Position in Family

A POSITION IN THE FAMILY

By Bea

Gentle Reader: Please don't be reading this if you are under eighteen years of age. Also? As this story is strictly a low key, hetero, transvestite, fantasy it will probably bore the socks off anyone seeking graphic sex or violence.

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I've heard that there's no snob like a lady's maid. This may be true but, speaking from personal experience, I'd say that the biggest snob of all is the child of a lady's maid - which is what I was.

There is some mystery involved in my birth - I still don't know my father's name - but I know it cost my mother her job with the Dalmain family. Not that she held any grudge against them. She thought the whole bloody family controlled the orbit of the sun. She did get support of sorts from my father, whoever he was, and I think (or like to kid myself) that he is on the same social plane as them, but any time she ever mentioned him, it was with a 'curled' lip, if you know what I mean.

Anyhow, the amount of money she received didn't keep us in luxury by any means - neither did her job in real estate sales, though she was quite skilled at it, and with the occasional burst of good fortune managed to keep the wolf from the door.

Anyway, she did bring me up the best she could, snobbery and all. I really don't remember my early childhood, as my memory doesn't seem to kick in until I was just about six years old. I do know, however, that she didn't care too much for the type of friends made available to me by my sex, and our economic situation. The type of boys residing locally were far too 'rough' for her, and I discovered fairly quickly that if I got too close to any of them, she would start to distance herself from me.

As she was, absolutely, my very best friend, any tendencies I had to become friendly with boys got (voluntarily) limited. Girls, on the other hand, were a different story. They were made welcome at the house, given cookies (me too!), Soft drinks, etc., and made thoroughly welcome. As it was much less of a hassle to have girl friends then, I began to associate with them almost exclusively.

With all of this, I guess that I became a bit of a sissy, and didn't lose that tendency as I got older. The fact that I was rather daintily built, and was well in to my teens before my voice even started to break was probably some kind of indication. The fact that I'd little or no body hair until the same time, was another.

My mother was a firm believer that idle hands will find the devil's work to do. Accordingly, I helped around the house.

I became a reasonably competent cook by the age of thirteen, and had reached a similar competence in sewing, cross-stich, and crochet, by sixteen. Many's the night we'd sit happily by the fire, chatting over cocoa as we crocheted squares for an afghan throw rug, or caught up with our sewing repairs. Sometimes she'd read a letter from aunt Kate (her sister), still employed as a housekeeper by the Dalmain family, which had now been reduced to Mrs. Dalmain and her daughter Terry - a real hell-cat if my aunt Kate could be believed.

Aunt Kate always wrote a cheery, gossippy, letter and always asked for me at the end. I'd only met her once when I was little, but it was a fond memory I had of a kindly, red haired lady with a jolly laugh and shiny eyes. She and mother had had some kind of fight over the way my mother was bringing me up. A quarrel serious enough to keep them physically apart, but not bad enough to stop them communicating with each other by letter on a regular basis.

As I said, mother was my best friend, but our relationship was more like sisters, now that I look back. Of similar builds, she started sometimes dressing me up in her clothes - just for fun. One time though, when I was fifteen, things got out of hand a little. She had dressed me from the skin out. Panties, bra, slip, and a pretty floral dress. Her shoes were a little big for me, but I'd had some practice at wearing them, so could walk fairly well. Both of us giggling into the mirror, she made me up - lipstick, mascara, eyeshadow, blush - the works. My hair wasn't long enough to do anything with, but she thought for a minute, then went and got me a little cloche straw hat with a veil.

Maybe it's because a hat is normally considered as an 'outside' accessory, but a gleam came into her eyes. "There's a good picture at the Odeon tonight. If we hurried, we could just make it. Want to go?" "I'll have to change" I demurred, reluctantly. "Why?" She answered "If we wait much longer, we'll miss the start. I can get you one of my coats, and a hand bag. It's dark. No-one would know --come on, lets do it!" I was thrilled, and terrified at the same time. She brought me a swagger coat and a bright silk scarf for around my neck. She hurriedly threw a lipstick and a compact into a small handbag and presented me with it as she pulled on her own coat.

She locked the front door. Giggling together, we linked arms and walked the couple of blocks to the movie hall. Inside, she bought some soft drinks and candy, and we settled down for an enjoyable evening. It wasn't that great a show though, and about half way through, I got the urge to go to the bathroom. Uneasily, I told her the problem. She just stood up. I thought we were going to go home , so followed her. She led me into the ladies restroom!!

"Oh Mummy" I said, "I can't go here" this is the ladies!" "Well you are here" she retorted "and we're the only ones right now. But if you care to wait around until some other ladies come in ...?" She laughed quietly, as I ran into a stall and did the needful. When I came out, she was standing at the mirror, freshening her lipstick.

She motioned for me to join her at the mirror. "C'mon" she said " your makeup needs freshening too". I shook my head in refusal, and just then, an acquaintance of hers came in - a Mrs. Dolan from the office. I'd met her a couple of times, and can't say that I cared for her a great deal.

"Oh hello there Nora." she said. "Fancy meeting you here. Enjoying the pict..." And then she saw me! I would have been able to carry it off better if I'd had more practice, I think, but I'm positive that I saw a flash of recognition before she said "Well, this young lady must be a relative, surely - she's the spitting image of Philip."

My mother was flustered, and it showed. Finally, she pulled herself together enough to introduce me as "Kathleen - my sister Kate's daughter" - she babbled. Mrs. Dolan gave me a cool hand to shake, but then excused herself "Got to see how the movie turns out - a real pleasure meeting you Kathleen. Amazing, the resemblence to your cousin. Say hello to him for me." Speechlessly, I nodded. Shaken, mother and I left, all interest in the show gone, and the giggles out of us now. Mother berated herself for being so stupid "Oh dear god, what have I done to you?. If that evil tongued bitch has guessed that you're Philip, it'll be all over the office. We may have to leave this town for good! - Oh damn me for an idiot!"

But though I'm positive that Mrs. Dolan knew, for whatever reason, she kept it to herself. Her only fun, when she met me would be to crinkle her eyes with a sly smile, and comment how like my cousin Kathleen I was - "and she such a pretty one too."

From that point on though, I think mother started to think about what that night's episode could have done to my career in that town, if word got out that I was flitting around in women's clothes. The dressing up ceased immediately, even though the feminine pursuits continued. We were both very proud when I sewed a dress for her from a very difficult pattern. She was impressed enough to wear it to the office, and really delighted to be asked where she had bought it. "A truly professional piece of sewing" she said happily - "I'm going to have to talk you into making more for me".

And life went on. I was just coming up twenty and ready to start my third year of college. Home on vacation, I'd tried to get a part time job, but failed miserably. I was starting to get the idea that I was bright enough, but had no real drive. I was also too big of a snob to take the more menial jobs that I really needed to garner practical experience in any field. By the end of the first week, both mother and I had gratefully accepted the fact that I'd tried for a job. Now I could settle down and look after the house for mother while she was at work - a situation that appealed to both of us.

But then the fateful message came. Mother had to call aunt Kate as quickly as possible. The number she left was up in the hinterlands of Scotland somewhere. When I took the call originally, aunt Kate wouldn't tell me what it was about, but hinted excitedly that it had something to do with me.

When she came home, mother made the call from her own room. I wanted to listen on the extension, but decided against it. When she came back into the room, I could tell that she was excited, maybe even a little distraught. She surprised me by pouring us both a drink of scotch, before telling me what was going on.

Seems that Terry, the holy terror of the Dalmain family had got herself into serious academic trouble, to the extent that she was facing expulsion from her most recent school. As she was just approaching nineteen and had been expelled twice in the last two years, she was beginning to be viewed with some exasperation by her sainted (Kate's description) mother. It seemed also that Kate had been doing some bragging about her nephew Philip, and how well he was doing at university (fairly true), and how he made a good side income being a tutor in a variety of areas (not so true).

An offer had been made. If I was interested, Mrs. Dalmain would be more than glad to provide me with a first class flight to Aberdeen, then similar rail transportation to the village of Auglin outside of which was her summer cottage . My job would be to be Terry's companion and tutor until the beginning of term, approximately ten weeks away. I would be paid at the rate of 80 pounds per week and, naturally, room and board would be included.

The money was not fantastic, but a helluva lot better than I would have anticipated from any other job. It also appealed for other reasons. One, I'd be meeting this family that had fascinated me for years. Two, there was always the chance that this little side job might let me impress Mrs. Dalmain to the extent that she'd give me a high level job in one of the family's multiple, and far-flung interests.

