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The Importance of Being Juliette by Elaine This story involves the enforced feminisation of young boys over the age of 16, it should not be read by minors and none of the characters are based on anyone living or dead. This story was based on an idea kindly provided to me by Kim from the Orient who just happened to read my biography on www.fictionmania.tv. My thanks go to Rhonda Wagram who cast her eyes over the first rough drafts. As usual she also made some very useful suggestions on how the story should develop. A very kind Frenchman also helped with the French grammar. He knows who he is but prefers to remain anonymous. This is dedicated to all those that wanted a follow up to Aunt Roberta's Ward one of most popular stories here in Fictionmania. The story is set in Victorian Britain and involves tight lacing, corsets and the restrictive fashions of the time. Anyone wishing to make comments a welcome to e-mail me on [email protected]. See the bottom of the story for details of my other work here on Fictionmania. So far all the comment has been extremely favourable to the story line and the era in which it is set. If anyone has any real gripes please let me know. The story will finish at the end of the school term but if there is sufficient interest then the Story of Leila and Juliette can continue. The Importance of Being Juliette ? by Elaine Chapter 1 - The French Mistress Julian Smythe had been sent off to boarding school at a very early age. His parents were constantly abroad with his father working for the British diplomatic service in embassies all across Europe. Depositing their only son in a top boarding school to ensure his education was the neatest solution to their problems. After a period of melancholy, Julian quickly settled and adjusted into school life. He had always resented his parent's decision to send him away to school for three long terms each year but when he became a senior, he decided that he was finally going to enjoy himself. At the start of the first term, Julian's ideas of fun would often clash with those around him, from the masters to classmates to playing field ground staff. If fun was to be had by playing practical jokes to ease the unhappiness of being away from his family then Julian practised it. Julian's pranks had led him to visit the headmaster's study several times to receive the cane. His efforts in his studies were also not particularly brilliant and in languages where his parents hoped he would excel, he was uninspiring. Needless to say, his parents were concerned and had given the headmaster carte blanche to use what ever methods he deemed fit to ensure that Julian did much better. However despite all his punishments and black marks, 16 year old Julian carried on much as before. He was always the prankster; the classroom comic who was always creating mayhem in whatever class he attended. Although life in English boarding schools was anything but pleasant, the rigid discipline of the earlier days of Victoria's reign had relaxed a little in 1897. At that time the school still used corporal punishment amongst its weapons to insure against unruly or rowdy behaviour amongst the boys. A few years earlier, the school had been amongst the first in the country to channel that boisterous behaviour towards more fruitful endeavours. As a result, Crawley School located just an hour west from London by train, had won countless trophies on the sporting field from rugby championships through to cross country running. They were the team to beat at cricket and the newly emerging game of football (soccer); although several pupils including Julian considered such activities were not worthy of their attention. It had been the academic reputation of Crawley in its teaching of foreign languages that had settled Julian's parents in the choice of school. His father's fluent ability in German, French and Spanish having put him in great demand in the foreign office. The school devoted considerable efforts in promoting the arts amongst the boys, with painting, pottery, music and drama all part of the curriculum. The academic excellence coupled to success on the sports field had given the school a reputation for providing young men for careers in the army, financial institutions and other areas of public life. Indeed the school had rapidly established itself as a source the best-educated young men in the country. Founded in 1852, the school set in just under 300 acres of park land and pasture were acquired after the former owner had incurred huge gambling debts. Now that he no longer belonged to the Junior School, Julian could feel the prospect of corporal punishment from the senior prefects and teachers diminishing. That easing of pressure was just what he wanted as he set out to enjoy what remained of his scholastic life. He also missed his two sisters and his parents. His sisters were installed at the nearby girls' school and unfortunately kept in the same rigid and cloistered manner as himself. He would try to see them regularly but such were the demands on his time that he could not speak for long over the school wall. Unlike most of his contemporaries, Julian was of slight build, no more than five foot seven in height and he was just 120lbs in weight. He had short dark hair and always had an impish grin across his freckled face. Indeed his face was similar to that of his younger sister June and their Aunt Joan had commented on how alike the two children were when she visited them both during the mid-term holidays. Despite the country's domination of world affairs at the height of the British Empire, the school took a realistic view with regard to foreign studies. All the boys studied French and German in the first three years of Junior school. Like most of his other studies Julian had not excelled in languages and was continually struggling to complete his assignments. Only mathematics held any interest in the youngster's brain as Julian found that he could accurately compute balance sheets and undertake statistical analysis. Midway through the Autumn term, his regular French class teacher became ill and he was delighted, like all the other boys, that he would be taught by a new French mistress called Mademoiselle Leila Mitterand. She was young, obviously in her early twenties and came to the school highly recommended because of her acting ability and her fluent command of several languages. Leila was not only very young and bright she was also very attractive, she wore the latest fashions and that meant corsets, tight restrictive skirts and high-heeled boots. To those just passing the trauma of puberty, Leila was a vision of loveliness, a goddess and many nights were spent alone with pure erotic thoughts creeping into their minds. Julian was like all the rest, he loved her chic new style of Paris fashions. Her obviously long hair tightly tied up in layers, her slim 20" waist and beautiful rear extended by a bustle that exaggerated that most delightful area of her anatomy. She was a classic French mademoiselle with a pale creamy complexion, a lilting sexy French accent that showed she was from an upper class family in the south of Paris. On the first day of her arrival in class, Julian and the rest of the fourth form were struck dumb when they saw her instead of the matronly Miss Renshaw. "Bonjour, mes ?coliers, Je suis Mademoiselle Leila Mitterand," said Leila as she stood in front of 30 opened mouthed and pimpled youths. "Bonjour Mademoiselle," they eventually cried back awe-struck. That was the way it continued that first day, the boys attentive as they watched her move gracefully up and down the room. Her exposed white arms in her short sleeve dress the only visible part of her body. Her tight skirts making it difficult for her to negotiate the steep step onto the small