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On Being Juliette By Elaine copyright 1999. This story is the long delayed follow up to the Importance of Being Juliette. If you haven't read the first story it is recommended that you do that first. Now this story involves the feminisation of a teenage boy and if you are under age or likely to be influenced by such stories please do not go past this sentence. My email is [email protected] and any comments are welcome. This story is dedicated to Kim, a wee man with a big heart in the Orient who gave me the original idea and to my dear friend and fellow author Debbie Cybele who proof read it for me. Finally Bill and many others who sort of goaded me into doing some more. ******************************************************************************* Chapter 1 - To London It was late when the hackney cabs drew up at the gates of Sir Iain Marshall's large Hampstead home. Or rather it was early as the clock showed 1:00am on the church steeple across the road. Sir Iain dismounted first and along with his son Colin courteously helped both Mademoiselle Leila Mitterand and Miss Juliette Smythe down from the cabs. There was much giggling and laughter as the two couples made their way across the deep gravel courtyard and into the expansive mansion. At just 17 years of age, Colin was already trying to be perfect gentleman as he proffered his elbow for Juliette's hand. The pair were under the ever- watchful eye of Leila who clasped the arm of a top hatted and cigar smoking Sir Iain. They had enjoyed a busy night since the final curtain at Crawley School. Juliette had been the star performer in a performance of the Importance of being Earnest earlier that evening. However only apparent to Leila was the fact that Juliette had been until a few weeks earlier been known as Julian Smythe! Unable to return to male life because of circumstance, Juliette had reluctantly gone at the invitation of Sir Iain and his son to London. Leila had agreed to act as Juliette's chaperone for the next few weeks in the absence of Juliette's parents who were on their way to Hong Kong to act as government officials. The one hour train journey in a first class compartment had seen both couples playing cards and drinking champagne. Juliette dressed in an exquisite ball gown had felt tense and ill at ease at first but soon relaxed as the alcohol hit her bloodstream. Both men proved to be perfect gentlemen and as the train pulled into Paddington at 10:00pm, the conversation was delightful with both girls giggling and laughing courtesy of the alcohol. A constant stream of funny stories from Sir Iain had seen the merriment reach a peak when they took a short cab ride took to an exclusive restaurant frequently used by Sir Iain. The restaurant on the verge of closing; re-opened with vigour in deference to one of the wealthiest men in the world, and remained that way until the two couples departed nearly three hours later. "Welcome to Marmion," said Sir Iain with a great gallant flourish of his top hat referring to the house named after a Sir Walter Scott novel. He handed his top hat and ivory handled cane to the butler before unbuttoning his dark woollen great coat. The butler ruled over 7 servants who looked after the large house set in a couple of acres next to Hampstead Heath. Purchased a year earlier, Marmion had six main family bedrooms, several public rooms and a ballroom. A maid instantly attended to both the ladies and started to help them remove their long elegant fur lined cloaks and ear muffs. Both were still giggly and slightly tipsy from the chapagne that had helped them enjoy such a delightful evening. The little maid scurried backwards and forwards and showed them to the dining room where an arrangement of wines and liquors awaited. Sir Iain in the absence of his butler, who was busy supervising the retrieval of Juliette and Leila's bags from the cab, asked if they would like a drink as he poured himself a second warming brandy. "No thank you, I'd better not," said Juliette smiling and putting a white glove to her lips to stifle yet another hiccup and then a yawn. The long elegant gloves matching the tight ball gown, that had been a gift to her from Colin. "A little more champagne would be nice," said Leila lifting a champagne glass who always enjoyed the product of her own native country. "Champagne it is," said Colin with glee cracking open a bottle that a few seconds earlier that had lain deep within an ice bucket. "Are you sure you won't have some, Juliette?" "No I am sure," replied Juliette. While the butler was escorting both sets of bags up to the adjoining rooms on the third floor, the four continued their merriment when Juliette suddenly relented and accepted the proffered glass from Colin. Juliette sipped slowly at her drink keenly aware that she had already had too much alcohol. That coupled with the fact that she had been awake since before seven the previous day meant that she was also very tired. However Juliette was reluctant to leave the side of Leila who she hoped