On the down side, Mrs. Dalmain had stressed the fact that I had to be told how isolated they were there and that there was no entertainment of any sort - not even T.V. as Terry had been denied that until her scholastic skills took an observable upturn. All that remained was reading, walking (as weather permitted) and the radio. At another, personal level, both mother and I had been looking forward to seeing each other again, and this would be a major separation - but both of us agreed that it was probably a good career decision, and she telegrammed my acceptance.

I flew into Aberdeen two days later, quite excited as I had just completed my first-ever flight, and by the adventure in front of me. My connection to the train went very smoothly, apart from some difficulty with the taxi drivers hellacious brogue while I was being driven to the station. About six-thirty in the evening, the train pulled into Auglin, where aunt Kate was waiting for me. We kissed, with her commenting excitedly on the strong resemblance between my mother and me as she led me to an old Daimler, helping me to stow my luggage in the capacious boot.

When I commented on the fact that she was acting chauffeur, she laughed "Yes. I guess I'm the general dogsbody now. We used to have old Dougal from the village drive us around and look after Betsy (she patted the dash affectionately) here, but he turned into a grumpy old bastard - and not very civil to the madam. He made the mistake of talking out of turn to miss Terry one day though, and that was the end of Dougal. She fired his arse so quick, he never knew what hit him - silly old bastard. Anyway, I've always liked messing around with motors -and chauffeurs (she gave me a sly grin)- and there's bugger all to do up here, so I volunteered my services. Mrs. Dalmain didn't like the fact that we were three women by ourselves. I gave her my respectful opinion that any man stupid enough to mess with miss Terry might get more than he bargained for.. she looked at me real strange for a minute, then laughed .. Cor! Did she laugh. And that was that."

She looked at me, smiling. "I'm so glad you're here that I can't shut up. So how's your mother? .. Still in real estate sales?" And we chatted happily until we got to the Dalmains summer 'cottage'. "It's been modernized a lot" she explained. "Mrs.. Dalmain tore out walls and stuff after the master died - tight as a tick, he was - but the kitchen, dining room, and my suite are on the first floor. The parlour and four bedrooms are on the second, then there's a bloody big attic above them with tons of stuff stored away. The mistress has an office tacked on to her suite, and Terry has her own darkroom - she's really a whiz photographer" she added proudly. "The cottage is really comfortable now. Been in the Dalmain family for ages. Was a real dungeon before. Now it's a pleasure to come up here".

While she had been expounding, we had gone through an electronically controlled gate, and up a long winding drive way, bordered with beautiful rhododendron bushes, resplendent in white, mauve, and red blooms. It was obviously an old house, but sat in what could best be described as a miniature glen. I was extremely impressed. It was my first time seeing what real money could do, up close.

"Madam and miss Terry said something about going for a walk," Kate said, "but just to get you settled in. You've a nice room, just down from miss Terry's - has a shower and all modern cons." She stopped the car at the front of the house. "We'll stop here for a bit so that we can get your luggage into the house. I'll garage Betsy later."

As she had indicated, the house was bright, modern, and roomy in the inside. As we carried my luggage upstairs, I asked her something that had been bothering me. "What do I call them?. Is it 'madam' and 'miss Terry', or 'Mrs. Dalmain' and 'Terry'? - I'm really at a loss". She shrugged, and admitted that she didn't know ..."But you won't go wrong on the more formal side. If they want you to call them any different, believe me, they'll let you know. But I'll let you unpack and freshen up . I'll be serving up something to eat around eight-thirty - you've to eat with them, by the way - so come down about eight fifteen, and get introduced." With that,she left me.

My room was larger than I'd thought it would be. A good size bathroom with a shower off to one side, good big closets, a dresser against one wall, and a nice view through some light woods, and up the glen. There was even a small fireplace, already set, but not lit. The furnishings were old fashioned and large - a canopied bed, with end tables on each side and, over by the window, a small table and comfortable chair. It was somewhat feminine in decor, the colors being primarily pink and white with lace drapes at the window matching those hanging at the bed canopy.

The bed cover was of a satiny finish, again in pink and white, with large white pillows, frilled with lace on top of the bed. Some prints adorned the walls, all different, but all of young women in extravagent hats. Idly, I wondered if Terry was the photographer. I looked at them quite closely, but could see no artists name there. I spent the next twenty minutes unpacking and getting what clothes I had with me stowed away in the dresser and closet. A quick shower and change of clothes, and I was ready.

I was rather nervous going downstairs. I hadn't heard anyone while in my room; neither voices nor plumbing noises, so had assumed that my employers had been delayed. Accordingly, I had left it until about eight-twenty five to make my entrance. With some trepidation, however, I heard two female voices, neither of which were aunt Kates. I do hate being late, so entered the dining room with some anxiety.

The two women standing there in front of the fire offered an immediate study in contrasts: there was absolutely no possibility of confusion as to who was who. Mrs. Dalmain was an attractive, very attractive, lady. I thought her taller tnan me, until I noticed the high heeled shoes she was wearing. She was plainly, but elegantly, attired in a grey plaid skirt and dark blue cashmere sweater. A double strand of good size pearls around her neck matched the pearl earings she wore. Her hair was dark, well coiffed - not a strand out of place. She was fully made up, that much was obvious, but it had been applied with more than the normal amount of skill.

Her daughter, Terry, was a different kettle of fish altogether. She was big - at least five-ten topped with blonde, rather untidy hair in a pony tail. A sturdy build was encompassed in blue jeans and a tank top of an indeterminate shade of green. Beat up running shoes completed the outfit. Intense blue eyes, no make-up, no jewelry. Her face showed no change of expression as her mother approached me, small hand outstretched.

"So you're Philip" she said, shaking my hand. "I'm Mrs. Dalmain, and that hulking presence behind me is Terry. She really can be a sweet child when she wants but she's not overly happy at giving up her holidays with her friends..." "It's so unfair, mother..." Terry interrupted. "Do stop interrupting dear" Mrs. Dalmain said brightly "and come and meet this young man that I've heard so much about from Katie".

My hand was enveloped in a large paw when Terry followed her mother's instructions. Up close, she was a lot more attractive. Her skin was really clear, and her eyes a penetrating blue that indicated a lot more intelligence than her academic record indicated. Her build, which I had taken to be heavy was, on closer inspection, obviously athletic. She walked with style - not the feminine grace of her mother, but the self-confident stride of the person who is naturally good at most sports.

I was somewhat intimidated. "Why are you blushing?" She asked me. "Goodness Terry!" Mrs. Dalmain exclaimed "Have you absolutely forgotten even the rudiments of good manners?" "I asked a civil question mother" Terry retorted, pleasantly enough. "I just wanted to know why he was blushing. Generally speaking, I find that people who blush easily think that they have something to hide.. "

"I'm sorry miss Terry" I cut in "I was embarrassed because I was late getting down here. I had hoped to be here before you and your mother arrived." I smiled my most disarming smile "Yes, I was feeling a little intimidated meeting my new bosses for the first time. I thought that being in the room first would make it a little easier.."

My explanation seemed to satisfy her. She nodded in a way that signified that she understood, and her demeanour lightened considerably. "See, mother" she said, smiling "Your reputation is such that you've got this poor boy in a terrible state." "My reputation?" Mrs. Dalmain replied. "You're being naughty again Terry... and Philip has quite a few years on you. He's a young man, not a boy." "O.K. Mother." Terry said "I get the point. It's just that he's so ...tiny. I'll swear that you're bigger than him." Mrs. Dalmain pretended outrage "What can I do with such a barbarian?" she asked me. "In one sentence she offends both of us." She turned to Terry. "Let me explain dear. Older women, like your mother, like to feel dainty and demure. Young men like to feel ... macho?. By pointing out that I'm bigger than him, you make me out to be a carthorse - and him out to be dainty.." Terry laughed "Dainty is as dainty does - to paraphrase Kate - and, talking of Kate, here's dinner. Thank god! I'm starving!"

Dinner was a pleasant meal. Mrs. Dalmain was a gracious hostess and Terry displayed a lively sense of humour. I found myself drawn to Mrs. Dalmain - she was so charming. At the same time, though I enjoyed Terry, I was more than a little intimidated by her. She ate like a horse, seconds on just about everything - even a large portion of dessert. She did make a few barbed comments about my 'girlish' appetite, but all in all, I enjoyed my first meal there.