stage in front of the blackboard. Each time she dismounted and climbed up, Julian and several other boys would laugh and titter amongst themselves at her self-induced predicament. Noting this rude behaviour, Leila continued with the lesson that first day, happily knowing that she was having a considerable effect on all that stored masculinity. She also noted who was proving to be the most difficult to control and she marked Julian down as one to keep an eye on. It would be true to say that there were 30 young soldiers in the class who would do anything for their attractive new French teacher. After a period of awe, even Julian realised that practical jokes would not be seemly in front of such an elegant young lady. Although she was pretty, she was also hard and gave the boys sterner assignments than their previous teacher. When the going got really tough then it was obvious to Julian that the situation needed to be eased a little with some practical jokes and clowning around. After a few days grace, Julian's little jokes returned to the French Class again. He would be caught out of his seat on numerous occasions and if a piece of paper was flying around the room it was sure to have originated from Julian's desk. The other boys thought this prankster was good to have around as they tried to remember how to conjugate their verbs. Leila on the other hand was less than enamoured with him. She vowed that when the opportunity arose she would take Master Julian down a peg. After several weeks and despite moving Julian to the front of the class where he could be overseen more easily, Leila was at her wits end. Not only was Julian disrupting the smooth running of the class but his own studies were also suffering as a consequence. She talked with her male colleagues who all suggested that she cane the boy into giving up his pranks. However she was not one for such violence and decided that a more subtle approach would be better. Caning she decided would not make the boy learn when he did not want to. It was in early November when a staff meeting of all the teachers agreed that Leila's acting abilities made her ideally suited to take on the role of producing the school play for Christmas. Normally these plays were a co-production with the neighbouring girl's private school that housed Julian's two sisters. The girls from nearby St Denis would play all the female roles. This interchange of the boys and girls was a coveted position to be in. The boys normally relishing the opportunity to avoid the monk-like existence of Crawley and meet some pretty girls of their own age. During the past year, though disagreements had erupted between the two schools over the joint use of certain facilities. This led to an exchange of letters and ultimately to the head teachers severing the usual close ties of both schools. This meant that the school play would be badly affected with both schools now required to do their own independent productions. A request that some older girls be allowed to attend the boy's play and vice versa went on deaf ears at St Denis. At the next weekly staff meeting in mid November, Leila told the staff of her problems. "You want me to produce the school play but there are no girls to help this year," she said sounding frustrated. "Aussi, if I do this job I do not want to produce a Shakespeare play this year." "You will think of something," said Helen Martin the music teacher. Both young women shared a large cottage in the grounds and were now very good friends. "I am sure that we can play two of the parts." "It is somewhat of a school tradition to do a play from Shakespeare, I suggest we do Twelfth Night again," said Gregory Edwards, the Science Master. "Non, it is too boring I like the new Oscar Wilde play, The Importance of Being Ernest. It is very funny and is still a good test for the boys," she said. It was Gregory who gave Leila the way out of her problem. "Well in Shakespeare's day all the roles including that of the female parts were undertaken by men or should I say young boys. Perhaps you could do that too," he suggested. "Yes but I think it is not easy for a boy to play a girl, they will need training in the feminine arts and graces. It would not be possible for the gar?on to suddenly act as the young mademoiselle," she said smiling and trying to dismiss the idea. At that point the Deputy Headmaster chimed in. "The Christmas play is a tradition at this school. The parents love it and it gives us a chance to show how we can produce something creative. Leila you have my authority to do whatever is necessary to ensure that our play is a success." "Merci Allan, I have some ideas, I do what I want, when I want?" she asked thinking that this might be an opportunity of pulling the thorn from her side. "Yes you can do what you like to get some convincing girls for the play," he replied smiling. "The play The Importance of Being Earnest, requires four girls, the two older ladies can be played by Helen and myself, so we will just require two boys to be girls on stage. A third boy as a stand-in would also be necessary." "Have you quite decided on this Oscar Wilde play?" asked Gregory hoping that his favourite Twelfth Night might be dusted down again. "Yes it is very funny, this play is very popular in London and it will provide a tough challenge to all the actors. Costumes would be easy to obtain and it will be easy for the boys to produce the scenery," she replied. "It is also very modern," she added talking about the play that had caught the London theatre-goer's imagination for the last 2 years. After some further debate it was agreed that perhaps the Oscar Wilde play would be an appropriate drama to produce and would confirm the school's reputation as a forward thinking establishment. "Would it be in order for Helen and I to decide who would be suitable? She asked. "We would be able to do dress rehearsals and training in our cottage for the lucky three boys," she smiled. "That might be the best policy," said the master. "No point in embarrassing them more than necessary." "Oui, I will need beds for the cottage for them to stay with us until the play est finis," she said looking at her friend Helen and again at the headmaster. "It will be arranged," he said, "anything else?" "Yes some money to buy some new costumes for the play, I will need about ?50 perhaps more," she replied. "Just buy what you need and present your receipts to the bursar's office who will repay you. I will tell him you will be doing this. Thank you mademoiselle for taking on this important but difficult task," he said quite glad he wasn't doing it again himself this year. Leila thought about who would play the two girls, what they would need to do become convincing young women. Helen and Leila talked for some time on the way back to their cottage. "I think that Julian Smythe would make une jolie fille in the play. He is petit and has a nice face. Also he is naughty so much and I punish him beaucoup," she said lapsing back into her native tongue. "I understand, that one is very naughty with me too," Helen added. "Harry Rankin would be another good one, he is so graceful when he is in dancing classes and Charles Mortimer is another who might make a pretty girl." "This could be such fun to have three very pretty boys in dresses like us, ooh la laa," Leila laughed as they neared the front door. A few hours later and there was a knock at the door as the janitor and the porter arrived with three beds for the spare room. Shortly after they returned with some blankets, pillows and some sheets. The two women set about creating a feminine style bedroom with a mirror, curtains, dressing table and a chair. After a cup of tea both women then went to the large cupboard that housed the costumes from past productions and found that there was nothing really suitable for the play they had in