would soon accompany her to a warm and relaxing bed. "Tell me, Sir Iain how do you see Juliette fitting into your organisation during the holidays?" Asked Leila referring to my job offer in his offices. As drank from his glass of champagne, she added, "if she is going to busy, then she will not be able to work more than a few days I think." "I need someone to give me some accurate sales and purchasing figures on my investments," he said taking another sip of his champagne and another long puff at his long Cuban cigar. "I realise that Juliette won't be with us very long, but if she can make a contribution in so short a time then she will prove her worth to any employer." "You would give her a good reference then?" Asked Leila. "Yes of course that goes without saying," he replied gruffly blowing out smoke into the ceiling as he did so. Meanwhile at the other side of the room Colin and Juliette talked. "When is your appointment on Monday?" Asked Colin to Juliette politely. Since his accident on the playing fields all those weeks ago, Colin had been a young man forever trying to show he could be as gracious as his father to the young woman who had helped save life. "I have to attend the audition at11:30am," said Juliette slowly and quietly referring to her audition with a leading play producer who was trying to stage Oscar Wilde's play The Perfect Husband in London's West End. "May I be permitted to accompany you Juliette?" Asked Colin acting quite courteously. "To the theatre I mean." "Yes of course," said Leila moving over and interrupting the conversation, "Juliette needs all the support she can get if she wants to get this part." "You make a fine actress, you were thoroughly convincing this evening," said Sir Iain still standing by the warming fire. Juliette smiled back at him and curtseyed slightly. "I had a fine teacher here, I think," said Juliette indicating Leila with her fan. "Yes that was quite remarkable considering you were both at different schools. I assume you would see very little of each other?" Enquired Sir Iain. "We saw quite a lot of each other over the last few weeks," said Leila smiling at Juliette and taking her empty glass. "She is a very fine teacher and not just of acting," said Juliette referring to Leila's teaching in French and the art of lovemaking, "I learnt a great deal in such a short time." Leila smiled at Juliette's double meaning and altered the conversation. "So Sir Iain, you think my protg will make a good contribution for you, what would you do if she also has a part in the play?" "I would be happy if she is good enough to gain a role in the play, it would be no more than she deserves. It would be exciting to know a young lady who acts in the theatre rather than who has her nose deep in my books," he replied and then drinking from his glass again. "What about you Colin?" Asked Leila "Juliette is a wonderful actress, I hope she does well," he replied enthusiastically. He had been showing signs of tiredness too and it was obvious that the night was drawing to a close. Juliette stifled a yawn and covered her face with her fan, "excuse me I'm ready for bed I think." "Moi aussi," said Leila reverting back to her native French. "Good night then ladies, sleep well, if you need anything don't hesitate to ask Yvette the maid," said Sir Iain extinguishing his still long cigar. Sir Iain and Colin raised their glasses and sipped at their brandy as the ladies went out the door. Colin watched Juliette's feminine wiggle still visible through the long dress trailing behind her as she went out into the hall. Juliette breathed a slight sigh of relief when she reached the safety of her room only to find the maid waiting to help her disrobe. She stood up and announced her name in a rich East End Cockney accent, "my name is Yvette, Miss Juliette." Juliette could see that Yvette was a pretty girl who looked like a typical servant with a black uniform highlighted with a starched white apron. She wore a patterned cap and even her waist was pulled in tight. "Oh you must be tired like me, come help me get out of this gown, the unpacking can wait until the morning," said Juliette to the attentive maid. As Yvette worked quickly, Juliette stepped out of her gown and the maid hung it up in the large wardrobe. "Oh what a lovely dress Miss," said Yvette. "Yes Yvette, Master Colin gave it to me," replied Juliette hoping that Yvette would not notice anything that would give her away. Juliette saw that there were several other dresses and skirts already hanging up in the wardrobe. "Whose clothes are those Yvette?" "Yours Miss, Sir Iain had the housekeeper buy a selection of clothes for your use while you stayed here. I believe there are some of Sir Iain's late wife's clothes here too if you would like to see them," said Yvette curtseying. "There is no need to curtsey every five minutes Yvette," said Juliette getting tired of the bobbing up and down. "Thank you Miss," said Yvette who took out a night gown and laid it out on the bed. Juliette was really tired but knew that it would be at least another 30 