After dinner, Mrs. Dalmain excused herself to take care of some correspondence - I think more to let Terry and I get aquainted than anything else. I was invited to Terry's room, ostensibly to see her doll collection. As I'd heard of this hobby of hers from aunt Kate, I was somewhat surprised when Terry started talking to me before she even opened the special cases that housed the collection "I'm willing to admit that this is not your fault" she started "But you're the only available person I can take it out on. I'm not the sweetest person in the world, so I'd strongly advise you to listen what I'm going to tell you just now. I'll tell you once. So listen up..."

"You're mother hired me as your.." I started. "Dammit!" She snapped. "I told you to listen!. Now be quiet!" I jumped when she spoke, and decided that discretion was the better part of valour, so pursed my lips, and kept them shut as I listened. "You're going to be my tutor in latin and mathematics primarily, with some history thrown in, right?" I nodded. "O.K. Now here's the deal. I'm a lot smarter than people think. I did make some stupid mistakes that got me into this mess. As I said, not your fault, I guess.. But I'll work with you - but at my speed. I promise that my grades will be up when I get back into school - for which you'll get the credit. At the same time though, I'm damned if I'm having some namby-pamby like you tell me what I have to do during my summer hols.."

Any ideas I had had of controlling this young tigress were flying out of the window - fast! Bluntly, she scared me. I knew it, and what made matters worse was the fact that she knew it as well. I could see it in her eyes as she talked to me. She was used to ordering servants around; life had just provided her with another.

"... So what you're going to do is suggest that we handle all the tutoring on an informal basis.." She smiled serenely "... As if we were just two friends loafing around. Then, when she asks you how I'm doing, you'll just tell her that I'm doing much better than you'd thought.. Blah, blah, blah - understood?"

I understood only too well. Any chances I had of establishing good study habits were going to be practically worthless. She was also taking over control of the whole tutor/pupil relationship - control that should rightfully have been in my hands. I coughed delicately, giving myself a moment longer to think. "Actually" I said, with all the enthusiasm I could muster "what you're suggesting is a ... eh .. perfectly .. viable way of tutoring. I don't see any harm in proposing it to your mother."

She grinned, knowingly. "Very well put, Phillipa. Now lets look at my dolls. I'm sure you'll like them." She started opening up the special handling cases. So, I ignored her changing my name to the feminine version, pretending that I hadn't heard. She knew better, however, and I became Phillipa occasionally in our private conversations for a while - until she re-christened me altogether.

I was very impressed by her collection. All the dolls were in what I guess would be classified as 'miniatures', being only six to eight inches high. The quality of manufacture was uniformly excellent, even to my untrained eye. I was surprised though by the condition of some of the dresses. Quite a few of them were visibly deteriorating. When I mentioned this to her, I saw her as a young girl for the first time. I could have sworn that she came close to tears as she explained how 'awfully' expensive it was to re-furbish the dresses - and to buy new ones - well the costs were astronomical. When she came into her money, she was going to have them all re-done. At this particular time, she was spending her whole allowance on photographic supplies.

I don't know what came over me. This junior grade tyrant had already shown me who was boss - and that she considered me as some kind of 'girl' companion, hired to keep her company. All I had to do was keep quiet. I think I wanted to impress her with 'something' that I could do well though, so like an idiot, I told her that "maybe" I could run up some little dresses for her dolls. She ignored me! She simply looked at me disbelievingly, and continued pulling dolls for me to see. Aggravated by her attitude, I spoke up "I made a lot of clothes for my mother. Some dresses were quite hard to do, harder than a little doll's dress, I'll bet." She got that evil smile again "Made your own little dresses too?" Indignantly I shook my head. She then hit a home run "Wore your Mummie's then, eh?" I couldn't stop the furious blush that ran up from my neck and suffused my face. "You put on your mothers dresses!" She laughed gleefully "Undies too?" My face told all, so, despite my denials, she gradually wormed out of me what had happened up until that night at the movies. She was a little disappointed, I think, to find out that it had only been one, harmless, occurrence but I guess that it reinforced her first impression of me - one that I never dislodged.

She had me help her put the dolls away, then took me to her dark room - her pride and joy. To be honest, it was a little too technical for me. I think she recognised this quickly. Smiling, she excused me and let me retire for the evening.

In bed I went through a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. The evening had been unlike anything I could have possibly anticipated. On one hand, I was captivated by Mrs. Dalmain's sophistication and charm. On the other, Terry's dominance over me provided little tingles of an anticipation that I'd never felt before. She was so 'bossy' - I just shuddered with a combination of fright - and a strange desire to be near her.

The following day was anti-climactic. Off-handedly, I made the 'Terry-generated' suggestion about the tutoring methodology to Mrs. Dalmain. She concurred. "You're the expert" she said.

And so began my apprenticeship as Terry's 'tutor'. In actuality, I became her sycophant, falling in with all of her 'suggestions' and, basically, doing my best to imitate a servant. A few days later, I managed to put myself to an even lower level.

It had been raining, and the three of us were sitting around the fire after breakfast, just enjoying the peace and the warmth thrown off by the burning coals. Mrs. Dalmain happened to ask if I'd any recent snapshots of my mother. Proudly, I dug into my wallet for one of my favorites. When Mrs. Dalmain saw it, she exclaimed "Why, thats a Balenciaga your mother is wearing, is it not?." I was on the point of telling her that the dress in question was one that I'd made. Common sense prevailed, however, and I said nothing.

Terry caught my impulse though. When she got me on my own, it didn't take her long to worm the truth out of me. It now dawned on her that I was capable of being a seamstress for her dolly's dresses - and that's what I became. She conned aunt Kate out of her sewing machine and various scraps of fancy fabrics. For the following week she kept me more than busy, sewing delicate ball gowns and lingerie for many of the dolls in her collection. At first I wasn't too good, it really was miniature stuff, but practice did make me more than proficient, if not quite perfect. She was so pleased and grateful that I forgot my place and got uppity I guess. I had just finished what was agreed to be the last dress. Inwardly, I was pleased. I seemed to have earned Terry's gratitude and thought I might be able to 're-negotiate' our contract and provide me with a little more face.

Anyway, I cut the last thread with a sigh of relief and laid the tiny dress at the side of the machine "Thank god!" I said "I think I'm all sewn out". Terry smiled, very nicely. "Phillipa, would you mind sewing a couple of buttons on my blue blouse? I've been meaning..." "I'm not your bloody maid!" I said quickly, interrupting her.

Shock flashed accross her face, just a little slower than the speed with which she crossed the room to me. I was totally unprepared for the onslaught that followed. Within seconds, I had been pulled away from my chair, manhandled accross the room to her sofa, had my pants and shorts pulled down around my ankles, been stretched over her knees and was being soundly spanked. Some minutes later, eyes still wet with tears, and occasionally hiccuping a stifled sob, I was sewing the buttons on her blouse.

From that point on, I was her slave more than her servant. Not that it showed in our actions in front of her mother. I think that aunt Kate sensed that everything wasn't exactly as it appeared on the surface but, wise old bird that she was, said nothing.

Then, another rainy day provided her with another means of escalating my humiliation. She started using me as her assistant in setting her dolls in various poses for photographic portraits. Frankly, I found it boring, but she seemed to enjoy it - and it kept her off of my back, which I appreciated.

Anyway, even this finally palled, and she thought to explore the attic and see what we could find. It was almost another, gigantic, bedroom - bed, dressing table and mirror, along with a multitude of trunks and hat boxes. Idly, she opened one of the hat boxes, and pulled out a large floppy straw with a mass of flowers at the front and flowing chiffon ribbons to be used as ties under the chin . She put it on, tied the ribbons and sauntered over to her reflection in the mirror. "Don't think it's quite me, eh?" I laughed. "Not really, no." "It might be 'you' then. Come over here and let's see." I balked as much as I dared. "Don't think that it's my style either darling" I said smiling, and waving a limp wrist at her.

It didn't work. She just crooked her finger at me. It really didn't suit me - at least that one didn't. After trying on about another twenty though, I had to admit that at least ten or twelve had looked good on me. Then Terry got her 'great' idea - why couldn't I model hats for her, while she took my photograph. Maybe, she could come up with some as good as the ones hanging in my room. My effeminization started to accelerate.

At first it was only the hats I had to wear, but she was often unhappy with the results after she had finished doing the development of the film. She then 'borrowed' some of her mother's extensive collection of make up, and I was given a quick introduction to that art. Scarfs, of various materials and hues, were added. Lastly, false, crimson-tipped nails to allow the use of my hands in the various poses. Naturally, costume jewelry became a much used accessory.

Some of the photographs were really good, so good in fact that Terry couldn't resist showing them off. One evening, her mother looked up from the portfolio of a young woman trying on hats, adjusting hats, pouting into the mirror as she freshened her lipstick, smiling - flirting into the camera. "These are really good Terry. When did you do them?." "Yesterday" Terry answered. "But who is the pretty gir....... ?". Mrs. Dalmains eyes widened as the truth hit her. "Oh dear." Was all she said.