mind. Most of the costumes were old and none would adapt to Oscar Wilde's play. As Leila surveyed the room looking for anything that might be suitable, Helen spoke, "the girls played all the female parts so I suppose St Denis must have kept all those costumes. Maybe we can swap costumes with them. We will need dresses, wigs and underclothes. The boys will have to move with style and conviction." "No matter we have the Deputy Headmaster's authority to buy what we need. It will not be easy to make three boys behave like young girls, we may need some other clothes too," said Leila. "How do you mean?" asked Helen. "Well as you know, wearing the latest fashions is not easy, with tight skirts, corsets and high heeled boots. It is very difficult for us never mind three gar?on who have never worn such clothing," replied Leila. "I have watched them laugh at me when I go to the blackboard to write something and they see how much harder it is to move in these skirts. The boys cannot expect to put on these costumes and then move gracefully. They will have to spend some time in such clothing otherwise the play will be impossible." "Why don't I make an effort to speak to St Denis about releasing two or three girls for us?" asked Helen. "I am very good friends with the music teacher at St Denis. I am sure that we can arrange something." "Non, my friend Helen," said Leila; "this play must be done by this school only." Chapter 2 - Auditions The following day, a notice appeared in several parts of the school informing the boys of the auditions for the upcoming Christmas Play. It told the name of the play and there was some excited chatter that a modern play was going to be produced and not some dreary and tired old Shakespeare. "Hey, The Importance of Being Earnest, I heard that there is some kissing in that play. It could be good fun," said one boy obviously regretting he was too young. That last statement had gelled in the minds of several of the assembled throng around the notice. Leila in consultation with Helen had already decided who the three victims would be for the female roles but some means would be necessary to make sure that they could select the five male players. As it was, the auditions were less than successful but eventually they had secured the services of three keen six formers and a couple of fifth formers for the male parts. At her first class the next day, Leila told the boys that she required bigger co- operation for the play or there would be tough times ahead. Julian as usual was making his first projectile of the day from wet paper that was destined for the back of Edward Stourton's head. Unfortunately Julian missed his intended target and hit young Leila with some force on the arm just as she turned to write something on to the blackboard. In obvious anger, she launched a stream of abuse at the 16-year-old. She told him that he had just earned himself a starring role in the play and that he was to report to her that afternoon while the boys had swimming lessons. "Oh no miss, I can't miss swimming," he said. Swimming was the one physical activity that Julian relished. His ability to swim the breast stroke had left him hoping to be selected for the school team. "You should have thought about that before such a stupid childish prank, Master Julian. Please attend my cottage at 2:00pm please bring your books because you will be staying for a little time. Let your house master know where you are going." "But Mademoiselle, my swimming?" he pleaded. "No more swimming, Master Julian not until you stop these childish pranks in my classroom," she said looking stern. Meanwhile Helen had also cornered Charles and Harry and they too were being told of their selection for the school play as a result of their poor behaviour. After lunch all three boys spent an hour in mathematics prep together before heading towards the cottage. As they approached the small building near the woods they saw the coal fire was smoking, Julian knocked and on opening the door, Leila immediately ushered them inside. "Welcome, please attend upstairs, you will find three beds, you will stay here until we agree you can go back to your dormitory," she said. The three boys looked at one another, Julian spoke up, "this is great, we get into trouble and they give us a place like this to sleep in. This is much better than the main building," he said after visiting the bedroom. When they returned downstairs they were all smiles but Leila did nothing to change that. "Now ma cherie, we will begin your training today, you will become tres jolie," said Leila smiling. "First we have to go shopping in the town." All three boys overlooked the fact that jolie in French also means pretty as well as nice. The boys construed that she meant the latter. Chapter 3 - New clothes and experiences A dog cart with a large Cob was waiting outside and the boys helped the women aboard before clambering onto the dog cart themselves. The dog cart made its way out of the school and past the girl's school where the boys could just see the girls playing hockey. All three boys strained their necks to the right to get a rare glimpse of female activity. Their port of call was the dressmaker in the local town high street. The staff quickly advised the two women that they had all the clothes that a modern woman would require including underclothing, shoes and corsetry. All three boys were a little doubtful as they entered this feminine sanctuary. The boys started to fidget as Leila spoke to the shopkeeper at some length about her problem. As she did so she looked in their direction pointing and gesturing as she discussed how the boys would need to have some female clothing while they learned their parts. The shopkeeper agreed to help with the supply of dresses and undergarments, shoes and even wigs. He also had contacts with costumiers who could supply the theatre dresses. "Merci monsieur, may we proceed now?" asked Leila. "Of course, we have a discreet fitting room and waiting room in the rear of the shop, perhaps you would like to take them through there," he indicated the direction. "Charles, Julian, Harry this way please," said Leila snapping the fingers of her gloved hand. The boys followed with some trepidation still unsure why they were there, as Leila led them to a door that led into a comfortable lounge area. "Now ma cherie, you may be wondering why you are here," she started. "You know that you have been chosen because you have all the right qualities we need for our next school play." The youths looked at each other and smiled. However their smiles suddenly ended when they saw where they were being taken. "There must be some mistake Mademoiselle," said Julian when he saw the racks of clothing in front of him and the door was locked behind him. "No mistake, I need you for my play however you will be playing the female parts and I need you all to gain an appreciation of what it is like to be female. Hence our little visit here. From now on you will be dressed as les jolies femmes, until the production is finished," she said delighting in the uncomfortable feelings the boys were now experiencing. "But Mademoiselle, we are boys not girls," said Charles looking visibly upset. "Yes je connais, but you are all I have to do this play in six weeks time, so you must become girls. Also you need extra tuition because your grades are not good. The Deputy Headmaster has given me full authority to do this," Leila continued. "I am sorry but I absolutely refuse to go along with this," said Harry looking wild. "I am sorry too because you have no choice the alternative is to be expelled from the school. The behaviour of all three of you has been so bad this term, this is your last chance to avoid expulsion at Christmas," said Helen. "Do not worry, you will be staying at my house with Mademoiselle Helen and me, you will continue