Cedric, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment, curtsied to her again. "Thank you Lady Beatrice, but that is due to Doctor Elsa."
Beatrice turned to Lady Claire, "can you help me Claire, I want David to be like your delightful son."
Lady Claire turned to her son. "Thank you Ceddy, for helping Lady Beatrice make up her mind. Would you tell Doris to provide some more tea darling, then you may go to your room."
A Change of attitude.
As Cedric left the room, Lady Claire turned to her, "I hope you'll excuse me Bea but I didn't want to talk about it front of Cedric."
"Of course my dear, I understand."
"I had many of the same problems you seem to be having with David, but as you can see most of them have disappeared with the help of Doctor Elsa. Five years ago following the death of his Grandfather Cedric started doing most of the things your David is doing now. There didn't seem to be a thing I could do about it, I even took Cedric to New York. I though if I could break him from his acquaintances it might change him. Of course it didn't, he just found more that he could gamble and drink with. In despair we traveled home and then the change occurred.
"I don't understand, I thought the transformation happened here?"
"It did Bea, but it began on the ship. We were traveling back on the La Savoie; I was really looking forward to the trip. It is such an elegant ship; they have suites as the best accommodation. On the first night out Cedric met some men whom could best be described as bad character. They were drinking, smoking, and gambling. Of course I forbade from mixing with them, but he just refused, saying he was an Earl, had his own money and far too old for his mother to tell him what he could do. We were at the first night party and when I tried to stop him leaving he roughly thrust me aside in front of the other guests. I felt so humiliated Beatrice, it was terrible. I was so ashamed of my own son."
"Claire, I assure you I have enormous sympathy for you, David did the same to me."
Lady Claire did not appear to hear her, "I was so disturbed I walked up on deck, and stood beside the rail. I must have appeared very distressed for next moment there was an arm about me escorting me away from the side of the ship. This as it turned out was Doctor Elsa. She thought I was about to jump into the water."
"Would you have Claire?"
"Of course not Bea, that wouldn't have helped anyone."
" Elsa kindly lent me her wrap, and I was so upset I began to tell her of the problems with Cedric. She was such a sympathetic listener, I told her of the humiliation and why I was so worried that he was going down a path that would lead to his ruin. She listened to everything and then said. "Your Grace I think I can help you."
Elsa explained she had completed medicine at Edinburgh, then after working as a surgeon had studied Neurology and Psychoanalysis under a Doctor Sigmund Freud in Vienna. She was returning from Boston where she had been working as a mesmerist for private hospital."
"You have me quite confused Dee, what on earth are Neurology and Psychoanalysis, and how would they have helped Ceddy?"
"I was just as confused at the time Beatrice and I still don't understand all the details. However all of it has to do with the mind, of how a persons character can be changed and that is why Cedric is a completely different boy."
"What happened to him?"
"Elsa explained how mesmerizing Cedric could be used as a method of controlling him."
"You mean that he's just been hypnotized, that is all that happened?"
"Oh no Bea it was far more complicated than that. When Cedric returned to the cabin, we persuaded him to join us for a drink. Doctor Elsa had said she'd need some assistance to gain control on an unwilling subject, so we had doctored his drink with laudanum. After that everything was surprisingly simple." Lady Claire excused herself for a moment, and rang the bell asking Doris to bring some more tea.
" As soon as it was clear Cedric was effected by the drug, Doctor Elsa removed a long pendant from about her neck and began swinging it slowly in front of his eyes. At the same time in her very soft voice telling him to relax and fall asleep. It only took a few minutes to work. Following that she spent nearly an hour, explaining to him how naughty he'd been and setting in place a number of control words."
At that moment Doris arrived with a china tea service and thinly sliced cake. Lady Beatrice waited until the maid left before asking her next question.
"I'm really not sure what has been done Claire."
"Doctor Elsa used mesmerism to first of all gain some control over Cedric. In his subconscious mind she implanted a number of commands that allow the Doctor or myself to control Cedric's thoughts and actions. There were a number of trigger words, that make Cedric enter a trance like state, then he would do exactly as he was told."
"I didn't see any sign of that when I was talking to him?"
"Oh no Bea, not now that was only required at first, just to start the process. Now he is more submissive, and that sort of control is no longer needed."
"How did it start?
"Doctor Elsa suggested that we should start off by making him wear feminine underwear and a corset. I could not believe that we could make him do this, but it turned out to be so simple. Elsa woke Cedric with a click of her finger; he was far from happy and began swearing. Really Bea I've never heard such terrible language, but Elsa told me to use my code word. I said ' Little Princess' to him and his whole manner changed."
"It sounds wonderful Claire, but I'm sure there must be more to it than that. Cedric looks too beautiful to be just mesmerized."
"We sent him off to bed wearing one of my best nightgowns. I deliberately chose the laciest one and Elsa agreed to be present when he woke up and I'm certainly glad she was. He came storming into my cabin swearing and demanding to know who had played this jape on him. In the midst of all Elsa signaled that I should use the control. Immediately I said 'Little Princess', he became a different person."
That morning with Doris's assistance we put him into a corset, I had with me a heavy satin corset, it was solidly boned with a whalebone busk and back lacing. It was difficult to lace, but Cedric did not complain. A pair of cream stockings were attached to the suspenders. Over this went a white silk sleeveless camisole trimmed with cream honiton lace. I had a matching pair of knee length knickers; these were trimmed with a blue ribbon just above the lace-trimmed hems.
Over that we asked Cedric to put on his normal male clothing, he always favored a morning suit with a gray cutaway coat and striped trousers with spats and gloves. Then Elsa took him out of his mesmerized state; it was quite amusing as Cedric realized he was wearing something under his suit. Unbuttoning his shirt he saw he was wearing a silk chemise and a corset beneath that. I have never seen anyone look so bewildered as my son that morning. By this time he knew he was wearing silk stockings and knickers.
There was nothing he could do but he began to shout and scream at us to take them off, his anger was quite terrifying. I was glad to be supported by Doctor Elsa and expected her to use her mesmerizing powers again. Instead she said in a very commanding voice, "stop that noise."
Cedric stopped immediately which after my experience was nothing short of astonishing, Elsa said he had been a very rude boy and must wear this clothing until his manners improved. By this time he had recovered his confidence and demanded to know what Elsa was doing "ordering he and his mother about."
I realized that it was time to take control and explained that Doctor Bruce had been appointed to take charge of him. I had grown tired of his ill manners and the way he was bringing disgrace to the family. Doctor Bruce was a Neurologist and Psychoanalyst; she would use these skills to modify his behavior. By this time Cedric was in a rage and was about to storm out of the cabin, until he realized he was wearing feminine underwear beneath his suit. He stormed into his own room, then a few minutes later he emerged white faced, still clad in the stockings, knickers and camisole.
"Mama I can't undo the fastenings, my fingers won't open them. Please help me.
"I don't understand darling." Said Lady Claire.
"Can I can help Lady Claire?" Said Doctor Bruce. "I'm afraid your fingers will not help you Lord Cedric, until your manners improve. If you don't believe me, just try and remove them. When Lady Claire is satisfied you will be allowed to remove them otherwise they will stay on."
"Poor Ceddy he couldn't understand what had happened, but he had to accept what Doctor Bruce said. This worked for the whole voyage Beatrice, each night after dinner; he'd remove them and don one of my nightdresses. In the morning Doris would help him dress in my underwear and then a lounge suit. Of course he'd stay by my side the whole day; he was too frightened that someone would discover what he was wearing beneath his suit otherwise. It was wonderful to have my little boy back again."
"But surely Claire, he would only do it because he was under control of the Doctor and didn't realize what he was doing."
"Hmm, Ceddy was quite aware of what he was being asked to do Beatrice. He was very humiliated the whole time he was dressed. That added a piquancy to the whole thing, after what he had put me through, I was happy to see him suffer in the same way."
Lady Beatrice's eyes glittered with interest, " that sounds wonderful Claire, I have endured more than enough from my son and I would like to mete out some punishment to him. But surely more than just the doctor's mesmerism has taken place to Cedric?"
"I'm sorry Beatrice, I will explain further, but if I may tell you of the most enjoyable part. On the last day of the voyage there is the fancy dress dance, and Ceddy won first prize. He went along as Alice, from "Alice in Wonderland", oh Bea he looked so pretty, and everyone thought he was a girl. When he collected the prize we didn't inform the committee he was a boy. So Miss Dorincourt was the winner."
"He didn't mind Dee? Ceddy just accepted going as a girl?"
"Far from it Beatrice, he protested all the time he was being dressed, but there was nothing he could do about it. Once he was in the fancy dress party of course he had to behave and act like a girl to avoid being completely exposed as a boy in girls clothing and he would do anything to avoid that."
Claire watched her friend, there was aglow of anticipatory glee on her face, she was picturing her son in similar circumstances. Her thoughts of revenge were obsessional, unhealthily so, but it was hard to find fault with these feelings. Her son David had been absolutely beastly, and she remembered him as one of the most arrogant and rude children she had ever met.
"You said the changes in Ceddy were not all due to mesmerism Claire?"
"Doctor Bruce said she the changes she'd made to Cedric's personality would only be temporary. It was not possible to permanently change a personality through mesmerisation."
"I don't understand Claire, it is more than a year and he is still so wonderfully feminine, your Doctor Bruce must have been mistaken."
"No Bea I'm certain she was correct, though now we will never know. You are seeing Cedric after the full treatment."
"What do you mean, I thought that took place just after you arrived back?"
"Oh no, she has been treating him almost every day since then. Ceddy's skin and his delightful little breasts have taken all her time since then."
"Claire, do you mean they are real, I thought that was just padding. How on earth can breasts happen on a boy?"
"Despite Elsa Bruce being a real genius, she has suffered unhappiness. Her older brother whom she adored, was an Eonist."
"I've heard the word, but I've no idea what it means."
"Some years ago, there was a French nobleman, the Chevalier de Eon who wore women's clothes, there was quite a scandal at the time."
"Of course, that was it"
There was a slight look of annoyance on Lady Claire's face at being interrupted by her friend. "She found her brother dressed in her mother's clothes one day. After the initial shock he told of the uncontrollable urge he had to dress as a woman, Elsa accepted him and helped develop a small wardrobe. Unfortunately a year later while she was at University his parent discovered his habit and disowned him; he was so ashamed he committed suicide. Of course Elsa was heartbroken and has explored all facets of sexual diversity.
Doctor Bruce's Search.