It rained again a day or so later. To be honest, apart from the dread of what Terry would come up with next, there was a sort of thrilled anticipation that ran through my body. That day, I got more, a lot more, than I could possibly have anticipated.

Terry was grumpy at breakfast, bossing me around in front of her mother and aunt Kate. "Goddam rain" she cursed "I'm bored!". When I suggested that we catch up on some of her studies she gave me a glare that chilled me to the bone. Then she smiled sweetly at me "why don't we play photographer and model?" She asked.

"Oh Terry!" Her mother exclaimed "You'll wear this poor boy out with all of your nonsense. Why don't you go and do something on your own?" Terry flashed a glance at me "Oh, he doesn't mind it. It gives him a chance to have my attention, so that he can lecture me on latin roots and other junk. Isn't that right sweetie ?"

I wasn't crazy enough to argue with her in front of her mother, especially considering the mood she was in, so I nodded in agreement. Her mother looked at me and shook her head a little. I blushed. "But his complexion can't be used to all of that make up" her mother continued. "Can't you just have him wear the hats? I'm sure that his skin would be the better for it". Terry made me blush all the more "But Mummy, he's so good at picking it up...I'll just bet that he's done it before..I mean, it's not too many boys would go out to the movies wearing their mother's dress, is it? I've heard that there are some ..."

"Stop it Terry!" Her mother snapped "Stop it! I think you've gone too far. He's a guest in this house, and you are treating him abominably. Just stop it! "Well, he didn't have to come and be mistreated" Terry said coldly, "It was you that asked him here. He's older than me, and he doesn't like the same things as me, but I've been doing well in my studies - you said so.. And now that I want to have a little fun.." She got up from the table and stomped out of the room.

I knew that I'd better follow her, so jumped up quickly. A flashed glance at her mother caught another despairing shake of her head. Again, I wasn't really sure who it was directed at, but figured that I didn't have enough time to hang around and find out. As I thought, Terry was in the attic again, setting up her tripods and lights.

"About time!" She snapped, "Get your make up on. Lots of it today. Bad for your skin huh! A good spanking would be bad for your skin.." She looked at me speculatively and I quailed inside, "..Naw. I don't want your eyes all puffy... But hurry up!"

I sat at the old dressing table and started to apply the cosmetics. She had stolen more from her mother I noticed, seeing the quantity of tubes and bottles had grown. I was demonstrating a knack for it I thought, seeing the transformation starting to take place. Before I got too far though, she stopped me "I'm getting bored with hats. Lets see what's in these old trunks". She walked over to one of the trunks and started to rummage around.

A few seconds later, I heard a giggle and turned around to see her holding a full-skirted ball gown up against her body. "Wow! Look at this! Wow!" She advanced towards me, holding it out "Why don't you try it on, then you can put on your make up..There must be tons of clothes up here..Oh, are we gonna have fun today!". I tried to argue, to no avail. A few minutes later, I was stripped to my shorts and tremblingly stepping into the full skirted dress that Terry was holding open for me. "That's a good girl" she giggled, pulling the bodice up around my waist "Now just work your arms in through these nice, puffy, sleeves..Oh the dress fits you so well.. That's a girl.. Now just hold still while Terry fits you into your dress.."

A few minutes later I was ensconced in the gown. She stepped back from me, a grin on her face. "Do a nice turn for Terry." I did a clumsy pirouette. "Well, not very good.. But you'll get better with practice". And practice I got, as she worked her way through the trunks. A while later, she had me in a long black silk skirt, and a white chiffon blouse with long puffy, feminine sleeves. A little black straw hat with veil completed the outfit. I couldn't believe it when I noticed that she was starting to get the dissatisfied pout that I was learning to dread. She turned me to face the mirror. "What's wrong with this picture?" She asked.

"I think it's quite pretty." I said placatingly. "Yes. You're right" she said. "But look, an outfit like this should show a little.. you know, 'oomph'.. A little touch of lingerie under that blouse would work wonders." I shifted uneasily. "I thought that there were only dresses in these trunks?" She pondered a moment "Yeah.. But Mummy has a ton of that stuff. She'd never miss a couple of sets." She came out of her reverie "Run down and get, lets see, pink ..blue..and, of course, some nice black undies... Hurry now, get going. The bottom three drawers on her dresser is where she keeps her spares. Oh, and get some shoes while you're at it."

I gazed at her in consternation. "I can't go like this" I said. "Your mother, aunt Kate.. They might see me.. Please..?" She looked at me with contempt. "You're arguing with me again. How do you think you'd look trying on lingerie if you were wearing men's clothes? Don't be ridiculous." My consternation was growing. I literally started panting in fear. "What do you mean, Terry.. Trying on lingerie..?" She looked at me, a half smile now, enjoying the power she was wielding over me. "I'll explain, just once" she said. "You're arguing with me. I don't like servants that argue. So you're going to run down there like a bunny and steal some of my mothers lingerie so that you can dress up. If I were there, and she caught us, she'd think that I was doing it to you. This way, I won't get the blame. You argued with me so, instead of just stealing it now, you'll put it on. A full set ..Panties, bra, slip, garter belt and stockings .. Under what you're wearing, before you come back here. Keep on arguing with me, and I'll have you stay there till she does catch you. Now hurry up-- and don't forget the shoes".

I opened my mouth to protest. She held her hand up and silenced me. "You just won't learn, will you. Now you're going to walk back up here in heels. Want to say anything else?" Submissively, I shook my head, and headed downstairs for her mother's room.

My heart was pounding. What would happen if I got seen by either her mother or aunt Kate?. The skirt was tight around my legs, forcing me into mincing little steps. By pulling it up on both sides, I was able to generate a little more freedom, and was able to get down the stairs fairly quickly. I got no answer to my timid little knock on the door so got into Mrs. Dalmain's bedroom as quickly as I could. I hadn't seen it before. It was a very feminine room, large and airy, done in pastel shades of pink and blue .. lots of mirrors.

I hurried to the dresser and opened up the three bottom drawers. They were capacious, all packed fully with silky, lacy, frothy piles of lingerie. I could see why Terry had thought that a few sets wouldn't be missed. Fervently, I wished that I hadn't argued with her .. I could have been out of here in seconds if all I'd had to do was lift a few sets, I thought to myself as I carefully rummaged through the piles of delicate material looking for the colors Terry had told me to get. Luckily, everything was very well organized in matching sets, so it only took a minute or so.

Trying not to think too much of what I was doing, or of what I seemed to be becoming, I took off the blouse and put on a light blue bra. It wasn't as difficult as I had feared to fasten it at the back. Carefully then, i took my hat off, and ran the full length slip over my head, making sure that it didn't mess up my makeup, and down over my skirt. I had seen some light chiffon scarfs so stole two and used them to fill the cups of the bra (Terry hadn't said such a thing, but I was pretty sure she'd get round to it).

I was still terror stricken but, for some reason seemed incapable of hurrying. A strong sexual pleasure was rising in me at the feel of the materials, and the increasingly feminine appearance of my reflection in the mirrors.

I decided that it would be easier for me if I took the skirt off, so did so, removing my shorts at the same time. The panties slid up my thighs like silken promises. Then I had a little problem in getting the garter belt positioned. Then the delight of sheer nylon on my legs. A pair of black high-heeled shoes got my attention .. a perfect fit!. Off with them, back on with the skirt, blouse and hat, back on with the shoes and I was ready to go .. almost.

I sauntered over to the dressing table and picked up a lipstick that had caught my eye.. Touched up my lips. Took a touch - a teeny touch - of perfume from a bottle for behind my ears and wrists, then headed for the door and upstairs, the other lingerie and my shorts in my hand.

Terry was sitting at the top of the stairs, waiting for me. Pulling up my skirt hem, I walked up the stairs towards her .. Quite gracefully I thought.

I guess that I was finally where she wanted me, so more bullying was unnecessary. She did tease me though as she had me pose for all sorts of photographs in different dresses, smiling as I stepped into them, smiling over my shoulder as I sat in my different sets of lingerie at the mirror, perfume bottle in my hand... Pouting as I applied more lipstick.

While all of this was going on though, I would brush against her, touch her 'accidentally' and make sure that she got some whiffs of my perfume. I could see her starting to get a little aroused. As she stooped over a tripod adjustment I kissed her seductively behind the ear. She grinned at me then took me by the hand and led me to the bed, then sat me down beside her. Her arm snaked around my shoulder, and I was pulled into her kiss.