to receive tuition in your usual subjects," continued Leila. "Mademoiselle I do not want to dress as a girl," said Julian suddenly realising that she was serious. "Me neither," said Charles shaking his head "I am sorry mes filles but you must, the school will not have a play this year because the girls from St Denis will not help us," said Leila. "So we must use boys and those boys must look like real girls. Come relax you will enjoy it. To be dressed as a lady will be such fun for you." "No mademoiselle I don't think so," said Julian looking alarmed. "Mais si," she replied, "you have no choice as I say the alternative is expulsion for bad behaviour. You have been warned to stop your foolishness and you did not do so. If any one of you does not wish this then also all three of you must go home at Christmas. I need three who will work together." "We would have stopped if we were told about this," said Charles defensively. "No more discussion," said Helen, "take your clothes off and put them in a pile over there." "No please no," said Charles to both of them. "Well, we will take you back and send you all home. Is that what you want?" Leila looked serious. The boys turned and started stripping off their school uniform of grey trousers, sweaters and dark jackets and carefully piled them onto their chairs. Within 10 minutes they were down to their long Johns and vests. "Everything quickly now boys," she was standing looking at them with her hands on her hips. "You first Julian." Julian shivered as he walked over, his hands covering his still small private parts; the cold room making them shrivel. Leila handed him a pair of pantaloons, which he gratefully pulled up his cold legs. "First we have a corset for you, to give you a feminine figure. This one is for day time wear and we have another less restrictive one for bed time. Please stand still while we measure you." Carole the assistant measured his waist carefully and pronounced that he was 26". "I will give you a corset that will give Juliette a 22" waist very quickly and 20" in a few weeks time," said Carole. "I like that name Juliette, yes let's call you Juliette from now on," said Leila. "Charles will be Charlotte and Harry will be Harriet. Yes I like that." Carole was back within moments with a box that she opened to show a creamy white corset complete with laces and hooks in the front. Julian was directed to place his hands up on a bar above his head while the corset was fitted around his body. "Hold on to the lacing bar, breathe out and then breathe in ma cherie," said Leila as the two women pulled tighter on the laces. As he did so, Julian could feel the corset tighten and he struggled to breathe again. He looked across and could see tears streaming down Charlie's face as Helen and her assistant Susan pulled his laces tighter. Harry sat quietly looking at the ceiling hoping this wasn't happening. "Once more and then we will tie them off for a little while," said Leila. As the corset was tightened the skin on his chest was pushed up to form a quite realistic pair of small breasts while his hips seemed to take on an extra inch or two. "We will leave you for a moment to get used to the corset while we see about some boots for you," said Leila. "First we will pull some black stockings up those hairless legs of yours." "Now see these garters that attach to the corset these hold up your stockings like so," said Carole who quickly did up the snaps. Julian could feel the tightness of the corset around his waist and struggled to cope with it. He had difficulty bending at the waist as he moved to try and prevent the stockings being pulled up. He felt deeply upset by what was happening to him but worse was to follow. "Now Juliette we have to fit you for some fashion boots," said Carole beginning to measure his feet. "I take a size seven," said Julian trying to be helpful. "In that case we need a size 6," said Carole moving over to a pile of shoe boxes on the shelves. She brought down a black leather boot with a slender 1" block heel and laces that went above both ankle bones. Using a shoe horn she levered it on to Julian's feet. The boot was tight and Julian smarted with pain as the laces were tightened so that the leather was brought together. "Mademoiselle, these boots pinch my toes, can't I at least wear the next size?" asked Julian. "Juliette, this is the biggest size, real ladies do not have big feet," said Carole. "Let me fit the other one and you will be able to see what it is like to walk like a lady." It too needed some persuasion to mount onto his foot and was quickly and tightly laced up. She double knotted the laces on both boots to make sure they did not come undone. He stood up for the first time and yelped as the leather started hurting his big toe. "Owh," he cried. "These hurt my feet." "Now you know how much a woman has to suffer to be attractive to men," Carole replied. "Walk over towards Charlotte and come back again," added Leila. Julian did as he was told and found that by arching his foot more inside the tight boot he could avoid most but not all of the pain in his toes. "Please stand while you have your laces tightened on your corset one last time," said Carole. "No they are already far too tight," said Julian still struggling for breath after his walk. "Nonsense look in the mirror there is another two inches to go before you can call yourself tight laced," smiled Leila. "Stand here again," said Leila. Julian felt the breath being squeezed out of him as the laces were tightened and then again before being tied off. "Ah we are now a very small 22 inches," said Carole. "I have just the dress and I have a skirt and blouse too. One moment," she said and she was gone. Leila continued to tie off his laces and used a double knot system in the small of his back. He would be unable to loosen them without assistance. "If I find you have loosened your corset then we will fit you with a punishment corset and I can assure you do not want to use that, ma cherie," said Leila. As Julian eased back from his corset tightening he snatched a glance over to Charlie who was crying with embarrassment as the corset was tied off at a remarkable 21". Slightly smaller than Julian, his cries were having an effect on Harry. "Mademoiselle Leila, I wish to go home, I would rather go home than suffer this," said Harry. "I am afraid that if you wish to go home then both Juliette and Charlotte will also have to go home. Do you boys wish to be expelled, en Fran?ais?" she asked Julian and Charlie. "Non Mademoiselle," said Julian and Charlie they continued without any conviction, "Nous souhaitons rester ici avec vous." "Bien," said Leila. "You cannot go home now Harriet, it will not be so bad, you will not be ridiculed because you will be so convincing young ladies when you are finished. The other boys will think that you are true girls. It will be the best training for your acting career." Tears dropped down his face as he realised that he could not let his two friends down. That if any one of them resisted or refused this, then all three would be expelled. He would have been prepared to face that alone but not when it could mean such devastating implications for his friends. "Yes Mademoiselle, I will comply," he said drying his tears with a frilly handkerchief handed him to by Helen. "Now listen my girls, you must give yourselves up to this transformation. You will find it rewarding and while you stay with us, we will make sure that you catch up with your studies again. We will also drill you in walking, sitting, dancing, hair styles and dressing as young women. You must be so utterly convincing that not even your own mother would know you, are we clear on this?" she asked. "Oui Mademoiselle Leila," they said in unison with Harry finishing slightly later. As Harry took his turn very reluctantly at the lacing bar, the