minutes before she could sleep as the maid undid all the pins in her hair and began brushing her tresses and hairpieces out. "You have such wonderful lustrous hair Miss, so smooth and silky, I would like to wash it in the morning for you." "Yes Yvette that would be nice," said Juliette realising that the maid's caresses were beginning to wake up her tired brain. "Miss Mitterand forwarded instructions that I had to use a sleeping corset for you tonight or you may sleep in your present one. She has plans to get your waist much smaller." Juliette enjoyed a thin smile, she knew that Leila would want more than just a boy in a dress, she would want an icon of femininity. Why she wasn't absolutely clear but as Juliette, she was sure that Leila would continue down the path she had started at Crawley. "Yvette please loosen my stays just a little, I will wear this one tonight," said Juliette. "I cannot Miss, the Mademoiselle said that she will not allow you to loosen now," replied Yvette unhappy at turning down Juliette's simple request. Juliette thought about it and realised what she had gone through so far was just the start, her waist measured 20 inches now, where would she end up? "Very well, help me with my stockings and shoes. I cannot reach them," said Juliette bravely. "I will stay in this corset." Although tight, Juliette at least knew how this one felt on her body. "I have a pair of bed socks if you need them," said Yvette. "I'm sure that I will be warm enough," said Juliette watching Yvette taking out the bed warmer with its long handle. "Breakfast will be at 8:30am in the dining room or would Miss prefer to have it in bed?" Asked Yvette. The thought of being a lady of leisure proved too much for Juliette who preferred the latter. "I will ring for service when I wake up." Yvette adjusted the long night gown and tied up the ribbons under Juliette's neck to hold it in place. Juliette felt the long satin lined material and already it felt warm to the touch. She inched under the cool starched cotton sheets and she felt something stirring between her legs as Yvette turned down the gas light and quietly left the room. For the first time since this transformation started, Juliette was alone and was desperately keen to exploit the situation. The soft materials and the tightness on her ribs made Juliette feel like the sensual being she now was. She felt a stirring in her loins that had not happened for some time. Juliette needed relief and badly. She quickly hitched up her long night gown and pulled down her bulky pantaloons and held her now small erect penis in between her thumb and fingers. She rubbed gently courtesy of her long pointed nails while with her left hand she rubbed her small developing bosom. She teased her nipples, cupped her breasts and thought of making love with Leila. The effect was almost instantaneous with an eruption of clear sticky fluid all over her underclothes. Juliette instantly felt the relief as it oozed out of her and she mopped up the mess with a handkerchief that lay on the bedside table. Within seconds she was fast asleep. Chapter 2 - In London Shopping Juliette woke the next morning to find her long hair wrapped around her throat. She pulled it to straighten it out and then sat up. With all the champagne, she felt the bad taste in her mouth and the pressing feeling on her bladder. Juliette tried to get up and immediately felt the unyielding tightness in her waist and ribcage. However her bladder was hurting and she found the chamber pot under the bed. She used it standing up to some obvious relief. 'All that champagne,' thought Juliette. 'Never have I had such a night as last night, it was frightening but such fun. If either Sir Iain or Colin find out about me, I will be in real trouble.' A knocking on the connecting door between her room and Leila's bedroom interrupted Juliette's thoughts. "Ma Cherie," Leila said on entering without waiting on a reply. Putting the full down on chamber pot on the bed, Juliette rushed to greet her friend, they hugged and kissed hard, Leila inserting her tongue into Juliette's waiting and eager mouth. "You taste so sweet this morning, did you sleep well?" "Yes apart from this wretched corset Leila; please let me take it off when I go to sleep," whined Juliette. "No you must train your waist more I think, if you want to be an actress you must get down to an 18" waist," said Leila. "But 20 is impossible let alone 18 inches," said Juliette beginning to get upset with what more Leila had in store for her. "Ma Cherie, you will get used to it too." Said Leila smiling. "Come let me help you with your toilet and then we will have a late breakfast." Juliette watched Leila in her starched dress flit gently around her as she helped her remove the remaining garments from the previous night. Presently Juliette was naked and enjoying a sponge wash under the control of Leila. There was only one reminder of her original gender left and that was small and less significant. "You have such a pretty body," smiled Leila as she applied the cold water to make Juliette