Elsa went to China, after trying to start a practice and meeting all sorts of obstacles because she was a woman. Traveling through the China met the Herbalist to the Royal Court, Shue Wong. Doctor Wong had a quest; his father was a physician and it had been had been his parents earnest desire to have their child at court. To his horror, during his teens his ambitious father had made him a eunuch. This was a prerequisite for the role in the Royal Court. Now he had a burning desire, and was searching for some way of returning his manhood and experimented with drugs and herbs to find some potion or elixir which would do it. His position as Court Physician allowed him to carry out a range of experiments on animals and people.
Ironically he never found an answer to his own problem but luckily for me during one of his experiments he found a mixture of herbs and materials which would make boys more feminine. The Emperor had a liking for feminine boys so Doctor Wong was encouraged to perfect his medicines. Elsa and Doctor Wong became close friends and colleagues. The Doctor arranged employment at the court, and she introduced her knowledge of psychiatry gained from Dr. Freud to him. In return Dr. Wong knowing her fascination with gender shared the formulas for drugs and medicines he'd discovered.
Elsa is probably the only person in the western world who can alter the body and mind of a boy and make them feel more like a girl. It seems like a miracle happened that day when we met on the ship. She has wrought such change in Ceddy; it has brought us so much closer together. I know we've never been happier."
"I must say he looked very pretty Claire, when I first saw him it was difficult to believe he was still a boy, he has a very girlish figure. The waist is incredible and his bosom is his own, it is so unbelievable. Oh Claire I do envy you, it must be wonderful to have such a son." She bent forward, conspiratorially. "Is he still boyish in his urges?"
"If you mean sexually, he is a delightful mixture of male and female. Elsa has introduced a great deal of the female into his body, but still retained his male sexuality."
"Goodness that does surprise me, I'd have thought you would have wanted to be rid of that part immediately."
"That was my intention Bea, right at the start I thought how wonderful to be rid of all those male urges. It was Elsa that persuaded me otherwise, and now I'm so glad she did. It has allowed far more control over Ceddy, I had never realized how much a male allow these urges to run their lives. Once you learn how to control this you have them at your mercy.
Just by touching my ear lobe I can govern his feelings and humiliate him. I know this doesn't sound very motherly, but my sweet little boy did cause me a great deal of suffering over five years. After his Grandfather's death he decided he was sixteen, the Earl of Dorincourt and need listen to no-one, least of his Mother. Cedric became extremely arrogant, and had felt he had the right to treat me as little more than a servant. He was rude and belittled me in front of my friends. That was the worst period in my entire life, it hurt me so very much. Even now I haven't really forgiven him and even worse I don't know whether I will ever forget his treatment of me. "
"I do understand Claire dear, David is just the same, but far worse."
A Mother's Love
Claire eyes had lost their softness, they glinted with malice, Beatrice realized that Claire had not heard her last remark, so deep was the bitterness welling forth. "So I'm grateful to Elsa, she stopped me carrying out the ultimate solution. Just a few months ago I was willing to turn him completely into a girl, it was Elsa who persuaded me not to. Now I realize she was right, just taking away his manhood would have been too easy a path for Cedric. He would not have been able to share the pain and suffering he so thoughtlessly inflicted on those closest to him. We are still teaching him some of the problems of being a woman, a few months ago the poor lamb even had his monthly problems."
"You mean he has periods, just like a woman?"
"Well obviously it is not quite the same, but with a mixture of herbs and mesmeric suggestions it is quite realistic. The poor dear has a small discharge through his penis and a little bleeding through his bottom so he has to a wear a pad for five days. Elsa added some suggestions to his mind and with a few herbs to produce that full sensation to his stomach. Just to make him feel like a real girl. Three months ago the cramps were so painful Ceddy had too stay in bed and I spent the morning comforting him. It was so sweet, it really felt as though I had a real daughter."
"Has he lost his manly functions, "she flushed slightly. " I mean does he still get all stiff?"
"Oh Bea, there is no need to be prudish. You mean does Ceddy still have erections, the answer is yes. Sometimes he really surprises me, I did think when his bosom developed that these might stop. After all I thought he was becoming so feminine I was sure that side of him would disappear, but oddly enough it seems to have the opposite effect the poor lad has them at the most inopportune times and they just wont go away. This surprised Elsa as well, but it has helped rather than hindered his feminising in a strange way.
I love Ceddy very much but I can't resist having a little harmless fun at his expense, though he gets very embarrassed. At my instigation Elsa gave him a mesmeric command, he reacts to it when I stroke my right earlobe like this." Lady Claire took her right earlobe and ran it between her thumb and forefinger. " Ceddy feels great lust and quickly get an erection. There is nothing he can do to get rid of it. Of course the poor darling has no idea why they occur, and when he realizes what has happened he becomes very red and flustered.
Two months ago we had Wettering, our parish Vicar seeking an increase in his stipend. I thought it would polite to invite his family as well. So he brought his prudish wife, she is really a prude, and their daughter Charity with him. Ceddy is very fond of Charity, though I find her dull and rather prim, but she is very pretty. She really likes Ceddy, probably because he is so non threatening. Well we gathered in the drawing room for afternoon tea. Charity was mooning over Ceddy staring at him with calf like eyes, adoring his every word. So I decided to have a little fun and rubbed my right ear, minutes later he had this enormous erection. In the white satin suit he was wearing there was no disguising the state he was in.
Poor lamb he never realized what he was displaying, until he saw Mrs. Wettering begin to flush and avert her eyes, then little Charity blushed bright crimson. By this time Ceddy knew something had happened and glanced down to see this enormous bulge in his trousers. From that moment he did everything he could to hide his state and of course this only made matters worse. I pretended there was nothing amiss, and the Wetterings had to follow suit. He had to endure it for another quarter hour until I could politely dismiss the Wetterings. Strangely enough it didn't frighten Charity by the time they left her cheeks were delightfully flushed and I'm sure her drawers were quite damp.
Ceddy is not quite female enough to understand that though. He fled up the stair his face crimson with shame and humiliation. His appendage jumping up and down under the satin. When I entered the room, his head was buried in the pillow, weeping. I took him tenderly in my arms and asked him what was wrong. Through his sobs he apologized for the exhibition he'd displayed in front of the Wetterings.
I held his blonde head to my breast and could feel his whole body trembling. He was so upset his tears actually soaked through my bodice. Between sobs he begged my forgiveness. It was a remarkable experience to hold this quivering feminine creature in my arms and know that only months ago he had shamed and humiliated me before my friends and peers. To have such control is very satisfying.
I have learned something about male sexuality; shame and humiliation heighten their sexual tension. My poor little lamb's excitement showed no sign of diminishing, if anything his member was even more swollen. By this time I was feeling a tinge of guilt, after all it was my action that had caused all this. I looked at the creature straining beneath his satin trousers, which were already spotted with damp.
I knew he would not relax until he received some relief. I was about to ring for Doris, his maid. Then I thought why don't I help him, after all what are Mothers for? I removed his trousers, Ceddy's always fasten at the back. That day he was wearing pink silk drawers, they're quite loose and the silk is very fine and here was this enormous engine showing through the silk. Really Beatrice, I had no idea it was so large. Since my darling James died nearly twenty years ago I have had nothing to do with men's parts. I haven't seen Ceddy nude since he was six; there has always been a Nanny or maid to care of him.
For a moment it seemed so ugly I didn't want to touch it even through the silk, then I thought Claire, you are being foolish. This is your son, your own flesh and blood it is up to you to help him. Once I took hold of his clitoris, I prefer to think of in those terms, it was not as repulsive as I'd imagined. In fact it turned out to be rather exciting.
His clitoris felt hard and soft at the same time, the whole time it was warm and quivering in my fingers. The episode only lasted a few minutes; no sooner did I squeeze it, and run my fingers up and down it once or twice than it spurted all over the place. By good luck I managed to keep my dress clear but it certainly made a mess of Ceddy's underclothes and bed linen. Really Bea men are such messy creatures. Still it was an interesting exercise, to be truthful it was really very exciting."
"Oh my goodness Claire." Said Lady Beatrice, her breathing was heavy, and her voice high pitched. Claire was surprised to see her face and neck quite flushed, in that moment she saw her friend in quite a different light. Beatrice was very sexually aroused and looked so beautiful. In that moment she had to hold herself back from reaching forward and kissing her on the lips.
"That sounds so brave and thrilling and to be so close to your son. It all sounds so wonderful. Oh I so much want the same. Do you think that Doctor Bruce could do the same for David?"
"We can certainly ask whether David is a suitable subject. I think that is the first point we must consider. I haven't seen him for three years; I can remember him as quite slim and rather small. He was rather girlish as I recall and used to become very embarrassed if anyone commented on this."
"Nothing has changed Claire, David is still very much as you say. Though he has been desperate to grow a mustache but nothing has happened, and that has made him even more bad tempered."
From downstairs came the faint chiming of a clock. "My goodness Claire it is six o'clock, I had no idea we had been talking so long. I'm sure you want to change for dinner. We might be able to continue our discussion later my dear. Maybe with Doctor Bruce."
Beatrice had brought two dinner dresses for her stay. Her hostess usually preferred an informal approach, but dressing for dinner was a prerequisite, Betty her maid had pressed and laid out both. She thought of wearing the white but her mood favored the black.
"I'll wear the black Betty."
"Oh yes ma'am, it is ready. " She said holding to allow Lady Beatrice to step into the lace gown. It only took a few moments to settle the gown into position. Beatrice looked in the mirror as Betty completed the final adjustments. The black lace gown fitted perfectly to her body. The high waist was emphasized by a black silk cummerbund, and the neckline edged with the same silk into a draped collar. A corsage of flowers matched those her maid was adjusting in her hair. Beatrice drew on the shoulder length satin gloves settling them beneath the short lace cap sleeves. Betty lifted the skirt of tiered lace and straightened the long train.
"Oh my Lady, you look very beautiful tonight."
Lady Claire and her guests were already present in the reception room waiting to enter the dining room.
"I'm sorry I'm late Claire, it took longer than I thought to freshen up.
Lady Claire was wearing a gown of gray silk chiffon mounted over dark blue silk. The bodice was fitted with a low scooped neckline and short pleated cap sleeves. A narrow black velvet cummerbund emphasized the waist before flaring into the skirt with a long back train. The hem was bound with black velvet and embroidered above with beaded flowers and leaves to match the front panels of the bodice. Long black gloves, a double pearl necklace, and matching earrings formed her accessories. Beatrice felt a small pang of jealousy; she always looked so perfect. Just too well dressed, not really british, she was still very american.