sales assistant returned with three dresses and hung them up on a rail. The other assistant carried skirts and blouses together with the boy's sleeping corsets and further pairs of stockings and boots. Julian walked around the room holding his hands to his new shapelier waist. On his return he asked, Mademoiselle combien des temps do we have to stay dressed like this? This is very uncomfortable wearing this corset." "Until before you go home for Christmas." she said. "I cannot go home my parents will be in Portugal," Julian replied obviously unhappy at the thought. "You should be back in boy's clothes by then," Leila replied. "Now we have some petticoats to fit and a new full length velvet dress," said Carole resuming her task with almost indecent haste. "Step inside the dress and we will soon have it buttoned up," said Leila. Julian did so and felt a shiver as it was drawn up past his legs and his torso. He felt a first stiffening in his penis as the buttons were done up in the rear. "Can I ask a question?" He asked hoping for some answers. "Oui Juliette," said Leila. "My hair is short, I will look like a boy in a dress how do you propose to conceal my gender when I wear my hair so short?" He asked. "It will be different when we fit you with a wig, however for a few days you will not have a wig and that way you will not try to leave our cottage dressed as a girl," explained Leila. "Mademoiselle how then will we get back to the school?" Asked Julian somewhat alarmed at the thought of going out dressed as a girl. "We will be ridiculed." "We fix that with this," she said taking a pretty hat fitted with ostrich feathers. "You see it is fitted with a dark veil which comes down across your face." "Oh yes," he said and it was placed on his head. The almost opaque veil stretched under his chin and the only way he could see was through the thin netting of his hat. The assistants brought a short cape in matching material and drew it across Julian shoulders, tight fur trimmed leather gloves were eased on to his hands and finally he placed his hands into a fur muff. He was ready to see his image in the full length mirror as the assistants continued to weave their magic on Charles and Harriet. Leila came over to him as he looked in the mirror. "Do you see un homme ou une femme?" She asked. "A girl Mademoiselle, it is incredible, will you help me please I find it difficult to walk in this skirt, it is too tight, can't it be loosened a little?" He asked. "Non ma petite fille, it is the style, the fashion. You will get used to it, soon you will love it I think," she said as he continued to move from side to side in the mirror. "I don't want to get used to it but I do look very pretty," he said swishing his skirts with his gloved hands. "Now try walking to the end of the room and back again pour moi," she said. He set off and quickly realised that he had to shorten his normal stride by half to get across the room. "Move slowly, not so quickly, as a woman you are in not in a race," she said. He did as he was told and found that slower shorter steps gave dividends and he was able to walk easier. "Now try placing one foot in front of another not side by side. Try also to roll your hips. Good. That's it continue back again." Julian did as he was told and was joined by Charlie who wore a similar cream coloured outfit. Slightly taller, Charlie found moving across the floor even more difficult but he too was finding that unfamiliar shorter steps would be necessary. "You may sit over there and wait for Harriet patiently," said Leila who went over to check on progress. Both boys sat rather stiffly their backs clear of the chair, with their hands inside their muffs. Harry was just having his dress buttoned up in the rear when Leila arrived. "How has he been?" Asked Leila, "Do we have three girls for our play or two?" "We have three now," said the assistants who were giggling away at the discomfort of the boy. Within half an hour, all three were fully dressed with their hats, gloves and muffs. Despite some embarrassment it was obvious to any eye that despite their dress and demeanour that they were still three young boys dressed as girls. Leila also realised that and decided that for the next six weeks they must be trained to live as young women if they were not to be detected. "Now ma cherie, we must do all we can to conceal your true sex for if it is found out that you are gar?ons, it will be very embarrassing for you," she said. "Come let us go back to the school." "Mademoiselle what if we are discovered? Said Charles. "The assistants here know about us, soon it will be over the town that three Crawley boys are dressed as girls. I think I would die of shame." "I think not, both girls have taken a shine to you Charlotte and to you Harriet and they want to see you again dressed as girls," said Helen. "I think your tears softened them a little Harriet." "They do?" Asked Charles. "Why?" asked Harry. "Don't ask me, ask them," replied Leila, "perhaps they will help you again." As Leila paid for all the purchases including some other skirts, pantaloons, stockings and blouses, the two feminised boys walked shyly over and both girls agreed to visit the school to help with the boy's deportment lessons. Julian looked on quite jealously that the girls did not want to help him but Leila interrupted his thoughts. "Juliette, do not look so sad, I find you very attractive now," said Leila. "You do?" Asked Julian, "Why?" "Because I am a girl who likes other girls," said Leila. "Helen and I are lesbian lovers and if you are willing we could have fun with you now. You look much more attractive dressed this way." With that she stroked his cheek through the hat netting with her hand. Her hand strayed in front of his lips and he impulsively kissed it. Leila smiled at him and he smiled at her. All three boys were discreetly led out of a rear exit of the shop and walked down a dark alley way towards the main street. Julian could feel the cold November air against his face through the net but otherwise felt quite warm with his cape, stockings, long dress, gloves, and muff. The alley was muddy and Leila showed them all how to pick up their skirt hems to avoid getting them dirty until they reached the pavement and the waiting dog cart. Charles struggled to mount the steps and was brought back to earth by Helen. "Lift up your hem as high as it will go. Place one foot on the first step and with your free hand hold onto the handle, then bring your other leg up and in to the dog cart, like so. Normally this is done with the assistance of a gentleman. Let me help you," said Helen. Charles did as he was bid and was seated on one side while Harry and Julian sat facing him. Helen sitting in the front while Leila sat beside Julian. The short ride back from town over, the five went back inside the teacher's cottage and started moving themselves and their packages upstairs. That complete it was to the living room that they all went with Leila making plans about making some tea and sandwiches. Helen sat between Julian and Harry while Charles sat in the single arm chair. "How do you feel now?" She asked. "Very strange," volunteered Charles. "Yes I imagine it will feel strange," said Helen. "In a few days you will find it easier and in a few weeks you will all be naturals." "Please Miss, we don't want to be naturals, can't we go back to being boys again?" asked Harry still upset with his lot. "Not possible I am afraid, the school play is a vital part of school life and you my three girls must go through with this," she added. At that moment Leila arrived with a tray containing cups, saucers, milk, sugar and two teapots. She proceeded to pour five cups but oddly the boys received theirs from the big pot while Leila and Helen used the small pot. All the boys screwed up their faces on their first taste of the