She was younger than me, but a lot stronger and, I think - more experienced. "You my girl?" She whispered, her hand slowly working up my skirt. "You my girl?" Another hand caressing my breasts. "Course you're my girl" and I was being positioned on my back, my skirt and slip being worked up to my waist.

To all of these questions I was agreeing whole-heartedly, if a little incoherently, straining against her, using my fingers where she positioned them, probing her mouth with my tongue, feeling her body starting to make rythmic thrusts against mine. I felt my panties go down to my ankles and her jeans going down as well. She then kicked them off and, finally, got on top of me.

A shocked exhalation of breath from the doorway, and Terry jumped away from me to face her mother. "Oh mother! For Christ's sake! What are you doing up here?" Her mother stood there, her mouth moving, but nothing coming out.. staring at me. I saw my reflection in the mirror. Lipstick smeared all over my face, panties around my ankles, skirt and slip bunched up around my waist. I started to cry. "It's O.K Betty" I heard Terry say, "Don't cry" then, softly, "Mummy, could you leave us be?, We'll be down in a little while."

Mrs.. Dalmain pulled herself together with an obvious effort. "Yes" she said, "I'll get Katie to make a run to the village . Both of you be down in my room in ten minutes. I think some explanations are in order". With that , she turned quickly, and left.

Helplessly, I looked on as Terry searched through the piles of clothing we had pulled out from the various trunks, and never put back. She grunted in satisfaction a couple of times, though her body hid what was pleasing her. Finally, she turned towards the bed where I still lay, and threw some garments at me .. a grey plaid skirt and a pink cashmere sweater set that we had discarded earlier as being too conservative. "Quick!" She urged, "Get into these, and freshen up your make up. Stop that bloody blubbering for god's sake. You heard Mummy. We've got ten minutes .. less now." Finally, some sympathy showed through. She smiled at me. "A few minutes ago, you said you were my girl.. right?". I nodded weakly. "Well, trust me. Get into this nice outfit, freshen up .. and let me do the talking.. trust me!" "You want me to wear these?" I squealed. "In front of your mother? Oh Terry! What will she think of me?" She looked at me. Shook her head. "You know? You must be a goddamn woman. You look like one but, what's more important, you think like one. Mummy sees you getting humped while you're in full drag - and now, you seem to think she'll forget that if you put pants on? Look. Just do what I tell you. It's going to be OK. Just trust me!"

It only took a few minutes to change, get into the bathroom on the next floor down for a refreshing wash then, under Terry's watchful eye, the application of some light make up. As the assigned ten minutes drew to a close, we approached her mother's door. When we entered, Mrs. Dalmain didn't seem surprised at my dress at all. On the contrary, she seemed more at ease than normal, sitting with a cigarette in one hand, a drink on a small table beside her. She even offered us a drink. I surely wanted one, but thought it best to refuse. Terry and I found chairs and sat facing Mrs. Dalmain.

"I don't think" she said to me "that you are the guilty party in what has been going on. At the same time, you are Terry's senior by at least a year or so, so you do bear some responsibility. I don't quite know what to do. The only thing I see is for you Philip, is to go home ..." "Like hell Mummy!" Terry interrupted, "I'm the guilty party - if there is such a thing.. And you know it! It's taken me quite a time to know what I want.. and Betty here is a large part of it. You're not to call her Philip any more. She's my girl, and she's not going anywhere - until I send her!"

Mrs. Dalmain looked at me. "I hope you don't mind, but Betty is a little too informal for me. Would Elizabeth be acceptable?" I shrugged. She continued by turning to Terry. "Let's see, you've 'converted' a young man - the maid's nephew by the way - into a - I must admit - rather attractive young lady. I'm also coming to the conclusion that your sexual preferences lean towards either girls or feminine young men. Whatever, you seem to be proposing to keep .. Elizabeth .. here as some sort of plaything. What do you intend to do with.. her .. when you go back to school in a week or so?

Terry grimaced "I'm not going back to school .." "Oh yes you are!" Mrs. Dalmain countered. "Oh yes you are. I know you've got lots of money in trust - but don't forget that I'm the executor. I've never given you problems before, but fight me on this, and you'll wish you hadn't!" For the first time, I saw uncertainty cross Terry's face. Her mother continued, in a more reasonable tone of voice. "Look dear, you can't just uproot Phil.. Elizabeth .. she has a mother to consider as well, you know. What will he.. she .. tell her? What will she do while you're at school?" She paused, and turned to me again, an aggravated look on her face. "I'm sorry, I'm getting your gender confused." she said. "Look. I think that a solution is starting to come to me". She turned back to Terry. "I assume that you are determined to keep him in skirts for the time being?". Terry nodded firmly.

She turned back to me. "You don't seem to have a great deal to say. I'd imagine that this must be embarrassing for you. At the same time, you've allowed this young girl to dominate you - and as of fifteen minutes ago, seemed to be enjoying that domination. I probably could force her to let you go home right away - but it would be a real struggle - and you seem quite comfortable in your new role. I think, therefore, it would be a good idea for you to go down to your aunt's room. Wait for her return, then let her meet the 'new' you. While you're doing that, I have an idea that may be of interest to both of you, but I have to discuss it with Terry by herself first. Is that all right?"

What would aunt Kate say?. Nervously, I pulled at my skirt. "I guess so." I quavered. She got up, went to her dresser and got something from there. "This is not a gift." She said, coming towards me. "But when I used to wear that outfit I found that these helped." With that, she put a small pearl necklace arond my neck, and handed me a pair of matching earrings to clip on. She stepped back to view the results "Quite pretty." She commented.

Aunt Kate turned up about twenty minutes later. Despite all my fevered imaginings, she showed very little surprise. "Well, well" she commented dryly. "Terry's got a little friend, has she?" I blushed. "These are madam's old clothes?" She asked. I nodded. "From the trunks in the attic?" I nodded again. "Surprised she doesn't have you in one of the pretty gowns that her mother keeps up there.. didn't she see them?" I could only look at her helplessly. "Well, you better get into your own clothes before madam sees you. She might not take it too kindly..". "She knows" I interrupted. "She asked me to come down and talk to you while she and Terry discussed something." "Well." She said with a sigh. "We may need to talk, but I've got things to do. Here, if you're in skirts now, there's no harm in it I'd say. So put on this apron and give a hand to get lunch ready." Obediently, I put the apron on, and started setting the table in the dining room.

A little while later Terry appeared. She looked pleased and excited. "It's going to be OK Betty (I saw aunt Kate's wry smile on hearing my new name for the first time). Mummy's got a real good idea. I can't tell you anything about it though, as she's got some things to iron out. So let's have lunch... I'm starving!"

So we had lunch. Her mother joined us at the table about ten minutes later. I was still somewhat humiliated, wearing her clothes as if they belonged to me. It was also rather strange to be treated nicely by Terry. Then it dawned on me .. I was her 'girl' and she was letting me, and everyone else know that I had been taken under her wing. It was a nice change though, and after a while I rather enjoyed it. All in all, it was the most enjoyable meal I'd had since my arrival.

As we finished, Mrs. Dalmain asked if I'd join her in the study. Meekly, I aquiesced and followed her through. Terry flashed me an encouraging smile as I left. Once there, she rang for Kate to bring us tea and only made small talk until it had been served. Then she got down to business right away. "I'm not going into details just now, but I can tell you that you can come into the employ of this family if you wish". My surge of elation was curbed a little as she continued. "You will have to realize of course that it will of a.. eh.. feminine .. nature. Naturally, you can refuse it.." As I shook my head, she added "Probably wise. I think you know Terry well enough to have some idea of how she might react if you did refuse?". It was a rhetorical question that needed no reply. I did suppress an internal shudder though.

She continued "I know that this sounds awful, but I've finally convinced Terry that there's no way in which she can .. use .. you on a year round basis. The problem then is to find .. something else. I've only got a vague idea of how to use you, and truthfully, I'll probably want you to go through a sort of 'test' that I haven't even figured out yet .. even though I'm starting to get some ideas even as we speak. But first things first. When Terry comes home for the hols, you will be her "personal" companion, answerable only to her. Your wages will be (she mentioned a mind-boggling sum) per month, payable from her estate."

I shook my head "That's a lot of money. I don't know if I'm worth.." She interrupted me "I think you'll earn it." she said dryly. "I don't know if you really understand what she means by 'companion'. Let me explain. Terry takes after her father .. A rambunctious man, from a long line of them. Starting when he was thirteen, one of the local girls was usually made available as a .. eh ..companion. Ostensibly, she was a maid .. but she was his maid and, from what I can gather, kept rather busy." Simply, she added "You're going to be her maid.." "Not quite a .. maid." I gulped. "Surely?"