Standing next to Claire was a tall attractive stately woman that Beatrice knew must be Doctor Bruce. It was obvious that she was wearing a day gown rather than a more appropriate evening one. Still it was well cut and a better choice than a cheaper evening gown. It was a red velvet afternoon pinafore dress with low V-shaped neckline open to above the waist, gather epaulettes, flared skirt with the hem decorated with bows. The white silk blouse; Beatrice was relieved to see it was real silk and not the cheap artificial type that so many of the bourgeoisie were wearing. It was finely pintucked across the breasts with the pin-tucking continuing into the standup collar and gathered over-sleeves, leaving the fitted under-sleeves smooth.
Elsa Bruce, Beatrice decided was attractive rather than beautiful, her face was strong, with a firm jaw line and wide mouth. Her gray eyes looked steadily at you and coupled with the high forehead, she had the look of an intellectual. Which Beatrice thought most men would find quite intimidating. As she stood talking to Lady Claire, there was no sign of the obsequiousness adopted by the middle class when talking to their betters. Her carriage was straight and confident and immediately she knew that if any woman was capable of dealing with her son it would be Doctor Elsa Bruce
Beatrice looked about the room looking for Lord Cedric; it was only then she became aware of the beautiful girl standing behind the two women. She must be ready to come out, as a debutante were her first thoughts. It was only when she noted the gleaming platinum blonde hair in a french braid and tied with a pink satin ribbon did she realize this was Lord Cedric. Her gown was stylish without being too sophisticated, pink silk with a high waistline, and low scooped neckline. An infill of white lace tucked and gathered, to the top of her creamy skinned breasts allowed a brief glimpse of cleavage, giving a pure and innocent look. The same pintucked lace carried through into short capped sleeves. The overskirt was cut into handkerchief points and banded with embroidered braid to match the straight hem of underskirt. Long white satin glove, silk posy at her bosom necklace of pearls and pink stones, and matching earrings.
Ceddy had looked like a beautiful effeminate boy, but there was no sign of the male in this stunningly beautiful creature before her. Lady Beatrice would never have believed the transformation Doctor Bruce had achieved, if she had not seen it with her own eyes.
"If I were not seeing you with my own eyes, I wouldnt believe my dear. You were very pretty as Ceddy this afternoon but tonight you are absolutely stunning."
The blush that began in her cheeks and quickly spread to her bosom only heightened her femininity and enhanced her beauty."
"Steady on Bea, much more of this and Cecily will have ideas far above her station." Said Lady Claire with a smile.
At that moment Marriot announced dinner ready to be served. Cecily daintily gathered her train and taking Doctor Bruces proffered arm proceeded Beatrice and Claire into the dining room. Her carriage was graceful, and as Beatrice watched her exquisitely rounded bottom sway beneath the fluid silk very elegant, it was difficult to accept that there was a fully functional male beneath the pink silk.
As Lady Beatrice sipped the soup, she turned towards Lady Claire, "Im surprised Cecily is not here all the time Claire?"
"Yes, thats a point Bea, she is rather delightful and she graces with her presence from time to time and I really love her." Lady Claire reached out and took her sons hand in hers. "However my first love is darling Ceddy and I so loving having him about. However I thought it would be nice to meet her tonight, so she was persuaded to come."
Lady Beatrice said. "I was going to tell Doctor Bruce about David over dinner, do you mind Claire?"
"First tell us about the latest scandals my dear, before we burden tender ears with some distressing problems."
"Oh Mama, I would like to hear about David, I'm sure I won't be shocked. Doris was telling me about some of his behavior tonight."
Beatrice felt her face blush. "That maid of mine she will insist on gossiping, now the whole household will know about the scandal."
"I'm sure she won't Lady Beatrice, I spoke to Marriot immediately Betty told me and I'm sure she wont after what Marriot said to her. Now please Mama let me stay. I so loved David when he was young, he was so good at looking after me." Cecily's voice showed more concern than expected, from the flushed face Beatrice at that moment was certain the beautiful boy was emotionally involved with her own son.
Lady Claire took her son's hand. "All right Cecily, you can stay. I suppose it is time for you to take responsibility."
Elsa Bruce listened closely as Lady Beatrice explained her dilemma with David, she frowned as the cruelty and arrogance was described. All through the tale she listened while offering no comment.
"A very difficult situation my Lady."
"I know Doctor Bruce, but can you help?"
"I've never tried anything as complicated, and honestly I not sure whether my system would work."
"It has worked wonderfully for Lord Cedric, why not for David?"
" From what you have told me Lady Beatrice I believe your son has a number of fundamental character flaws. I do not wish to cause you distress my Lady but he does appear to have sociopathic tendencies."
"I don't understand, what do you mean Doctor Bruce?"
"I studied under Doctor Sigmund Freud Ma'am, and he isolated a great deal of deficiencies and dysfunction's in human behavior. Most of which I must hasten to add have not yet been accepted by our medical profession. He did associate a great deal of problems in male behavior as being genitalia driven. From your description This appears to be the case with your son."
"Then you can change him? I dont care what it costs."
"Oh my Lady thats not the problem, his condition appears beyond my scope. Mesmerism to do it's work, does require that the patient has a conscience and moral code no matter how dormant they may be, and Lord David appears to lack both."
Then there was a small cry from Cecily. " Lady Beatrice he was not always like this, when we were children he was sweet and we were good friends. He is good I know he is." Suddenly Cecily almost in tears said. "Please Elsa you must help. David was a sweet boy once and I really loved him. You must save him."
Doctor Elsa Bruce turned to Cecily. "I don't know whether I can Lady Cecily, he's not like you were."
"Oh please Elsa we must try, please."
It was Cecily plea that at least got Elsa Bruce to consider a strategy and it was agreed that by tomorrow afternoon she would tell Lady Beatrice of her plan.
A Debutante's death
Lord Davids fate was sealed even before Doctor Bruce came to her final conclusion. It was the result of a telegram arriving early the next day from Sir John Barnett, Lady Beatrices brother. In it was an apology for breaking into Lady Beatrices visit but the matter was extremely urgent.
Two hours later the carriage returned from the station bearing the normally imperturbable Sir John. Today he bore little resemblance to the calm and collected Private Secretary to the Minister for Home Affairs. He was very troubled, his normal florid complexion white with a mixture of sorrow and rage. After greeting him, Lady Claire excused herself to allow privacy for their business.
"No please Claire will you stay, one look at John and I know Ill need all the support possible."
Sir John also begged her to stay, what had happened was almost too dreadful for words. David had gone beyond the pale completely, it was far worse and more tragic than his, his rape of Susan. Sir John had found that David had been responsible for the death of his young and pretty niece the Lady. Daphne Clarendon Three months ago David had escorted Daphne, the only daughter of Baron Clarendon of Chester, a recent widower to her debutante ball. Daphne was very pretty and a real innocent had recently returned from a Swiss finishing school, on the way home David had taken her to his apartment and raped her.
Daphne who had been living with her maid in the London townhouse had been too ashamed and terrified to tell either Sir John or her friends. The rape had resulted in a pregnancy and when she had told David of her predicament he had laughed and told her it was not his. Yesterday she had committed suicide leaving a note explaining what had happened. The tragedy had been heightened by the death of her father, Sir Richard the day before
Sir John still greatly distressed had gone to her apartment, to tell the Daphne of the death of her father. After receiving no reply to ringing of the bell, he and his manservant had entered using his own key to be confronted with Daphnes body. She had slashed her wrists and died in a bath full of bloodied water. After explaining the catastrophe Sir John was weeping in a mixture of sorrow and rage.
"He must pay dearly for this. I know he's your son my dear, but David cannot be allowed to go unpunished. By law my dear Beatrice; he has done nothing wrong, as Daphne took her own life. There is nothing to charge him with. He will deny the rape, after all there is no-one to lay any charges."
The next words from Beatrice took both of them by surprise. "My god that's the final straw. The law may not be able to punish him but I will. I loved Daphne; she was so sweet and gentle. How could he have done this, they looked so alike they could have been brother and sister. John who knows about this?"
"No one as yet, well only Gregson who accompanied me and he's completely loyal. I found her early this morning and my first thought my dear was to tell you. I gave Gregson instructions to keep everyone out "
"But the maid, she must know."
"No she had been sent off by Daphne for two days, according to the note I found she is not due back till tomorrow afternoon."
"Then please John can we bury the body secretly, keep this between ourselves, then the devil can be properly punished without the scandal that will consume all our families." Apart from the terrible tragedy, the effect on the Fairfax and Barnett families would be catastrophic, Beatrice and John knew they would ostracized and become pariahs. No matter that it was not their fault the english upper classes society were very unforgiving.
The shock in his voice was overwhelming. "Beatrice do you know what you are asking? It is completely against the law. God knows what would happen if we are discovered."
"John if we allow this to become known we will be destroyed. I have in my mind a plan that will make David regret this for the rest of his life, but I need time to put it into action."
Still reeling from the shock Sir John at last agreed to cover up the tragedy. Sir John and two of Lady Claires most trusted servants were soon speeding towards the railway station, the through express would be stopped, and in an hour they would be in London to complete the cover-up.
The capture of Lord David was well planned; the fact he was living in his mother's house in a completely separate apartment with a valet and a footman made it simpler. Asked to dinner by his mother, an invitation he accepted ungraciously, he quickly succumbed to the drugged wine and was held in a spare bedroom before transportation to Dorincourt. There were a number of loose ends to tie up Lady Beatrice did not want any gossip or speculation about Lord David's sudden disappearance from the social scene.
There were the two servants to dispose of; this was simpler than she had imagined. Contacting two close friends, one in Edinburgh and another in Chester she asked a favor of both. Lady Marion in Edinburgh was asked to employ a former valet of her son, and be given a position in her household. This would ensure he was far enough out of the way to ensure no one could ask questions on his sudden disappearance. Higgins the valet who enjoyed participating in the dissipated life of his Master was distinctly upset when Madam Herbert, Lady Beatrice's Major Domo called upon him to say his services were no longer required
She informed him Lady Beatrice had arranged employment him in Edinburgh, this required an immediate departure for him to his new master. Higgins became annoyed, but quickly became very subdued when told the alternative was dismissal. He knew the sorry fate of any servant caste adrift without references in Victorian London it was better to accept the boring and humdrum life in the northern city than unemployment. Johnson the footman was more accepting transferring to Chester and to a rich businessman was quite acceptable, at least better than the life he'd been forced to live.