bitter brew their cups contained. "Mademoiselle, do you intend to poison us too?" Asked Julian. "No this is a little herb tea which is good for calming the nerves of young boys who are dressed as girls, you will see, drink up please," she said. Charles added some milk and sugar to his cup but still found the brew oppressively bitter. This prompted him to ask the question of what was in his cup. "It is a herb grown and used by people near the Mediterranean Sea. The herb was given to me by ma grandm?re," said Leila. She saw no need to tell the boys the whole truth that their drinks were infused with plant extracts, which would distinctly feminise their appearance. "In a few weeks, you will see some improvements with this drink," she added. "What kind of improvements?" asked Harry wincing as he took another drink. "It is not too bad with more sugar Harry," said Charles stirring more sugar into his drink. "It is Harriet now," said Helen correcting Charles. "You are now Charlotte, do not forget that or you will find life much tougher for you if the other boys find out." "Oui Mademoiselle," said Charles resuming his drink. However all three boys were drinking tea like men and not women and Helen spent some time coaching them on how to hold the saucer and how their fingers should be placed on the ornate handle. "Spread your fingers a little," she said. "Point your little finger like so," she continued as she demonstrated the technique. When they had finished the tea and sandwiches they were instructed to go upstairs and unpack their new clothes. They did so promptly and then it dawned on them that they had nothing else to wear. "Hey, we left our male clothes behind at that shop," said Julian concerned suddenly realising this was getting serious. "Our suitcases and trunks are also not here," added Harry. "That means that even if we wanted to we couldn't escape. All we have is female clothing," added Charles. With nothing else to do, the boys dutifully removed the clothing from its wrapping paper and string and placed them in the cupboards and drawers. Just as they had finished Helen entered the room ahead of Leila. "Well ma cherie, how do you like your new room?" Helen asked "It is nice but where are our clothes?" Asked Julian still alarmed at the developments they had just discovered. "Safe and sound, we just needed some extra insurance that none of you will leave without making a real effort," said Leila. "Why should we leave? You said earlier in the shop that if one goes we all go. Isn't that true?" Julian replied. "Yes that's true but we also need you to become young women very quickly and that means wearing female clothes all the time." "But Mademoiselle," said Harry. "No buts. As a start, here are copies of the play for each of you, you will see that there are four female characters. I propose that you Juliette will play Gwendolen, you Charlotte will be Miss Prism because you are the tallest while Harriet will be Cecily. Helen here has agreed to play Algernon's Aunt. You will see that there are several parts of the play that you will be able to do without any male company. Before they arrive I want you all to be word perfect." added Leila. For the next two hours all five read and talked about the play and even did some trial runs using the transcripts of the play. All three boys were shocked to see that the play involved kisses from the boys during the final scene. "Now you see why you must be convincing girls, you must be perfect," said Leila. "We have only a short time to do this." "So we have a busy day ahead and we need to see all three of you tucked up in bed for the night now," said Helen. "We only go to bed after nine o clock," said Julian who had become unofficial spokesman for the group. "That may be so, but we have a lot to do tomorrow, so please stand while we help you disrobe." Quickly they were down to their pantaloons and corset. It was obvious that the hated corsets were going to stay on a little longer. "Now we must change you into your sleeping corsets," said Leila finding the three garments inside a drawer. "Why do we need a corset for bed?" Asked Harry horrified at the prospect. "Because we need to keep your waists trim and that means you must also wear a corset to bed. It is not so bad and you will get used to it very quickly," she said undoing Julian's laces. The boy felt a sudden easing of pressure in his waist and then some pain as his ribs expanded suddenly with his first breath. "Owh," he said feeling the effects. "Quickly ma cherie, your sleeping corset is here," she said wrapping it around his waist. "It is not so long as your day corset and is a little more comfortable, n'est ce pas?" "A little but it is still very tight. I feel like I cannot breathe," he said as Helen and Leila tied off his laces. Charles and Harry looked on in dismay and disbelief as Julian tried to suck some air into his lungs. "You are now 22.5", it should not be so bad for you," said Leila. Julian though just put his hands on his ridiculously small waist and grimaced as he felt the tightness encircle him. Helen told him, "try putting your hands up in the air, you will catch your breath easier then." Within 15 minutes all three were wearing their sleep corsets and were struggling for breath. "Mademoiselle, these sleep corsets hurt much more than the one we were wearing, couldn't you ease up a little on the tightness?" Asked Charles. "No as we said, you will get used to it and then we will go even tighter," interrupted Helen with a gleam in her eyes. That brought about a loud groan from all three boys. "We know what little boys do with themselves when they are left alone together so we have one final surprise for you now," said Leila. With that she brought out of a box what appeared to be three shiny curving metal tubes. Much like the spout of a tap but without the handle. "These are designed to go over your corset and see this small padlock will keep this belt in place around your tight waist," said Leila. With that the thin hinged metal strips were fitted and padlocked in place, at the front there was a leather flap which contained another eyelet hook. The boys were curious to see what would happen next. Leila started on Harry and quickly sat him on the chair. "This tube fits over your little penis like so. It is such a small penis too perhaps it will disappear one day?" She asked in a mocking tone. "I hope not Mademoiselle," said Harry watching her moves with dismay. The boy having discovered the delights of masturbation just a few months earlier. "Now then this part fits over the hoop in the belt and this padlock keeps the tube in place. Now you can still use your pee pee but only sitting down and now vous n'?tes pas permett? to become hard." Before Harry could resist the chastity device it was padlocked in place using another small padlock. Harry tugged at the tiny tube that now imprisoned his penis and saw that without tools it would never come off. The boy just cried and cried when he saw what she had done. "Will you fight me?" she asked Charles and Julian. "No Mademoiselle we have no choice but to wear your little tube," said Julian still confident that it wouldn't hold him. All three were easily fitted with the devices and told to pull up their pantaloons. "Real girls do not go about showing off their sex," said Leila handing them some cotton night-dresses. "Mademoiselle, can't we take off our corsets now before bed," said Charles hoping for some respite from the relentless pressure on his waist. "Non, get into your beds, no more talking and get some sleep," said Leila. "We will check on you in 15 minutes and there will be trouble if you are not fast asleep." With that the boys reluctantly headed for bed and tried to fall into sleep and it was with some dismay when Leila returned to find all three wide awake. "Why are you not sleeping?" She