She stared at me, obviously at a loss for words. But then continued. "You obviously don't understand. Or do you have some other word to describe it?" She asked, then went on without waiting for my answer. "Terry's already talking about getting you some custom uniforms.. and I imagine they'll be somewhat...flirtaceous, might be a good word?" "But what about when she's at school?" I asked shakily. "Then you'll work for me at a more reasonable salary .. I don't know how much yet.. but that will depend on the..eh..test - and how well you do." She gave me a shrewd glance. "Now you have an idea of what you're getting into .. do you accept?"

I took a deep breath. "When do I have to start?" "I don't see anything wrong with right now." She said. "As a matter of fact, Terry was so sure you'd accept that she's put you on salary as of the beginning of this week. But she agrees that she must leave tomorrow.."

At my obvious puzzlement, she explained. "Two reasons. One,I have some business that must get taken care of, and I'm not about to leave you two alone in the house.." "Oh, I don't think that we would .." I interjected. She looked at me and shook her head. "No offense dear, but I think you'd be in bed, and under Terry a half hour after I was out of here. Believe it or not, she agrees. Her going also provides other benefits. Kate will have a chance to .eh..eh.. smooth out some of your rough edges?" "Was that the second thing you mentioned?" I asked. "No. There's no question about it, Terry wants you in the worst possible way - so I'm using you as an inducement. She'll go live with her aunt in England to finish her 'hols'. Then, when she goes back to school, she guarantees that her grades will be brought up to speed immediately. Then, and only then can she come home to.. er... claim you."

I blushed. She looked at me speculatively "Can I ask you something?" I nodded. "Have you dressed up in ladies clothes a lot?" . "Honestly, no." I replied. She shook her head. "I believe you." She said wonderingly, "But you're more girlish now than Terry will ever be. Do you know that? Some coaching, and no-one will ever guess. But we do have a small chore to do before tomorrow." She looked at her watch. "Almost two.. Lets go and get you a temporary wardrobe from my things." She smiled at my discomfiture. "I really don't mind you wearing my clothes. They look quite nice on you. I have more than I'll ever need and I have the feeling that you'll really get to like them after a while."

She linked her arm companionably through mine, and we both walked up the stairs. I felt as if I'd known her for years.

As we went in to her room, shame faced, I told her of the underwear I'd stolen only that morning. She smiled softly. "That Terry. She's such a bully.. But another set? I have some in a nice gray..". She pulled a full set out and laid them on her bed. Next, she went to her closet. "Let's see..A couple of skirts - some mix and match blouses - a dress or two. Would you come over here a minute dear?"

I walked over to beside her, where for a few minutes I was employed in holding dresses up against my body to let us both have a look. At first I was too shy to say anything, but after some urging from her, started to give my opinion. She was quite taken with my instinctive eye on what would, or would not, suit me.

An hour flew by. She called Kate to the room, and told her to bring us some tea, and have Terry join us if she was finished packing. Kate smiled fondly. "That Terry. I've been helping her pack. Goodness knows where she gets all of her rubbish.. But she's almost done. I'll tell her". She started to leave. Mrs. Dalmain stopped her with a small cough. "Er..Kate, as you probably can see? Your nephew is going to be staying on with us.. in a somewhat ..er.. unusual..er ..capacity". She paused. Kate's expression was one of pleasant interest, but she was obviously waiting for more.

"Well. I'd like you to groom him.. her.. I'll talk to you later." Mrs. Dalmain said in a rush.. "But I want to take Terry to the station tomorrow, and I have other errands ". She plucked at my hair lightly. "You're very good with hair Kate. Could you maybe style this when I'm gone?". She looked at me quizzically "It's almost long enough, and would you mind if I suggested that we lighten it a couple of shades?" I blushed again, but nodded my agreement. She passed an audible sigh. "Thank goodness you agreed. Terry wanted to make you a platinum blonde...I had a terrible time convincing her that a shade or two was more than enough." I started to come to the realization that I had really joined the ranks of the women who dressed to please their men. I knew that I was being told that if Terry had wanted to press that issue --- well then, a platinum blonde I'd have become.

Kate said "I don't see a problem madam, I've got everything I'll need. Do you wan't me to give her a bit of a perm too?" Mrs. Dalmain nodded. Kate turned to me. "About eight thirty tomorrow morning?" "Yes aunt Kate" I said softly. She smiled at me. "Don't worry dear, it'll look nice" and away she went.

I turned back to Mrs. Dalmain. She looked a little flustered I thought. "Almost forgot" she muttered, and went back into her closet. We both blushed when she came out with a matching white nightdress and pegnoir. I discovered the reason for her blush. "..Ahem.. Terry wanted you to wear something pretty for her last night here.." She paused - and I understood. Terry wasn't going to leave without finishing what she had started that morning. I startled Mrs. Dalmain when I giggled "I feel like a virgin sacrifice".

She laughed in relief. "Girls have to pay their way, I guess. Would you like to try it on, and see how it fits?" I declined, blushing again. "If Terry'll be here in a couple of minutes, why don't we put it away until tonight?" I asked. "Like your wedding dress - good idea!" She agreed "Don't let the randy buggers see it until they're committed - right?" With that, she put it back in the closet. Just in time, as Terry's knock came to the door.

"Thought I'd save Kate the trip" she said, bringing the tea things in on a tray. She smiled at me proprietarily. "Guess you're staying Betty?". I smiled back at her. She came over, put her arm around me, and gave me a big kiss. "Mmmm..Mm." She mouthed happily.

Nothing much happened for the next couple of hours. A definite change of status now existed though. It took me a little while to figure it out. Before, regardless of Terry's disdain and treatment of me, I had been the man in the house. In my new attire, job description, and acceptance of same, I had given up that position. Terry was now the 'man'. Mrs. Dalmain and I were now the long-suffering females, putting up with her macho strutting, but all the time realizing that she called the tune - at least as far as I was concerned.

We broke off arond five, and departed to our respective rooms for naps before dinner. Terry did grab a piece of my backside as we left, nearly making me drop the bunch of clothes I was carrying, amongst which was my nightdress and peignoir for that evening. She muttered "I'm so glad.." but broke it off, and we separated.

I showered after my nap, and put on some of my new clothes for dinner. I used the gray lingerie that Mrs. Dalmain had given me, under a plain brown skirt and light blue blouse. The blouse was a little feminine and showed the underwear quite clearly. It then dawned on me that the shoes didn't go, so I made up my face and went back to ask Mrs. Dalmain if I could possibly have some footwear.

She didn't mind at all and, even though she was in her underwear herself, had me come in and join her. Now that I was 'one of the girls' I guessed, I didn't pose any threat. She complimented me on my choice of clothes as she found me a pair of shoes that fit. Then she suggested that I sit down at the dresser mirror, and proceeded to give me some useful tips on shading my make up. She chattered to me, quite the thing, as she got dressed and had me help her fasten the back of her dress. I was also instructed to start calling her Andrea. I reddened with pleasure - she was treating me like an old friend. We went down to dinner together, again arm in arm.

Dinner was strained. Terry's intentions were made all too obvious by her attitude towards me - plus her attentiveness in ensuring that I had plenty of wine. I was, in truth, starting to get a little scared of her, so accepted more than I should have. Andrea looked on with more than a little sympathy for me, I thought .. but there was obviously no way that either of us were going to stop Terry in such a steamrollering frame of mind.

Kate cleared away, refusing my offer of assistance, and saying that she was going to retire early if no-one minded as she had a slight headache. Terry took this as her cue. Looking at me with an obvious grin, she mentioned that she was going to read for a while in her room... If I felt like a little company later on, I'd be more than welcome to drop by and see her... After ten minutes, I started to get nervous - I certainly didn't want Terry getting impatient - I mentioned to Andrea that it was getting late. She smiled understandingly, and wished me a good night.

Up in my room I changed pretty rapidly into the nightdress and pegnoir set that Andrea had given me earlier. My hair definitely needed styling, i thought a little tipsily as I applied a brighter shade of lipstick (Terry had already shown me that she liked the red reds on me) in front of the mirror. A quiet knock on my door frightened me - surely Terry wasn't mad at me already? I hurried over to let her in, but it was Andrea instead - a pair of fluffy white slippers in her hand. She handed them out to me. "We both seem to keep forgetting that you have feet. I think these'll go with your nightwear - you look very pretty - goodnight." "Thank you Andrea." I said sincerely. "Thank you for everything."