Meanwhile David was prepared for his trip to Dorincourt, heavily sedated and wearing a woman's nightdress he was strapped into a wheelchair and taken by a horse drawn ambulance to Victoria Station. With rugs drawn up about him and a wide brimmed bonnet hiding his features he was unrecognizable as the playboy aristocrat. Two of Lady Beatrice's trusted maids accompanied her on the train that would take them directly to the Fauntleroy estate. Lord David knew little of what was happening; still submerged deep in morphine induced stupor. Despite this Lady Beatrice took few chances, soft bandages fastened his arms securely to the wheelchair arms, and his legs to the frame. Despite Doctor Bruce's assurance that the patient would be helpless, Lady Beatrice had asked for some means of keeping him from crying out. Doctor Bruce had the worry of him choking and to solve both problems fitted a "Spanish Bridle". It was a simple device; a curved two-inch square of silver with a large hole in the center, fitted behind his teeth allowed only a meaningless gurgle to be emitted.
The precaution was worthwhile, an accident along the line almost doubled the journey time adding three hours, and nearing its end Lord David had well and truly recovered and was proving troublesome. Despite the privacy of their first class carriage, without the bonds and particularly the bridle, the other passengers would have been well aware that the " poor" girl in the wheelchair was more than she seemed.
Transiting from the railway carriage to Lady Claire's coach proved more difficult and so great was his ranting that despite the loyalty of the Dorincourt staff and villagers Doctor Bruce felt it necessary to administer a further dosage. By the time they'd reached the Manor House Lord David was once again relatively calm. He was barely able to comprehend what was happening to him as he was carried to his room. Doctor Bruce thought that it would be far easier to complete the immediate preparations while he was in this state rather that wait for full understanding to return.
The room had been properly prepared, security was provided by decorative grills on the windows, that locked securely into place, even though the room was on the second floor Ellen Bruce had learned that her patients, when they became desperate would do anything to escape. Likewise the door had special locks on them, at least for now a key was required to open them from the inside. The rooms had been remodeled into a suite, with bathroom, separate sitting room, and walk in wardrobe. It was suitably decorated for Lord David, though it was unlikely he would agree.
Lady Beatrice had insisted on supervising the whole operation, from the wall coverings to the multitude of new clothes that inhabited the wardrobe. She had deliberately made it too feminine for her own taste. Pink and cream were the colors, and the fabrics were all sensual, silks, satins, velvets, and lace. It was overtly feminine, emphatically frothy but still in good taste not overdone. The reaction of the new would be very interesting.
The Change Begins
In the meantime a lot of work had gone into furthering Lady Beatrice's plan. Lady Claire was confounded by the single mindedness that her friend pursued her purpose, normally so forgiving, and accepting of other peoples mistakes with equanimity, she was now a person possessed. There seemed nothing, no word no thought that would lessen her determination for revenge. She had all the zeal of a vengeful angel and she seemed quite pitiless despite the target being her son.
Sir John and Lady Beatrice traveled to Chester to attend the funeral of the Baron, Sir Richard. With them went Peggy one of the housemaids. Peggy in a black gown and swaddled beneath funeral veiling was sufficiently alike to pass muster as the luckless Lady Daphne. Peggy managed to weep copiously the whole time and with Sir John and Lady Beatrice closely guarding the girl during the ceremony no one suspected the subterfuge. The Viscountess was providing comfort and shelter for the very distraught Lady Daphne and would assume control of her estate for the present. A sea voyage, away from all her troubles would allow the poor girl to recover from the terrible tragedy.
No sooner had they returned, than Sir John arranged leave from his office and departed for Buenos Aires in Argentine. Peggy now fashionably attired in varying shades of black would accompany him as the Lady Daphne. The revenge Lady Beatrice had determined for her son was so cleverly apt to be almost inhuman.
Meanwhile at Dorincourt David was carried up the stairs, he was semi conscious not totally aware of his surroundings. Megan held him easily in her arms; she was comely, well built, and strong enough to deal with the rather effete Lord David. It was her first time as a ladies maid, for the last three years she had been assisting Penny as a ladies maid for Mrs. Haversham. Mr. Haversham was a very rich merchant in Gloucester and although looked down upon by many of the aristocracy as being in "trade" despite he being richer that most of them.
Lady Claire, was one who did not share this view, and was a close friend of her former mistress? Megan had heard because she was an American they were far more accepting of all people. That even a servant could become rich and become accepted by their society. To Megan this sounded just like one of those fairy tales, written by the Bother Grimm.
A week ago her Mistress, Mrs. Haversham had said Lady Claire was seeking a maid for an unusual role and thought it would be an excellent opportunity for Megan. Mrs. Haversham had told her, she was not sure of what it involved, but they were looking for a maid who was discreet and would not gossip. Megan was eager to accept the role, being a lady maid to Mrs. Haversham even if it had only temporary, had been so much better than a housemaid was. No longer being responsible to the Housekeeper, Miss Danvers like all the other maids, but answering only Mrs. Haversham had made live so different. Her Mistress had even given her four gowns, true they were castoffs, but wearing them made her feel real posh, just like one of the gentry.
Moving to Dorincourt would be wonderful. The Haversham household was very good in comparison to others she had worked in . The people were rich but they were in trades, and Dorincourt was the nobility where it was almost impossible to obtain a position unless you'd been born on the estate. As servants they were not suppose to gossip, but Mary, Mistress Anne's maid had been to Dorincourt and had seen what it was like.
"There are no male servants in Dorincourt at all, they're all woman even the Butler. The gardeners and all who work in the grounds, they're all women, and they seem so happy. The only man is the Earl of Dorincourt, Lord Cedric. Oh Megan he was so pretty, you'd never believe. The first time I never took him for a man. He wears these girlish clothes, all silks, satins and lace, but they are not real girl's clothes. They are fancy blouses, all silk and satin with lacy frills, and knee length knickers like young boys wear, real pretty like. Once I see'd him in a dress and he was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. He doesn't have a valet, but a real ladies made all for his self. Maybe that's what you'll be, you lucky girl. "
Since arriving in the household two days ago, she had met Lady Claire. She was so beautiful and had been kind to her. Her Ladyship said Mrs. Haversham had told her how well she worked and that she was not a gossip. This would be essential for her new role. She must on no account talk about what she saw or did to any other members of the house hold.
Megan gave a little bob and said "no my Lady I wouldn't say anything, I swear I wouldn't."
Then she'd talked to Doctor Bruce, who was so clever and explained what she would be doing. After that she had a long talk with Doris, Lord Cedric's ladies maid. Doctor Bruce had said it was all right to confide in Doris, as she'd be helping her at times. Doris had been sweet, not stuck up like some of the ladies maids she'd met, who assumed the airs and graces of their mistresses. She'd been helpful had explained that the duties were more complicated looking after a male, but if she followed Doctor Elsa's instructions, she would have nothing to worry about. After telling her some of the problems she could expect, Doris had said come to her if she needed any help. Then she had seen Lord Cedric himself and he was just as pretty as Mary had described. He had been dressed all in pink satin and cream lace and looked far more beautiful than most women she had seen.
She looked at her new master as she laid him on an oiled silk coverlet, which would be necessary for the next operation and began removing his clothes. Looking at the now naked body Megan realized just how girlish he was, his limbs were rounded and smooth with none of the unsightly hair that had covered her brother's body. Despite the flat chest, with his delicate features, longish hair and small hands and feet it would be easy to mistake him for a girl and a very pretty one at that. Was it possible be turn out to look like Lord Cedric?
Megan thought with more than a touch of envy, why couldn't she have born like that. While she knew she was pretty, it was a more buxom style, not the refined prettiness of the unconscious body before her. It was clear he was not all girl though, Megan was still a virgin, but before moving to the Manor the she had to share a bed with two of her brothers, for ten years. In a single room it was impossible to avoid seeing them naked and she had become aware of their extra parts and how they became aroused. What surprised Megan was how well endowed Lord David was his otherwise girlish body.
She unscrewed the jar and slipped her gloved hand into the paste, which had a pleasant herbal scent. Doctor Bruce's instructions had been quite clear, place Lord David on the waterproof sheet, then using gloves, cover his whole body except for his hair and eyebrows with the paste, leave for ten minutes wipe it off, then bathe him thoroughly. The paste came off easily with the damp towel leaving his skin soft and smooth. As she wiped between his legs, Lord David's member uncoiling and becoming erect startled Megan. Overcome by curiosity she removed her glove and for the first time touched a male member. It felt like as hard as an iron bar covered with a soft silky covering. Intrigued Megan ran her fingers along the shaft gently stroking it and using her other hand tightly squeezed the top. There was a groan from Lord David and under her hand the shaft jerked and shuddered. Before she could move a spurt of white liquid erupted from the tip.
Embarrassed by her actions Megan wiped the appendage free of the sticky fluid; picking up the limp body she carried him to the prepared bath and gently eased Lord David into the water. Immediately his eyes opened and he looked blearily at Megan.
"Higgins, where's Higgins?"
"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean my Lord."
However, the effort had been too much and he lapsed back into unconsciousness. Megan gently completed washing him, just as she pondered the problem the problem of removing him from the bath he again wakened. "Where am I?"
She repeated what she had been told to say." At Dorincourt my Lord."
He tried to pull himself from the water, "help me out."
Lord David stood passively as she dried him, "what's this" he asked fuzzily as she slid the silk nightdress over his head.
"Only your night shirt my Lord."
It was obvious he was uncomfortable with the lace trimming on the voluminous sleeves and collar, but not alert enough to continue with the query. Megan helped him to the bedroom and into the silk sheets, just as Doctor Bruce entered the room.
"Ahh how is our patient?"
"I've done what you told me to miss".
"Good girl, now help lift him up on the pillow. We will begin the first session."
"The first session Miss? I don't understand."
"You will Megan, Lord David will undergo several sessions of mesmerism. Lady Beatrice wishes him to be more cooperative and this will help." Doctor Bruce shook Lord David's shoulder; "come along David it is time to wake up." After several attempts he eventually opened his eyes.
"What is the matter, why can't you let me sleep?"
"I'm Doctor Bruce, David you must listen to me." She took a crystal from about her neck; it was about three inches long shaped like a narrow triangle. Holding the chain in her fingers she dangled it before his eyes letting it swing slowly back and forth. Lord David's eyes followed the faceted crystal and the light flickering from it. Doctor began talking to him, her voice soft and soothing.