asked. "Because the corset is uncomfortable and tight," said Julian wide-eyed. "You will get used to that and in times perhaps come to enjoy wearing the corsets," she replied. "There is no respite." With that she closed the door locking it behind her, the boys left to whisper as she disappeared. "Right then Juliette," said Charles, "now see where you practical jokes have got you?" "What about me, you are lying next to me too," said Julian. "My name is Julian and not Juliette, Charlotte." "Stop it you two," said Harry still sniffling, the boy already feeling frustrated at not being able to fondle his penis as he went to sleep. "How do we get out of this?" "Easy we will wait for both teachers to go to assembly in the morning then we will simply walk out of here and go home," said Charles. "I can't go home," said Julian, "and what would my aunt say if I turned up looking like a girl?" "True I hadn't thought of that, we might get out of the school but we would still be prisoners in these clothes," said Julian. "We would still have these chastity devices fitted and that would be embarrassing." "Why don't we just go to the police?" said Harry quizzing Julian. "Because who would believe us, that two young women could turn us into three girls and effectively emasculate us with these things," said Julian referring to the tube that constrained his member. "Besides it wouldn't be easy to go in and say who we were dressed as girls wouldn't it. Despite their obvious discomfort one by one all three drifted off into a fitful sleep while Julian woke a few times as he move awkwardly catching first his chastity belt and then his padlock in the small of his back. Chapter 4 - A new day pour les amies. When morning finally came, all three woke in a fearful condition. Charles had had maybe four hours sleep and Harry five while Julian had been awake for several hours already. Julian had been formulating an escape plan and had much of the detail worked out before the noise of the door lock being operated had them covering their heads with blankets. Leila stuck her head in and said, "come on girls, the bathroom is free." Julian got up and walked carefully towards the bathroom and taking care to sit started his toilet. He felt frustrated by his inability to touch his penis. He lifted himself up and noted the tightness of his sleep corset. How he felt it's compression against his rib cage when he stood up. He felt like his innards were being squashed. He walked back to the bedroom to find Helen holding up a key and she soon had him stripped completely. "You can have two choices. You can go about nude all day or wear these lovely clothes. What will it be?" she asked. Julian took one look out of the window and saw that any means of escape would be impossible when it was frosty and he had no clothes on. "Clothes I think," he said with some reluctance. He knew it meant virtual emasculation again. He was fitted out in the long grey skirt and blouse. His boots were carefully omitted and he could see that they had covered his first idea at escape by that simple action. Of course his chastity device had also been fitted and he felt deeply frustrated. "No boots?" He asked. "No boots. Because you would have nothing to stop you walking out and we can't have that can we?" Said Leila smiling as she took all three pairs of boots and locked them into a strong cupboard. The boys grimaced when they realised that they had been duped again, they would have to endure the pressure of the corsets all day. "Now listen up as they sat around the dining table, we have to go to morning assembly and take our classes as usual, one or both of us will pop back at any time. We expect you to have cleaned up and done the tasks on this list by mid-day. If that is done, you can get out your French Grammar and start conjugating verbs on page 24," said Leila. "I will return with some mathematics homework and please keep away from the windows, the last thing you need is to be discovered by some boys," said Helen. "You may curtsey now." They curtseyed and then sat down silent and upset. They had just a cup of the herbal tea to drink for breakfast, combined with no supper the night before and they were all feeling pretty hungry. They looked around but were disappointed to find that the food cupboards were also locked. "Please make sure you drink the tea it is all there is for you to take until supper time," said Leila smiling. "I don't believe this," said Julian when they had gone off towards the main building. "It looks like you are going to have too, it looks like we are going to have to like this," said Harry. "Where is your male pride?" Asked Charles. "If you must know it's inside a small silver tube unable to do anything," Harry replied. "Harry is right we are caught, I think we should go along with this for a little longer, there is not much they can do to us now?" Asked Julian looking and sounding very frustrated. "You mean this isn't enough," said Charles attempting to lift his skirt. "I can't move in this skirt more than a few inches, my feet are cold, I'm hungry, my waist hurts like hell, I can only pee sitting down and from the neck down I look like a woman." "I think that's next," said Harry. "What's next?" said Julian. "Our faces," Harry replied. "What about them?" quizzed Julian again. "Well our faces still look like boy's faces so I think that will be next," said Harry. "So what do you think they will do?" joined in Charles increasingly concerned. "A wig at least, god knows what else," said Harry. The boys chatted some more but then they realised that they had to stop to tackle the mountain of chores set by the two women. Julian allocated the tasks and ticked them off before tackling the next. With hard work and good fortune they started on their French lessons at 11:00am and were well pleased with the results of their self testing when Leila walked in. "Ooh la la," she said. "The house looks neat and tidy and you study your French. For that you deserve a reward." She went to cupboard and took out the pairs of boots and handed them over to each boy. "Help each other while I make some tea for you?" she said moving towards the kettle. The boys were grateful to put on the boots over their cold stocking covered toes and then suddenly realised that their feet would start to hurt again. "I can feel my arch in my foot move higher," said Harry, "I'm sure that my feet are being deformed by these boots. Even if she had left us with these boots I doubt I could walk to the cottage gate with these on my feet." "True," said Charles as he helped lacing up Harry's boots. "Now mes enfants, we have another appointment this afternoon with the wigmakers in Salamanca Street and we need some jewellery for you too," said Leila. "Here is your tea, please drink it all up. There is more if you wish it." Leila went over to the stable to collect the dog cart and gave the boy's instructions to put on their capes and veiled hats again. "Take an umbrella too because it looks like it might rain," she added. Leila was patiently waiting for them to mount into the dog cart and the four set off for town. As they left the main gates they passed a group of third year boys returning from a stroll down from the girl's school. "Look at those girls, we go to see girls and they are obviously here in the school," said one so that Julian could hear. 