Terry called for me to come in when I knocked a few minutes later. She wore a pair of men's pyjamas under a plaid robe, and was lying on top of the bed, propped up by a pair of pillows, a book beside her. "Wow!" She exclaimed "What an outfit! Mum sure did you proud. Walk around for a minute - model it for me." With a little verbal instruction from her, I was parading around the room. At first I was very self conscious but after a few minutes I started to enjoy flaunting my outfit and strode around confidently emulating the models I had seen.

Terry shook her head disbelievingly "Fantastic. C'mere Betty. Lie down here beside me". Willingly, I did so, carefully draping my pegnoir around me as I lay down. She raised herself on one elbow, looking down on me and started to caress my tummy. I felt as if I was melting, and turned towards her. She laughed "Playing hard to get huh?. Well just wait a minute, we have to talk" "About what? " I grumbled, moving closer to her.

"I'm starting to think that I don't need to say this" she continued "but I want you to know what I want you to be." "Your girlfriend, for Christ's sake ! I know, honestly I know! Will you get on with it!" I interjected, hardly believing myself what was being said by my mouth - and the tone I was using to her. She was nonplussed I think, her little cutie turning on her? But her hands started to get busy on me again. I strained up to kiss her, but she pushed me down. "Listen!" She commanded "For one damn minute!. When I come home for hols.." "I'm going to be your maid, I know, I know!" "And you're.." " Going to wear pretty uniforms - anything else?"

She was starting to get aroused herself. Her lips finally met mine and the love making started in earnest. She may have played the part of the man, but she still had enough feminine instinct to hold back from me until I was agreeing to all the little caveats she was muttering in my ears as we writhed together. Of course I would be her maid, of course I would be the most feminine maid you ever saw. I would primp, curtsey, and flounce - not just for her, but in front of others too - if I wanted to cultivate a little French accent ? - Well that would be just fine!

She finally made love to me. It was extremely physical, and I'm afraid that I wasn't very ladylike but, extremely satisfied, I found myself on my back, my garments in disarray, and her on top. I woke her up around four a.m. and we had a repeat performance.

She reciprocated by waking me up around seven thirty. I was sleepy eyed and langorous. She was fully dressed. "Time to go. Let's hit breakfast dear, I hear Kate up and around and I think I smell the bacon frying". I slid slowly out of bed. "Need to pee first" I mumbled. " Then I'll run and change..". She gave me a cool stare. "Pee all you want. Then freshen up your makeup, or wash your face - whatever you prefer - but you are not changing. I'm ready to leave. You made some promises last night about becoming the kind of girl I want - well, I don't expect miracles from you yet, but you'll come downstairs in your nightgown and peignoir and we'll see just how good you can be at seeing me off".

Oh, it was hard, but I flounced and pouted (because Terry was leaving) in front of both Andrea and Kate, and did try my level best to be what she wanted. I even did manage to work a tear into my eye (not altogether forced) as she kissed me goodbye. She drove off with Andrea a few minutes later.

Truthfully, once we were on our own, I expected aunt Kate to heap scorn on my head. She did anything but, just started getting set up to do my hair. I thanked her gratefully. Puzzled, she asked why. I told her. She smiled, and shook her head as she sat me down in a chair and started bustling around. "Look" she said "I never could say anything to your mother about this, but she brought you up all wrong. Proper little snob, boys too rough for you to play with. Teaching you how to sew. She must have known when you didn't start shaving that something was probably amiss. I think you've been damn lucky to tell you the truth. I don't know how long Terry will keep you for her dollie, but there isn't a stingy bone in her body. You'll come out of it with some money, and you'll be a trained maid, if nothing else. That might not be what you trained for in college - but a fat lot of good that was doing you eh?"

I now had a towel around my neck, to protect my clothes. "We'll do your hair first." She said. "I don't have any pictures of styles for you, but it won't be bad, honest." she assured me. "Then I'll pluck your eyebrows - Terry told me she likes them real slim - then I think I'll pierce your ears. I've done it before, no bother."

While she worked on my hair, I had had to tell her, basically, what the agreement was between Terry and me. She grinned "Just like her bloody father. Well...It can be fun, acting the tart now and then - and I think that's the secret so, if you want, I'll teach you how. If you don't, I'm sure you'll pick it up by yourself. But I'll give you a good piece of advice if you want.." "I'd like you to teach me anything you think aunt Kate." I said gratefully "and I'll be grateful for any advice you can give me". She shook her head admiringly. "Don't know if you're really sincere - but you look it - and that's the main thing. All I was going to say is that acting the flighty girl around Terry is one thing, but stop it when she's not there. Everybody knows it's an act for her benefit.. just don't carry it over into real life. Especially, don't act the tart for madam. I think she likes you, but she's a very conservative lady - so don't spoil it."

I promised, sincerely, that I would try my best to make both mother, daughter and, with a laugh, aunt Kate, happy with me. She smiled and got back down to business on my hair. It took quite a while and no small effort on her part but finally, I had my hair up in rollers and was sitting under a portable dryer. Whole I waited she did my nails, and gave me some good tips on how to keep them attractive.

Afterwards she brushed my hair out. I couldn't help it, letting out an appreciative "oooh" when I saw the bouncy, blonde hair-do. "Not half bad, though I say it myself." she said. "When it's a little longer, we'll have a lot more options. Now, run upstairs like a good girl and get some decent clothes on. I'll make lunch if you do the dishes". "You've got a deal" I said happily, and ran upstairs.

After lunch she got down to basic training. What she did made sense. There was no need to have me learn the wiggles and bounces that Terry wanted right away - the first one I had to impress was Andrea - and that kind of behaviour was not appropriate. She started with my walk, wearing heels. None of that nonsense of carrying books on my head, but shortening my stride a little, making sure that one foot was placed in front of the other, being careful of how I carried my hands. She came down heavily on me at any sign of 'swish', looking more for understated femininity. She was a good teacher --and I was an apt pupil.

I was shown how to sit in a chair, and how to get up, but mainly she stressed the need for me to slow down in just about everything. "It'll help if you do." she explained "Young ladies shouldn't rush for one thing, and it'll always give you an extra second to make sure you're doing everything right."

I made a symbolic farewell to more of my remaining masculinity that afternoon. A few relatively pain-free jabs, the insertion of gold posts, and my ears were readied for a much larger selection of ear-rings offered by those of the clip-on style variety. A lot more painful time was spent in getting my eyebrows plucked. I was actually shocked to see the difference that the slim, feminine arches made to my face.

Andrea called Kate arond four o'clock. She said that she would probably be delayed until the following day, and how was the 'training' coming along? Cautiously, Kate told her that I was doing..."Maybe a little better than would normally be expected.." I was hurt at this caution, and it showed. Kate laughed at my expression when she hung up the phone. "Another day of training from me, and even I'll probably forget that you're not a girl!"

She was almost right. That night, and the morning of the following day was spent more on learning the rudiments of being a ladies maid. As she explained it, "God only knowswhat madam has in mind, but it doesn't hurt to cover all the contingencies, does it?". I did feel somewhat uncomfortable in learning how to put on a maids cap, how to tie an apron bow properly, how to curtsey, but I knew she was right. She also spent most of the day training me to modulate my voice into a better facsimile of a womans. This was our major concern, but I found that as long as I spoke very quietly, it came over like that husky voiced actress, Joan Greenwood.

Andrea did return late that afternoon, and won my heart immediately by complimenting Kate on how pretty she'd made me - and handing me some large shopping bags full of clothes. "You're younger than me Elizabeth, and probably feel like an old fuddy-duddy in my stuff. I thought you'd also like some things of your very own.. so I did a little shopping for you for our trip."

I was so excited about the clothes that, after I thanked her, I was about to rush upstairs to see what she'd bought me when it hit me. "Trip? What trip?" I asked nervously. "No need to be frightened dear." she said "I've got some business to conduct in Aberdeen two days from now, so thought we'd take a drive there tomorrow, do a little shopping, maybe take in a show.." I was panic stricken "I'm .. I'm not ready." I stuttered. "Of course you're ready" she re-assured me. "It's not like you'll be going to anywhere really busy. The hotel I've booked is a small, very private one that I've used often. It'll be practically empty at this time of the year..."