"David you must listen to me and obey my orders. My name is Miss Elsa, David, do you understand?" Megan saw Lord David nod his head.
"David, who am I?"
"You are Miss Elsa."
Doctor Bruce gestured for Megan to come forward. " David this is Megan your maid. Shortly you will sleep; when you awake you must do what Megan tells you. The clothing she gives you, you must wear. Do you understand?"
Again Lord David nodded his head. Doctor Bruce signaled Megan to move away. Then learnt forward and spoke quietly to him. So softly that Megan could not hear immediately Lord David turned on his side and was sound asleep.
"Now Megan, have you been instructed on what Lord David is to wear tomorrow?"
Doctor Bruce signaled Megan to the large walk in wardrobe. It was filled with some of the most beautiful clothing Megan had ever seen. Silk, satin, velvet, laces and all sorts of exotic materials. Opening storage drawers Doctor Bruce displayed corsets, bloomers, silk stockings, and high-heeled shoes of all descriptions. It was a treasure trove, an Aladdin's cave of the most sensual clothing Megan had seen.
"Over the next few days, Lord David will closely confined. It is to do with changing his attitude towards women and his mother. You must follow my instructions exactly, no matter what. Do you understand Megan."
"Yes Miss Elsa, I do."
" I will be using mesmerism on Lord David, do you know what that is Megan?"
"No Miss, I've never heard the word before."
"I won't attempt to explain, but a Doctor Mesmer found a few years ago, that if people are put into a trance you make changes to their mind which they will do and remember after they are taken out of the trance. Lord David has made Lady Beatrice's life a misery over the last three years and I have been instructed to change his attitude towards her."
"Excuse me Miss Elsa, will he become like Lord Cedric?"
"Yes Megan somewhat, why do you ask?"
"I think he's real pretty Miss and so polite everyone says. Not nothing like he used to be. I've heard he was real horrid till you came along."
Doctor Bruce's smile was rather tight. "Hmm well you seem to have heard some gossip Megan that you shouldn't have, but yes I hope he will turn out some what like Lord Cedric."
Megan had flushed bright red, "I didn't mean to say the wrong thing Miss, it's just what I was told."
Doctor Bruce held up her hand forestalling any further flustered apology from Megan. "It's all right Megan, but you must treat all of what you see and do in the strictest confidence. You may talk to Doris if you need help, but I want no gossip with others in the household. Do I make myself clear."
"Yes miss I understand. Lady Claire said I was not to talk to no one except yourself or Doris."
Doctor Bruce smiled," that is it exactly. Follow my instructions exactly and do not listen to anything Lord David tells you. Do you understand? The Doctor's voice was very soft but Megan was in no doubt that she was very serious.
"This is a list of the clothing will wear today, I want the corset to be laced as tightly as possible and the suspenders to stretch the stockings tightly. You must not listen to any complaints from his Lordship nor alter my instructions in any way do you understand?"
"Yes Miss Elsa."
"Please draw a bath and fetch the clothing to the bedroom, while I place Lord David in a trance."
Megan selected the clothing from the wardrobe; the garments were so beautifully made she was envious that they were to be worn by a man, rather than her. The corset was in white satin and heavily boned; she looked at the narrow waist and had second thoughts on how lucky she was not to be wearing this. The white silk stockings were lustrous, but heavier than those Mistress Anne wore. To complete the undergarments were a pair of white silk bloomers and matching camisole.
The outer garments were of pale lemon satin; a pair of calf length trousers with a frill of white honiton lace on the hem and a Quaker collared blouse heavily frilled with lace on the collar and the cuffs of the voluminous sleeves. A pair of white satin shoes with two inch Louis heels completed the ensemble. A further two items that intrigued Megan was a metal belt made of what appeared to be gold, sized to fit about the waist and attached to each side was a slim delicate bracelet padded with satin.
The bath was ready when Megan returned to find a dazed Lord David still in his nightgown standing by the bed. "Now David you must go with Megan, she will bath you and dress you. Do you understand?" He nodded his head. Megan took his hand and lead him o the bathroom, he stood beside waiting for the next instruction.
His submission surprised her, he should have recovered from the medication administered during the traveling, and she had expected him to be quite difficult to handle. Doris had told her of the troubles she had had with Lord Cedric during his early training, and she had heard that Lord David was a far more difficult person to deal with than her own sweet Ceddy.
While Megan was tightening the corset Lord David had turned and said angrily "What are you doing?"
At that moment Doctor Bruce had returned and said, "David be a good boy." At that his body relaxed and she was able to complete dressing him without any interruption. At the Doctor's instruction Megan drew his hair into a French braid, it was a trifle short but with a white satin ribbon it reached the nape of his neck. The metal belt fitted beneath the blouse, a narrow slit in each side allowing the bracelets to be drawn through. Doctor Bruce fitted his wrists into them and clicked the locks into place. She handed a small key on a ribbon to Megan.
"Keep this about your neck, he is only to be released in an emergency, no matter what he says, is that clear Megan?"
Megan looked at Lord David, standing calmly beside her. There seemed little need for all these precautions. "Yes miss, Ill follow your instructions exactly, but is it really required, he seems so quiet?"
Doctor Bruce smiled wryly, "Lord David is still mesmerized Megan, that is why he is so cooperative also he will not remember what we have said. I can only keep him in this state for short periods otherwise it may effect his mind. I am about to remove the conditioning and return him to his normal state."
Talking with Mother
Doctor Bruce lead Lord David to a chair and seated him, then spoke quietly to him. Although Megan had expected some change in manner the transformation was almost beyond belief. He looked around obviously startled by the surroundings, then seeing Doctor Bruce and Megan. "Who are you and where am I?" He demanded.
"I'm Doctor Bruce and this is your new ladies maid Megan, my Lord. You are a guest of Lady Claire at Dorincourt."
"Dorincourt, what the hell am I doing there."
"Your Mother thought you unwell and brought you here to recuperate my Lord."
"I might have known that old bitch would have been responsible. " He looked at Megan. "You fetch my man Higgins."
Lord David made a move to stand up and suddenly realized his wrists were secured in the bracelets.
"What the hell are these, and what is that about my waist?" Then he looked down at the clothes he was wearing, shock filled his face. "Get me out of these immediately." He attempted to stand but caught off balance by his manacled wrists and the high-heeled shoes he was unable to rise from the chair. It did little to assuage his mood; he tugged desperately on the fetters. "Get these things off me immediately"; he snarled the pretty face distorted with rage. "Right now."
"Please be calm my Lord, we cannot release you. Your Mother's instructions are quite clear." Said Doctor Bruce calmly.
This brought an explosion of curses from Lord David, Megan bought up in the country with her brothers had heard foul language, but nothing like that erupting from the satin clothed figure before her. Even Doctor Bruce's calmness began to fade, her cheeks reddened and she said, "thats enough my Lord. Please be quiet."
Her words only inflamed the aristocrat as he shouted and struggled to rise from the chair. Doctor Bruce stepped forward and slapped his face. It had the desired effect, his face turned red then white with rage, "how dare you strike me, do you know who I am? I'll have you struck off for this. Now get my mother."
Doctor Bruce turned to Megan, "please fetch a gag, it will be where the bracelets were."
Glad to escape the room found the instrument it was similar to the one she had removed on his arrival Megan returned to find Lord David still shouting. Doctor Bruce took the gag and holding his nose until he had to draw breath slipped it into place. He continued his tirade, but finding it was reduced to a noisome gurgle, gave up. He sat there his eyes filled with hate, the only color in face two red spot on his cheekbones. Megan realized how onerous the job was going to be and hoped she would capable of carrying it out. Lord David was a spoilt horrible man she had been shocked by the terrible language he had used about Lady Beatrice, and Lord Cedric.
"Now my Lord, Lady Beatrice is about to visit you. Are you calm enough to listen to her without using foul language? If so I'll remove your gag, please nod your head for yes. Remember it goes straight back again if you start."
There was a stiff nod from his Lordship, having to agree under these circumstances was humiliating, and only increased his anger. Doctor Bruce indicated Megan to remove the implement. She could see he wanted to scream in fury, the look in Doctor Bruce's eye stopped him, he knew it would be replaced if he misbehaved.
"Please help Lord David to his feet Megan, I'm sure he'd like to see how he looks."
He was rather unsteady on the high heels, his balance effected by his secured wrists. Megan steadied him as they approached the mirror. It was only when he saw the reflection that the relaxation of his situation completely registered. The pale yellow satin with white lace made him look so feminine and there was no doubt that if his hair had been longer and he had been wearing makeup that the reflection would have been that of a woman. The snarl distorting the otherwise pretty face distracted from his obvious girlish features.
For the first time he appeared to register on the change of appearance. "This has gone far enough, you," he snapped at Megan. "Get my clothing at once."
"Lord David you must control yourself, now please be seated your mother will be here in a few moments to discuss your future." Said Doctor Bruce.
"I wont let her see me like this, now I demand you release me and get some mens wear."
"Im sorry my Lord, but thats not possible."
Lord Davids face turned red then white with rage but they were spared a further tirade by the entrance of Lady Beatrice. Even at this time of the day she looked so cool and elegant. Her gown was Worth in a rich green silk with a simple trim of cream lace at the neck and wrist. A French roll held her hair neatly above the nape of her neck; she nodded and smiled at Megan's curtsey.
Her attempt at a greeting to her son was interrupted by a snarled, "about time too. Now get me out of these ridiculous clothes and away from these two mad women." He lurched unsteadily in his high heels towards her.
"Sit down David." Her voice was icy and she nodded to Doctor Bruce and Megan to assist. They each took an arm and lead him to a silk covered settee. He sat stiffly his anger evident. Lady Beatrice sat beside him completely relaxed. Megan was not sure whether she should stay; Doctor Bruce motioned her to the back of the room while she remained close to Lady Beatrice.
"Now David how are you feeling, I hope the journey was not to tiring."
He was calmer now; it was obvious that Lord David realized his bluster was not going to work.
"Mother, release me from these ridiculous chains and clothes, Ill go back to London and say nothing more about it. Otherwise Ill sue you for every penny youve got."
"Im afraid David it is not as simple as that. You see as of two days ago you left London on your way to Buenos Aires to audit our business interests. Over there my dear son you are destined to have a fatal accident. It will be quite tragic for all of us; I will read the eulogy at your funeral declaring to have lost such a loving son. Such a tragedy, it's a pity you won't be able to attend. I'm afraid to say I doubt whether you'll be missed."