'I am no girl,' he felt sad that that boy who he normally swam beside didn't recognise him. After the 15 minute ride, the cart was parked waiting outside the small wig shop attached to a large factory. "We are sure to find something in here," she said leading them inside. "Yes Madame," said the assistant, "how can I help you?" "My name is Mitterand, Mademoiselle Mitterand, do you offer a discreet service in confidence?" she asked. "Yes we do, my name is Marie please step this way," said the assistant through to an adjoining large room fitted with mirrors and wig stands filled with wigs of many different colours and sizes. Leila knew what she wanted for the three boys and had them all sitting at a dressing table. The assistant carefully placed the long dark hair wig on Julian's head without comment and the boy was truly surprised to see the results of the long hair. "There is more. This company has just developed this wig, it is designed to be worn on top of your own hair and the real hair is pulled through with these little hooks. This takes a long time but there is another faster solution which would also work," said Marie. "What is that?" Asked Leila. "These girls, their hair is so short that I suggest we shave their heads very short and then it will slowly grow back through the weave of the wig. We can use a special spirit gum to attach each wig to the scalp so that it cannot be removed. As the hair starts to grow through the wig then it will become much thicker and join the wig to the head." "That is a very clever idea, let's do it," said Leila. "I will help you." "Mademoiselle why do you do this to these boys?" Asked Marie. Leila spent some time explaining the reason behind the deception and with Marie sworn to secrecy and intrigued by the thought of three feminised boys agreed to help. "Mademoiselle, it is truly amazing I look like a girl with this hair," Julian exclaimed after having the shock of seeing all his short hair removed and the wig attached. As the glue dried to his head, Julian swallowed hard unable to fathom what was happening to him. "Yes you do look like a girl but we have some small touches left," said Leila. "What small touches," he replied. "Your eyebrows are much too thick and have no graceful curve. We also must get your ears pierced to take pierced earrings," she countered. "Mademoiselle I am a trained beautician I can perform those tasks for you," volunteered Marie. "Carry on," said Leila smiling. The wig fitted and firmly attached now, Marie turned her attention to Julian's thick eyebrows and pulled them out using a novel technique that involved tight cord, Julian's eyebrows quickly and painlessly took on a more feminine shape and appearance. When that was done two sharp pains at his ears reminded him that his lobes had now been pierced. Marie inserting a pair of gold studs and Julian looked back in amazement at what he saw. His long hair cascaded down past his shoulders and framed his freckled face. Presently the same processes were performed on Charles and Harry who had watched Julian's transformations. All three now looked like desirable young women. Indeed each boy now seemed to lust after each other in a peculiar manner. "Harry you look quite cute," said Charles smiling from behind a veil of long hair. With the wigs attached securely, the next port of call was to the hairdresser who would help them style the hair appropriate to the era and that meant it would need to be piled up on top of the head and only let down of an evening. They returned to school their hats perched on top of their heads and their veils covering their eyes but no longer down past their chin. "I think it is too late now," said Julian to his friends. "Too late for what?" asked Charles alarmed. "Too late to escape," continued Julian. "They have us now, I feel completely overwhelmed by all this. My head hurts because of this awful wig, the corset cuts in, my penis is tender and my feet like they are on fire." "I feel the same but I won't give into this," said Charles who held Harry's gloved hand to comfort him. Overhearing the chatter Leila looked back and said, "from now on my girls things will get better, you will see. It is so much more fun being a girl, the first time you turn a boy's head you will find it so." Harry shivered and Charles put his arm around him. "Thanks," he said, "I needed that." On their arrival back at the cottage, Leila had them help prepare the evening meal. It was hard to call them boys now as they donned aprons to prepare the food and the table for eating. Harry was given the task of preparing the table for the five places for supper while Julian peeled the potatoes and other vegetables. Charles prepared the beef that would go into the stew. All three boys were ravenous having had not much to eat for over 24 hours. So they threw themselves at the food preparation in a bid to conjure up a meal quickly. Helen kept them supplied with a constant stream of herbal tea and the boys took it unaware of the long term effects of this on their still developing bodies. An hour after they started, the meal was ready, there was vast quantities of stew, dumplings, potatoes, carrots and peas. Julian had also started making a vegetable broth he felt so hungry. After saying grace, they sat down and started eating with their usual gusto. As Leila and Helen picked at their food and slowly chewed each piece of meat, the boys charged ahead and then found themselves struggling. "Mademoiselle, I feel full yet I should be able to eat all this," said Charles looking at his plate still three-quarters full. "You will find that your corset will prevent you from eating so much, I think," said Leila in between swallows. The other two discovered that she was telling the truth. "The secret is not too bolt your food but to chew each piece slowly and carefully so that you do not fill up too quickly," added Helen who was able to show off that she had finished half her plate despite her lower rate of consumption. "Can't we take these corsets off, I will die if I can't eat, "said Charles looking distressed. "You won't die and no you can't have your corset removed, it would undo the waist training of the last few days." All three boys began pushing their plates away, their minds unhappy but their stomachs were also complaining with a full satiated feeling. Leila insisted that they help clear the dinner plates away. "Right we have a few hours and we mustn't let your education slip, so we will do some Latin studies, some English literature and look at the play again," said Leila. "Then up to bed." All three helped with the washing up with Julian washing while Charles and Harry dried. The three were left to complete this task alone as Helen and Mary relaxed together in the lounge. "Alright fancy pants just how are we going to get out of these dresses?" asked Charles. "It won't be easy but it will mean overpowering either woman and stealing the dog cart because we wouldn't get very far in these dresses," said Harry drying another plate. "If we do decide to go through with this then we can assume that our education here is over, would your parents agree to placing you somewhere else?" Asked Julian. "Right now I don't care, if they see the way we have been treated by these women then I am sure that they will support our complaints," said Harry. "My idea is that we take the dog cart tomorrow and go to my sister's house. She lives about 10 miles from here. From there we could make our separate ways after that," added Charles. In the living room both women were relaxing in front of a large log fire. "So why do you think they will try and escape tomorrow?" asked Helen after a loose remark from Leila. "Because I do, we know they cannot get far on foot because of their little boots so they will try to take the dog cart," said Leila. "I know that Charles has a sister living nearby so that would be the obvious destination." "So how do we stop them?" asked Helen. "Simple we ask Allan to give us a driver as well as the cart." "Yes with a male driver they wouldn't be able to overpower us and drop us at the side of the road," added Helen. "Yes you are right, we need to have some male support. Will you take the lessons this evening, I need to go and see Allan?" Asked Leila with a shrug of the shoulders. "Yes off you go, leave me to do all the hard work," smiled Helen. Leila kis