There's no need to go into the events between then, and our arrival in Aberdeen. Everything went smoothly. She is a good driver, and we made it by early evening the following day. Dressed in a fairly severe plain grey wool suit and a white blouse tied at the neck, I was the perfect example of a lady's companion. I even registered for us - as that would be a companions job, Andrea explained - with no problem. There, I found that she'd booked adjoining rooms. We had an early dinner sent up, and ate in her room. After that, we both went and showered. I changed into a pretty floral dress, slipped on a lightweight coat, and joined her for a night at the theatre. I was too frightened to go out into the bright foyer at the intervals. She laughed, but kindly, and kept me company by sitting in the seats with me.

After the show, she drove us to a small bar on the outskirts of town, not far from our hotel. It was dark and discreet, and I was sure that I had successfully carried off the masquerade. Naturally, as is usual, a surprise was waiting in the wings. Andrea and I were sitting with our drinks half finished when she excused herself "I'm sorry" she said , "I'll be back in a little while" and walked away from the table, carrying her drink. I was so surprised that I didn't react at all. I was still puzzled by her behaviour, when another lady came walking up to the table, drink in hand, and sat down.

"I'm sorry.." I started.... "Mother!" She smiled faintly, leaned across the table and laid a kiss on my cheek. "Mrs. Dalmain told me that I might have a problem recognizing you, but I had the strange feeling that something had been going on.. but tell me, what has been happening?" I had no option, but to tell her - glossing over some of my more humiliating moments. She shook her head a few times, but quickly caught on to the basic idea. "So? When Terry comes back from school, you'll be her 'companion' - that's a laugh - you'll be lucky you don't get 'companioned' to death - but what about the rest of the year?" I shook my head, "I don't know, mother. Andrea said something about a 'test' but I've no idea what it is. I like her though, and if she offers me any kind of job, I'll take it"

"Maybe she'll explain now" she said. "Here she comes", and Andrea re-appeared, carrying a tray with three drinks on it. "I thought I'd bring these in case I'm no longer welcome". I looked at her in surprise and said, sincerely, "You're always welcome." She beamed, and put the drinks down "Honestly" she said to my mother, "You raised one of the most polite ..er.. children I've ever known "

My mother laughed. "If it looks like a duck.." Saw Andrea's blank expression, and explained "I've no complaint if you want to refer to him as a 'she' or girl or what the hell. She looks good to me. But 'she' is still my son, and I want to know what is on your mind for his.. dammit.. her future? . Will you please tell me?" Andrea looked discomfitted. "She'll be treated well, I promise. I do have some things in mind, but I do not want to raise any false expectations. Would you forgive me if I asked for a few more days before I told you?" Mother hesitated. "Would you tell me why you paid for my flight up here, the rented car, the hotel - it's a beautiful room by the way Mrs. Dalmain - I'm not complaining - I just don't understand." Andrea hesitated just a second. "I'll speak frankly, if I may?" Mother nodded.

"Well." Andrea continued. "Your son came to us and was .. changed. He seems to like the change, but I had to see how he would react to meeting you, in his altered state, so to speak - before I could go on with my evaluation. I also had to see your reaction.." Mother took a comfortable sip of her drink. "I'm assuming he..she.. we passed?" She asked dryly. Andrea smiled, took a sip of her drink "With flying colors .. A rainbow of flying colors."

I blushed, and mother grinned. "I guess you're finished with me then." she said lightly and stood. "Oh please don't go so soon." Andrea said "I'm sure you two have a lot to talk about, and I could..." "Thanks Mrs. Dalmain, but I can always talk to .. her.. later when.. she feels a little more comfortable. It's been a long day, and bed sounds awfully inviting." Andrea and I both stood, and gave her light kisses. She cocked her head to one side "I forgot." she said "What do they call you now? - Phillipa?" "Elizabeth" Andrea said firmly. "New name, new sex" mother said to me. "Now don't be letting the side down." And left.

Andrea drove back to our hotel. It was after eleven, but I was nowhere near sleep. "Sleepy?" Andrea asked, reading my mind. "Not at all" I answered, "Too much has happened today". "Me neither" she confided. "Say, I have an idea. Slip into something more comfortable - there should be a parcel on your bed that you might like - and come in for a nightcap. Sound like a good idea?" "Oh yes" I answered "That sounds nice" and we separated to our separate rooms.

The parcel on the bed contained the most beautiful light blue nightdress that I'd ever seen, along with a matching peignoir. I'd thought the white one she'd given me for my night with Terry had been beautiful, but it couldn't hold a candle to this one. Eagerly, I got out of my dress and lingerie and into my new nightwear, then hurried to the mirror. As I did so, I heard a light knock on our connecting door "Is it safe?" I heard her ask, as the door opened and she came in.

She was wearing a nightdress set identical to mine!! "Aren't they lovely?" She laughed as she floated towards me "I bought yours first, but then I got jealous, so .." She stood beside me looking into the mirror "Charming picture my dear. Lets go for that drink" linked her arm in mine, and led me next door.

There, she made two drinks and sat them down on the small table in front of the sofa. Naturally, this meant that we sat side by side, the materials from our pegnoirs rubbing together silkily.

"Tell me, Elizabeth, have you been enjoying yourself?" She asked, her hand accidentally sliding accross my thigh as she lifted her drink from the table. "Oh. Very much" I answered "Thank you so much for being so nice. All these clothes, this set.." She put a finger gently across my lips "Sshh" she said gently "I'm curious as to whether you enjoyed the other night with Terry. It's not my business, but I'm really curious..." Her hand brushing my thigh again as she withdrew.

"Yes" I said shyly. "It was.. very .. nice. I'd never done anything like that before." She leant closer to me, and whispered in my ear "Did she spank you?" "Oh no" I answered truthfully. Still in my ear, her hand lying forgotten on my thigh "Has she ever spanked you?" "Yes" I admitted. "Did you like it?" The questioning continued. "Well.. kind of.." I admitted again, squirming as her hand was now stroking my inner thigh. "I've never spanked anyone" she said sorrowfully, "Have you?" "No." I panted, and strained my body into hers. "Stop that at once." she said firmly. Panting, I laid back. Her hand continued its caress.

"I never really liked sex" . She said "Big hairy man stretching all over me. I thought I might be a lesbian.." Paused "Girls are a lot nicer but don't have the same impact." She continued to stroke my thigh " And then I saw Terry and you. Why is it that the aggressive ones seem to get all the fun?"

"I don't know Andrea" I panted, "I'm not aggressive" "Oh, anybody can see that" she giggled. "But tell me, do you 'like' me?" "Oh yes Andrea. I think you're wonderful!" "Is this fun for you, sitting here in pretty clothes, like a woman with an other woman? - Even if she's older?" "Oh, you're not old, silly" I said sincerely "You're just..pretty .. and ..nice.. and .."

She laid her cool lips on mine, and gave me a long kiss. "You do say the sweetest things" she gurgled "Now let me tell you a little secret. I can't get married again. George really tied up the estate that way. I never really cared, 'cause I didn't really care for all that thrashing around.. and .. I may have acted meek and mild, but I just hated being the underdog all the time." She pulled me closer and kissed me again. "But with you dear, it's like I've got my own, personal, assertiveness program. You can be my lady's companion, and even if people think that I'm having a lesbian relationship, it won't matter because there's nothing in the will against that". She kissed me again, this time pulling me back even farther, to lie across her lap. She looked down at me, smiling. "I think you're going to be so good for me!" I smiled up at her seductively, and closed my eyes in bliss. Then, I felt her arm slide down between us. Her hand gently found my buttocks, then a slight pull came that turned me more sideways but facing away from her. Next a slight push. I was confused. What did she want? Then it dawned on me. She meant to give me a spanking! That's what she had been leading up to!

I couldn't help it. Gave a few little "ooh's" of delight and, squirming and wriggling in my soft, lacy, cocoon, helped her so that I was now lying over her knees, my erection hard across her firm, silky thighs. She gave me a short spank on my nightie. "Now, behave Elizabeth! Don't be getting too excited! I'll be very, very, disappointed in you if you do. Understand?" "Oh yes Andrea!" I giggled. "I promise!"

"I can't believe I'm doing this" she sighed happily, above me, her hand starting to pull my nightdress up at the back. ".. And it's so easy." She continued. I squirmed more ecstatically in anticipation, then felt her hand deliver a sharp blow on my panties. I gave a little squeal and, to show my appreciation, fluttered my legs in small kicks. She sighed, audibly happy, and another slap came... and another...and another...

It was wonderful! She was entirely different than Terry. Where the daughter was dominant by strength and personality, Andrea exercised her power sweetly - and silkily. A delightful contrast, but just as much fun. I couldn't believe my luck as I lay there and got thoroughly spanked - it got even better when she finished that particular kind of foreplay, and made love to me. Then, I knew that I had truly found my position within the Dalmain family.

THE END