"You cant do this to me, Mother. I demand you let me go, you can't treat me like this." By now Lord David's face was red, his fury obvious. He struggled frantically to free his arms and before Megan and Doctor Bruce could stop him succeeded in hitting Lady Beatrice in the stomach with his elbow. They held him tightly, Megan with her arms tightly about his neck, it had been a painful blow, but most of the damage had been to Lady Beatrice's pride. Megan had never seen anyone as furious as the elegant aristocrat. She stood delivering a heavy slap first to one cheek then the other.
She looked coldly at the now sniveling man. "I was very angry after your episode with Susan, then to find what you did to Daphne it put me beyond mere anger. You're going to find out what's it's like to suffer, before we're finished you'll beg my forgiveness and Daphne will be your cross to bear and your resurrection. It was obvious Lord David was too terrified to ask what his mother meant "Now Megan, is that your name?"
She dropped into a curtsey. "Yes Ma'am Im Megan."
"Take him out of my sight."
Megan took the now unresisting Lord Davids arm and escorted him from the room.
" Now Doctor Bruce you are to do what we discussed. David will know what's happening to him won't he."
"I dont understand my Lady, know whats happening to him?"
"The changes that will take place, hell be aware that hes losing his manhood?"
"Well yes my Lady, it is impossible to disguise it completely. However I can use mesmerism to make it more acceptable to him."
"No not now. We discussed that and I agreed, but he is showing no remorse what so ever. Now I wish him to be fully aware of the transformation. Can you use your mesmerism to make it more unacceptable to make the loss more acute."
"Yes my Lady to be completely honest I could. However Ma'am if you ask me to I must refuse. I've cushioned Lord Cedrics mind against the changes, making it more acceptable to his psyche. Even so it was very difficult for him, and a good deal of counseling is still required. The male ego is very fragile, it will be far more difficult for your son to cope, and too much stress may tip him into insanity. I can assure you the conversion from the bully boy into a sweet sissy will be a very traumatic experience, he won't enjoy the adventure at all."
Lady Beatrices lips twisted into a sad smile. "If you knew what trouble hes caused over the past six years Doctor Bruce, Im sure you feel less sympathy. However I accept your concern and will leave him in your hands."
Over the following months, little was seen of both Doctor Bruce and Megan. Three days after Davids arrival Lady Beatrice returned to London. Wanting to clear up her son's affairs, to explain his absence. Lady Beatrice told all who enquired that he had traveled to Argentine for new investments. He had reformed and had become a dutiful son in his latest telegraph he told her he had met a girl on the voyage out. It was a shipboard romance, his cousin Daphne who was being chaperoned by Lady Beatrice's brother. He was so taken by her in that they were contemplating marriage in Argentina.
There was a great deal of surprise expressed by his friends, the fair weather ones only interested in Davids money as being so out of character. All Beatrice did was to state her own astonishment, and say that David had changed before he left, she was certain he was sincere and the two were in love. A telegraph from her brother Sir David Barnett confirmed this. Without Davids money to support their lifestyle, his "friends " concern quickly waned. Two months later when Lord Davids townhouse was sold and all his debts paid, and their interest gone there was no one to question his disappearance.
Within the Lord David suite the changes were slowly evolving but they were quite dramatic. Over the first few days he had continued shouting and screaming at his captors. He had been confined to bed, wearing the most feminine nightgown Doctor Bruce had been able to find. A pure white silk creation, long full sleeves finished with a multitude of lace frills so long they almost covered his fingers. The gown falling from a full yoke with the same lace forming a wide Bertha collar that covered his shoulders and fell in a foaming jabot almost to his waist. He loathed the feminine garments, destroying the first, despite the fetters he wore by tearing it apart with his fingers.
The destruction of the beautiful garment horrified Megan but Doctor Bruce took it in her stride, from then on Lord David wore special silk mittens securely fastened at the wrist. A second gown suffered the same fate, but a Spanish bridle stopped any further destruction, and to Megan's relief reduced his foul language to a incomprehensible gurgle. It had been a revelation to her, She had expected the aristocrats to be more refined; but the language from Lord David had been shocking, far worse than anything shed ever heard in her life.
Doctor Bruce or Miss Elsa as she now called her was very nice. Not the slightest bit hoity toity like so many of the professional people, others of her family had worked for. She treated her as a person, not just some servant to be ordered about. Miss Elsa had involved Megan right from the start of her treatment of Lord David, she had explained why she was doing this and the reasons behind it Why it was important that the mix of herbs and potions be so precise when and how they must be administered.
The basics of mesmerism had been explained and although Megan had not put Lord David into a trance, she knew how to control him whilst he was in one and how to remove it when control was no longer required. Over the past two months Miss Elsa had asked her to do things to him that had made her at first terribly ashamed and embarrassed, she had never realized that a man could contain so much male fluid. Once Miss Elsa had explained the reason she had to do this, the task had become quite exciting, So much so her knickers had become so damp she had to go to her room and change them. All the time he was pumping out his white fluid she felt so much power. She had wanted to ask Miss Elsa the reason for this but now felt too shy.
For Elsa Duncan, the task of conditioning Lord David was proving a far more difficult than Lord Cedric. Upon reflection she gathered this must be due to the different levels of internal secretions in the body from the glands. This was a new science as yet little understood, but her work in China had opened a new area. She had milked Cedric during the early stages of his treatment and he had been far less prolific than her new charge. Doctor Bruce now realized much of the current difficulty must arise from the glands between his legs, the testes. The herbal injections that had brought about Lord Cedrics feminization were proving far less effective despite almost doubling the dosage. She journeyed to London and made use of the Reading Library. Two papers were of great interest a Physiologist Arnold Berthold gave evidence of castrating a cock made its comb atrophy, then if the testes were transplanted to another part of the this did not occur. A french Endocrinologist Charles Brown -Sequard had experimented further with male secretions and his conclusion was they governed they male behavior. Coupled with the work she had completed in China with Doctor Wong she knew the answer lay in his testes. There was time for action later, there was no need to reach a hasty conclusion at this stage, and it would also require the support of Lady Beatrice.
Something, which she didnt understand, but was probably, linked to his voluminous secretions her control of David. He entered the trance like state easily enough, but her subconscious behavior controls were always less effective. Twice it had been necessary to renew one control that should have become permanent. It was obviously linked to Davids overactive sexual drive, and the priapism he suffered from, was obviously centered in the testes. She felt sorry for Megan who had had to overcome her embarrassment and shyness, for over the last weeks they had attempted to reduce his libido by systematically draining him. Three times a day they had masturbated him, sometimes he'd undergo two climaxes before he was drained. Even this was not having the desired effect. If there were no improvement, she would have to talk to Lady Beatrice about a more lasting solution.
There had been little chance for Emma or Megan to relax; a critical stage in his development had been reached. The changes in his body were proving far easier to achieve than the conditioning of his mind. David was very competitive his way of compensating for his small size. He had pursued horse riding and fencing and used these exercises to develop a lithe, but tightly muscled body. Now the hard masculine planes were disappearing, being replaced by softer more feminine curves. Thankfully he no longer had his previous strength. For on a number of occasions Megan had been hard pressed to stop him physically overwhelming her despite, his fetters, the confining corset and the drugs. Now she was finding he had less strength and could be more easily controlled.
The herbal remedies injections were proving very successful on his body. Lord David had been blessed (as far as Doctor Bruce was concerned) with many of Cedrics attributes, a slender body, small hands and feet. He was less than 56 tall and his features were finely drawn. Before his arrival the blonde hair was unfashionably long, a thumbing of his nose against authority.
Now three weeks later the chinese based remedy had plumped out his figure; there was a noticeable swelling about his chest, not enough to form breasts but definitely feminine. There was a definition in his waistline, in part caused by the increasing swelling of his bottom, which was now one his most feminine parts. Any hard planes in his face had disappeared to be replaced by soft and pretty features which were only marred by sulky pouting lips and a marked meanness in his eyes.
The tight corset he had to wear during the day did not help his disposition. Megan was at first horrified by it, heavy white satin closely boned, and it held him rigidly erect. At first he was allowed a slight slackness in the lacing, a two-inch gap was left between each of the heavy busks. The period of grace had only lasted a week, and then it was down to one inch, now Miss Elsa insisted the edges meet. Although he had protested loudly, there had been little option allowed, a small trapeze was part of the bedroom fixtures, and once his wrists were fastened to the narrow bar and he was drawn up on his toes and the laces tightened. The trapeze stretched the body and allowed tighter lacing, it was on release that the recipient really felt the pressure.
The corset working together with the herbal mixture had created major changes to his body. His hips had become rounder and fuller, so feminine that Megan was considering asking Doctor Bruce whether she could also take the herbs. His waist was not within the limits sought by Lady Beatrice, and still required a tight corset, David was noticeably more willowy in this region.
The prescription had completed its work on the rest of his body; his skin was as soft and as smooth as any womans. Megan who had taken particular pride of her own body felt jealous of her charge; there was not the slightest sign of any hair where it should not be. Even his pubic hair had become so fine and soft, before it was removed. Miss Elsa wanted to keep this area as naked as a babies. His chest had become a bosom, rounded and pliant. The two high rounded dumplings were the size of seed oranges with very noticeable deep pink nipples with wide lighter colored aureoles contrasting with the creamy skin.
With all the femininity Lord David had not lost his manhood, it had not become any larger, but as if to protest the increasing against the encroaching womanhood his virility was fighting back. Every morning and evening Megan had to milk him, using a silk glove and scented oil shed stroke and caress him until the white liquid spurted forth. It was obvious that he hated being out of control of this function, the relief he obtained from the three times daily was unmistakable. Megan was at first very embarrassed, but now took it in stride. Although all this was new to her, she knew that the amount of masturbation he required was quite unusual. It didn't finish there because each night Lord David had at least one nocturnal emission, sometimes more. Yet Megan noted that he careful never to touch himself, hed urinate sitting down and his hands would never go near his penis. At last she could no longer contain her curiosity and asked Doctor Bruce why.
"Hes conditioned never to touch himself Megan. In his mind there is the suggestion that hell feel as through he has burnt himself if his fingers hands touch it for more than a few seconds. The same sensation occurs if he tries rubbing himself against any object to obtain sexual relief."
Megans look was one of complete surprise, "you can make him stop by just putting a suggestion in his mind Miss Ellen?"
"Yes Megan, and it is comparatively simple when its something to do with the male pleasure organ. Anything connected with lust can be affected by the way they think and can be controlled, its why so many healthy men cannot obtain erections, most of the process is in their minds, not their bodies. Which makes the control very much easier."
"Oh Miss Ellen you are so clever working out all these things."
"I wish that were so Megan, but most of what I apply are the results of research from other much cleverer people. Doctor Sigmund Freud and Doctor Shue Wong are those responsible, Im applying their knowledge."
"They dont sound very English Miss Elsa."
Elsa Bruce gave a smile, Megan was a lovely girl and quite bright despite a limited education. Her knowledge of the world outside the estate was virtually nil.
"No Megan, neither are English, Sigmund Freud is Viennese and Doctor Wong is Chinese."
"Goodness Ma'am, fancy them foreigners knowing all that."
A Humiliating Experience
The conditioning of David continued for another three months, Megan received assistance with the appointment of another maid. Violet was from Lady Beatrice's staff and was at first rather put out at being drafted from their London townhouse to what she saw as the wilds of Hampshire and assisting what she obviously considered a rather provincial maid. However it took her little time to realize just how difficult Megan's task was and she quickly became a willing participant.
Lord David continued to become more feminine and now providing his appendage was hidden, he was too all appearances a very pretty young girl of twenty. His disposition however was far slower in changing; each evening just before he went to sleep Doctor Elsa would complete her conditioning every three days. Megan asked her why she completed her work so late.
"It is when his resistance is lowest Megan when he is tired it far easier too break through the barriers he tries to put up."
Megan continued to marvel at how clever Miss Elsa was, shed never have believed how the Doctor had changed Lord David into almost a girl. The changes to his body were more successful than those changes to his mind and behavior. On the first morning hed be sweet and cooperative, as easy to deal with as Lord Cedric. Over the following days his behavior would deteriorate, by the time he was ready for his next conditioning he would be becoming less controllable. His tongue was still very vicious dripping with sarcasm and he would still use the foulest language. However this was becoming less and less pronounced and Doctor Elsa's conditioning sessions were becoming farther apart. At first it had been twice a day, but gradually the period had become longer, and it had been five days, since the last one. Last night Miss Elsa had carried one out, and now she said it was time for his first public appearance.
Lord David was to have dinner tonight with his Mother, Lady Claire, Lord Cedric and Doctor Bruce it would be the first time he'd enjoyed any company outside the two maids, Doctor Bruce and the occasional visit from his mother. Not that he seemed particularly pleased with the thought.
"Come along my Lord it is time to prepare."
Megan had been told she could select his clothing for the evening and she had taken particular care wanting he charge to look pretty. Lord David had just returned from his bath and didnt look particularly please as he eyed the selection laid out on the bed.
"I dont have to wear those do I?"
"Yes my Lord, Im sure youll look really pretty tonight. Now let me remove your robe and please hold the bar while I put on the corset. " Said Megan.
She could a hardening of his eyes and prepared herself for a struggle, instead he seemed to shrug to himself and gripped the bar allowing her to fasten the ribbons about his wrist and draw up the trapeze until he was standing on his toes. The corset was more shaped than his normal ones and in pulling the laces tightly it clearly defined his waist pulling it into twenty-three inches. Megan ignored the cries from Lord David, and continued her struggle until the edges were touching.
Not for the first time did she notice how defined his waist had become, how his rounded hips and swelling bust line had developed into a feminine shape. Megan released his wrists and Lord David lowered himself to his feet, the corset tightening itself even further as his body tried to assume his normal shape.
"It's too tight, let the laces out."
Although he had become more feminine it had done little to improve his manners, the young peer tried to order them around as though he was still in charge.
"I'm sorry my Lord, I'm following Doctor Brace's instructions. She said the edges must meet. Now my Lord I must put on your stockings will you please be seated?"
Still disgruntled he sat on the bed whilst Megan drew silk stockings up his legs. They were better than her own she thought wistfully, so smooth and shapely, quite wrong for a man. He obviously liked the feel of silk, she thought watching the organ swell between his legs and then stand erect. He was less humiliated by it happening now, two months ago he would have turned red with embarrassment and tried to cover himself with his hands. Now his face was flushed not with shame, but excitement of the silk and satin.
Over his head she drew a white silk sleeveless camisole with low square neckline with fine Chantilly lace and satin ribbon. The garment front fastened with tiny pearl buttons. Megan carefully drew matching white silk knee length trimmed with the same satin ribbon and lace, easing the ribboned fastened waistband over the thrusting organ. He might look feminine but Lord David was certainly large in this area, in her mind were the hard muscled bodies of her brothers but from what she could remember they were not as big as he was. A silk satin underskirt was next. Ribbon ties at the waist long and straight to the ankles where it was trimmed with embroidery and chantilly lace.
As she picked the petticoat Lord David said sharply." That is a woman's petticoat, I will not wear that."
Megan was nonplused; this was the first time in the last month that he'd protested, up till now his garments had consisted of similar suits worn by Lord Cedric. True they were in silk and satin trimmed with lace and very effeminate but they were at least male clothing. She had been very surprised when Miss Elsa had asked her to select women's dress from the wardrobe, for up too now that extensive selection in the massive wardrobe had not been used.
"I'm sorry my Lord, but it's Miss Elsa's instruction. These were the clothing chosen."
"Well I'm not wearing them and while you're at it, remove this damn corset. Take it off immediately, immediately I tell you."
Megan was bewildered, all the sudden her charge's manner had changed completely. He stepped towards her hands raised in anger; Megan was not sure what to do. In a struggle she was sure he could defeat him, the young peer 's body was considerably weakened following the hormone treatment and lack of exercise. It was wrong though to get into a struggle with one's betters. She backed away, but the very angry Lord David advanced towards her his hands upraised.
At that moment the door opened and Lady Beatrice entered.
"Stop that at once David." Said Lady Beatrice icily. He turned towards his mother. "She tried to dress me as a woman, I wont, I tell you wont wear those clothes."
"It was on my instruction David, they are what you must wear in the future."
"Don't be ridiculous, this is insane I won't wear these absurd clothes any longer "He snarled lips twisted in anger. " This cruel punishment has gone on long enough Mother I demand to return to London."
It was obvious that Lady Beatrice had already changed for dinner, she wore a cream lace gown mounted on cream silk with a low neckline and short cap sleeves formed by the scallop of lace continuing from the over bodice. Her slender waist was emphasized by a pale brown cummerbund tightening the skirt over her gently rounded hips before dipping into a short train A blue sapphire necklace highlighted her blue eyes and the long swanlike neck under the gleaming cap of blonde hair. Those same eyes glistened in anger as she listened patiently the ranting of her son.
"Insane David, cruel! What you did to that poor girl was cruel and totally heartless and you've not shown the slightest remorse. No my dear I'm afraid your punishment is far from over, it really hasn't begun. Now you either allow Megan to dress you without further argument and behave very well for the rest of the evening or I'll ask Doctor Bruce to place a suggestion in your mind that will make it even more painful and humiliating than the last time.
David paled at her words, a month ago he had struck Megan and his punishment had been the most awful humiliation, and there was some physical pain but nothing like the mental anguish he had suffered. He had been awake and aware of what he'd been doing the full time, although it felt like a nightmare. In his mind the whole terrible episode occurring again, he had awoken and found himself standing before his mother, Lady Claire, Doctor Bruce, Megan and Violet. Clad only in a heavily boned satin corset, silk stockings, high-heeled shoes and a silk maid's cap and a tiny silk apron that barely covered his rampart member. His wrists were fettered in the fine filigree padded gold cuffs, which were fastened by finely crafted short gold chains to a waistband. He had no idea how he came to be there, or why he was dressed in this manner. Lady Beatrice's smile was cattish, as though she had recently lapped at a delicious bowl of cream. "You look uncomfortable my dear."
"Mother I demand you let me go."
"Oh darling David I don't think you can demand, it is time to mind your manners."
He was about to shout again when he finally realized his position. Please Mother."
"Please Mama, David. You know I much prefer Mama."
"Please Mama, I need your help, release me please."
"Of course you need my help dear. First we must teach you manners and not to be so violent. You hit Megan my dear, you must apologize and be punished to learn some manners."
"Never she's a bloody servant, I won't apologize to a servant. I demand they leave the room Mother I wont discuss this before the hired help." He shouted as his temper once again got the better of him.
Lady Beatrice smiled sweetly to herself, after all the hurt and humiliation she had suffered at the hands of her son these moments were so sweet. To have him in her power like this, soon he would be begging her for release. He would remember the humiliation that lay before. She didn't hate her son, but it brought a sexual ecstasy to have him in her power. The pleasure was palpable so much so that she felt a wetness in her knickers." David my dear, Megan will want more than your apology." She turned to the maid, " please fetch the dog whip from the cabinet "
Megan returned a few moments later with a short springy leather whip.
"Darling you must apologize to Megan and ask her to punish you."
"I wont, I wont and make them leave Mother."
"Oh darling David, look at you, so agitated and unthinking, you must be calm dear. No one is leaving David, we can help you dear, but you recognize that your actions were wrong. We can do nothing for you until you do this. Oh darling please do what we say and all this will be over."
The youth could take it no longer, his lip curled. "Tell her I'm sorry."
"No darling, you must ask Miss Megan's forgiveness. Beg her to punish you, otherwise we'll have to shut you away in the bathroom to give you time to think it over."
Lord David he could no longer stand the awful tremors of desires raging through his body, to wait longer would send him insane. Gritting his teeth, his mind filled with the most humiliating rage he turned towards Megan.
"I beg you to forgive me." He mumbled.
"Oh darling I don't think she heard you." Said Lady Beatrice silkily. "I think you should speak up and say. Please Miss Megan I beg your forgiveness and will you please punish me."
David knew that there was nothing he could do but follow his mother's advice and accept his fate. Anything to be relieved of the terror inflicting his body. His mouth seemed filled with ashes and bile as he stood head bowed before Megan and intoned. "Please Miss Megan I beg your forgiveness and will you please punish me."
The maid was smiling triumphantly as she accepted the apology and said "Certainly my Lord, now please bend over. You will receive ten strokes; you must count each one and say thank you Miss Megan after each. If you fail I will start again."
The humility of bending over before a servant was almost enough to halt the exercise, but he knew there was nothing he could do. As he bent his body over, the thoughts of revenge coursed through him. Suddenly there was a swish and feeling of liquid fire flashed though his body. The pain overwhelmed the sexual urge leaving every nerve ending in agony. From the corner of his eye he could see Megan waiting for his call of thank you, she swished the whip backwards and forwards. The humiliation of what he was about to do was so overwhelming that it was almost too much to bear but David knew it was preferable to the pain. He heard a warning swish and cried through gritted teeth "One, thank you Miss Megan."
He was sobbing before they reached four and on the fifth weeping uncontrollably and as Megan drew her arm back for the sixth stroke urine began to flow down his leg. Megan lowered her arm. "Please Ma'am I think Lord David has been punished."
Lady Beatrice looked at the weeping youth in front of her, it was impossible to reconcile the effeminate creature in the now bedraggled silk and satin with the image that only a few months ago had terrified her. Then he had slapped her face and threatened her with far worse if she didn't increase his allowance. She wanted to harden her heart and tell Megan to go on. However it was clear that the purpose was already served, her son would remember his debasement long into the future, besides there was so much more that lay in the future, to be able to say.
"Remember David dear what happened last time."
The words would echo through his mind, as he shook his head clear of the absolute humiliation and pain he had felt, and the fear of the next stroke that had caused to wet himself. Now before he could stop himself he felt a trickle of moisture as he began to wet himself. This humiliation was enough to change his mind.
"Oh Mama please don't punish me, I'll do as you ask."
Again her voice replied with the same silky tone he remembered from their last encounter, the knowledge that she had the power to force him to do whatever she wished. "Say you're sorry to Megan, and ask her to dress you in your frillies and satin.
David tried to hide the mixture of anger and fear in his voice as he said. "I'm sorry Miss Megan, will you please dress me?"
"In what darling?"
He knew he would not escape, "please Miss Megan will you please dress me in my frillies and satin?"
"Of course my Lord, but first I must change you. Your stockings are quite ruined by your little accident."
Megan led him to the bathroom, washing him thoroughly, before returning with his member in a far more comfortable state.
Directly he was in the bedroom. Megan said,"I must tighten your corset, please hold the lacing bar."
This time there was no argument as he walked directly to the bar. Lord David tried not to show the discomfort the extra inch taken up in the corset. Megan adjusted his petticoats then carefully eased the dinner gown over his head, silk slithered down his body sending unwanted warm tremors through his groin. It was in pale turquoise with cream lace edging the off the shoulder neckline and the wide ribbon straps. Puff sleeves completely off the shoulder encircled the top of each arm. A V shaped pintucked panel emphasized by a large silk flower highlighted the bust and the bodice narrowed to a deep pleated cummerbund. The flared skirt was decorated with garlands of silk flowers and a wide lace frill surrounded the hem.
Long white satin gloves were drawn his arms and he sat as Megan slipped the turquoise silk shoes with pointed toes and three inch louis heels onto his feet. Lord David once more tried to protest as Megan applied a light dusting of powder to his face, and lightly highlighting his high cheekbones with a vermilion paste. His lips were coated with a sweet tasting pink lipstick and she completed his toilette with a touch of turquoise powder to the lids of his eyes. Before he could glance in the mirror Megan deftly dressed his hair into a side parting and combed it into a series of soft waves.
"Come now darling have a look in the mirror and tell me what you think?"
He turned to the large Chevalier mirror, the image made in gasp in a mixture of surprise and horror. Reflected back was a beautiful girl, he was surprised just how pretty he looked, but what frightened him was whom he looked like. The image he saw was that of his second cousin Daphne, the girl his mother had accused him of killing, the one who had committed suicide.
"Well David dear do you recognize her?"
Somehow he knew this was planned, that all along the changes had been made to him to fit this image. Even now he could not work out the reasoning behind it all, but a nameless dread lurked outside his body. He had prayed that the terrible humiliation and punishment he had undergone a few weeks ago was the end of this awful incarceration but now he knew it was just the beginning.
"You know I do, it's Daphne Mother, but why?"
"Oh darling. Please call me Mama, mother's so common. Now it is time to join our hosts for dinner, when we join Lady Claire and Doctor Bruce I'll explain."
It was the first in two months that Lord David had been out of his suite and he both strange and nervous. All his life he had been in control of his life, now he felt that slipping away completely. He was obeying his mother and following her directions, a person he'd previously held in contempt. He'd never felt any love for her; she was just a powerless person he went to when he needed something from and who could be bullied into giving it to him. Now all that had changed, she was in control of his life and at the moment he wasn't sure how he could take back that control.
As he began down the wide circular stairway Lady Beatrice said. "Daphne, you need to lift the front of your gown dear we don't want you to trip. No dear, watch me."
He watched as she daintily spread her arms apart about two feet apart, reached down, gathered her gown and petticoats, and lifted them above her ankles. She stepped elegantly down the wide steps her carriage erect and her eyes straight ahead. He tried to emulate her but felt incredibly clumsy in comparison to the grace of his mother. However he did not stumble and despite the tipping forward of his body caused by the high heels made it without any mishaps to the bottom. Lady Claire and Doctor Bruce were seated on the cream silk settee in the Drawing room. Her blonde hair was piled in a chignon high on her neck and even seated she looked regal her blue dinner gown had a low neckline with lace draped from her shoulders to the center front. The tightly fitted bodice had a short lace edged over bodice, the draped cummerbund forming into a flared skirt with four rows of pleated silk bordering the hem. She was seated next to Doctor Bruce; he felt a sense of annoyance to see her holding a role he thought far above her station. Even more when he noticed the Doctor wearing a very fashionable gown of cream silk.
Lady Claire beckoned to David, "please sit between us."
He seated himself awkwardly, moving as far as possible from the Doctor.
"It's perfectly all right my dear, she won't bite you." Said his Mother. "Oh darling you don't think she should be here, is that it? Really David you are such a snob.
Elsa Bruce's face flushed pink and she made a move to stand. "No please Elsa, it would be quite wrong to take notice of my son. His attitude and manners have improved enormously with your help but it is obvious we still have a long way to travel."
"I really wouldn't have believed it. Said Lady Claire. "He is identical to Daphne, really if she were here in the room now it would be impossible to separate them."
"What is this all about Mother. Mama. Tell me when I can get back to London and be rid of this playacting. I won't be bullied any longer, tell that quack to finish with this I'm tired of it all."
"David! You agreed to behave, do you want to be punished again?"
"That was in the bedroom, you wouldn't dare do anything to me here, the servants would hear the noise and it would be all over the village."
"Elsa my dear, could you make a suggestion."
Doctor Bruce smiled icily at Lord David. "Of course Lady Beatrice." She clicked her fingers at Lord David then moved them imperceptibly, his eyes were drawn to them, she spoke softly in a tongue neither in the room understood. Only later did Lady Beatrice realize it must have been Cantonese. All at once the anger seemed to leave his body, his movements were now fluid and quite feminine as he turned towards Lady Beatrice, curtsied and said. "Please forgives me Aunt Beatrice, I did not mean to be rude."
The astonishment of both ladies was almost comical. "I don't believe it, what did you say David."
The pretty face blushed bright pink with embarrassment, "I don't understand Aunt Beatrice, my name is Daphne not David and I was apologizing for being so rude."
Lady Beatrice looked at Doctor Bruce, then turned to Daphne. "I'm sorry Daphne, I didn't understand would you excuse us for a moment while we talk to Doctor Bruce?"
"Certainly Aunt Beatrice, I'll wait outside until you call." She walked gracefully to the door.
"Please Elsa can you explain what happened?"
"Certainly my Lady, some days ago I suggested to him he would become his cousin Lady Daphne on a certain command, and just a few moments ago I enacted the command."
"Is it David there or Daphne and is he aware of the change in personality?"
"It is David who is accepting the commands, he is aware of what he is being forced to do and will be trying to fight against it ma'am. However the suggestion is too strong and he must accept the new personality."
"Can we leave him like that forever, that would be so wonderful."
"Unfortunately Ma'am it won't last that long, twelve hour at the most, then it has to be renewed. Over time we can transform him, but he is proving a very difficult patient. He appears to have to high a level of the male secretion, and that is fighting against his new state. I'm afraid we are not going to be completely successful unless that barrier is removed, Lord David may require castration."
"But not yet Doctor?"
"I'd like to try just a little longer ma'am before taking that step. One more thing my Lady, to enforce this period I'd like him to know his fate, that would require removing the command for a few moments. You explaining what your plan is and then renewing the suggestion I'm sure it will implant his coming fate more deeply."
The removal of the command reminded Lady Claire of Mister Stevenson's novel "The Strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" one moment the beautiful young girl was smiling and feminine, the next scowling and angry.
"What did you do to me, I demand to know."
"David be quiet and listen, my dear your punishment is at an end, but your reformation is just beginning. Your treatment of Susan was horrific, to rape her then abandon her was the work of a scoundrel, and I know she was not the first. Then you murdered dear sweet Daphne, oh not physically but nevertheless she died by your hand."
"It wasn't my fault Dammit, I'll not be held responsible."
Lady Beatrice raised her hand, her voice was cold and cutting, "Be Quiet! " It was enough to bring his silence as she continued. "What you did was utterly immoral and I have decided to reform you. You David will become Daphne and spend the rest of your life in that role."
His face was white as the impact of his mother's words reached his mind. "You can't, you can't do this to me. Oh please Mama No! No!"
"It's for the best David and I know one day you will realize that."
"NO Mama you can't." He flung himself to the floor, on his knees reaching up. No Mama no don't do this to me."
Lady Beatrice smiled as she said. "While Doctor Bruce has been feminising you, Uncle John has been in Argentina. With Uncle John went one of our maids who closely resembled Daphne. You my dear are also there in Buenos Aires. At least that is what all your friend and acquaintances believe. Almost everyone who knows you has been told you there. A short while ago you met John and Daphne fell in love and married her there. While traveling in the wilds on your honeymoon you were tragically killed. In such a manner that it was not possible to recover your body. Now my dear David, Daphne, the poor widow will shortly arrive at Dorincourt to mourn for the next few months. You my darling will take over her role soon, and become the tragically widowed Viscountess Daphne of Fairfax
He knelt his body rigid with the horror of his mother's plan, before he could move Doctor Bruce repeated her phrase. A surprised Lady Daphne looked up at Lady Beatrice unable to comprehend her position on the floor.
"I'm sorry Aunt Beatrice, how clumsy of me. I must have tripped."
Doctor Bruce reached out helping her to her feet.
The end of part one.
Daphne's fate is decided in part two
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