shiver. Juliette tried to remove her earrings and found that she could not do so. "Can you show me how to remove these?" Asked Juliette. "I will take them out for you," said Leila. "Why couldn't I take them out?" Juliette asked. Leila didn't reply directly but quickly undid the catches that held the rings to Juliette's ears. She wiped both lobes with alcohol before placing two pearl and gold rings in the now vacant holes. "Yvette said she would wash my hair this morning," said Juliette. "Yes she told me, we can do that tonight, your hair is really lovely," said Leila brushing Juliette's hair again with a long handled hair brush. It has grown so much these past few weeks and the hair pieces and wigs will soon be a thing of the past. Leila continued with Juliette's toilet and started to dress the feminised boy in a morning dress suitable for London society. The dress was dark emerald green with a patterned bodice that highlighted Juliette's tight waist. A matching bonnet of green tulle was fitted on her head and the ribbons tied underneath her chin with an elaborate bow to see how it would look. On her stocking covered feet, Leila helped fit a pair of black heeled boots with laces tightly stretching from the toe to her now pretty ankles. Although not high like her ball gown slippers, the boots did apply pressure to her toes and calf muscles so that the simple act of walking seemed suddenly difficult. The silky feel of the dress and the confinement of the corset was now something that Juliette secretly adored. Juliette could feel his manhood rise again and deep within the layers of clothing Leila wasn't able to notice. Leila watched Juliette smooth and feel the dress material with her hands before putting on a pair of white lace fingerless gloves over both hands. Juliette smoothed out the front of the tight fitting skirts just allowing her hands to tarry a little too long near her middle. "You like being like this now don't you Juliette? You do like being a girl?" Asked Leila suddenly surveying the attitude of her younger companion. Juliette's jaw dropped and thought crossed her mind, 'had it been so obvious that he too had fallen for a life of dresses and corsets like Charlotte and Harriet?' "Yes Mademoiselle, I do," said Juliette honestly as Leila stood impatiently waiting with her hands clasped together in front of her waist. "I thought so, so you do not wish to be Julian ever again?" Leila probed deeper. "Yes, I mean no! Oh I don't know, oh I am so confused," replied Juliette suddenly frustrated with the turn of the conversation and remembering her guilt over the act of sexual relief the night before. "It is right, you should be confused but you needn't be," said Leila starting to apply a little perfumed toilet water to Juliette's wrists and neck. "Why?" Asked Juliette simply "It's easy, just look in the mirror Juliette, do you see a boy?" "No. I don't," said Juliette, her red lips opened wide with surprise. "Well then do you see an attractive young woman?" Leila continued insistently "Yes," said Juliette quietly, so that Leila pretended not to hear. "Speak up child, what do you see?" "I see a young woman, but I'm not, I'm not, I'm a boy, oh this is so confusing." "You don't need to be confused, you're pretty and you will not be the first boy to dress as a woman all the time. You also know that I love only Juliette and that Julian must never return?" "Yes." "Yes what?" Leila was enjoying her line of questioning. "Yes Mademoiselle." With that Leila bent round Juliette's head and kissed Juliette's reddish lips. They were in a passionate embrace when a knock at the door introduced the arrival of Yvette. "Come in," shouted Leila moving backwards smiling. Yvette entered and curtseyed as usual. She noticed the blush on Juliette's cheeks but knew her place enough not to comment. "Do you desire anything else Miss," said Yvette seeing Juliette had dressed without her help. "We would like some breakfast. Some coffee and some croissant would be nice with a little strawberry preserve," said Leila responding to the maid's request. "Please serve us here." "Right away Mademoiselle." Yvette left to attend to her errand. Leila and Juliette walked over to the chairs in front of the bay window and sat down. Juliette unconsciously mimicking Leila's seated position with her back totally unsupported by the back of the chair. Leila in turn was secretly admiring the graceful way Juliette walked and then smoothed her skirts as she sat down. In less than two months, Juliette had all the deportment, appearance and graces of a young woman. That gave Leila real joy and she smiled as she watched protg sitting as a woman would and not slouched back like a man. The view out of the window was of the neighbouring Hampstead Heath park land and already people were out walking and enjoying the unseasonable mild weather. "Would you like to go out shopping after lunch?" Asked Leila suddenly. "Yes I would love that," replied Juliette. "Then we will go out later, after we have had our lunch. I have something to keep you occupied this fore noon." "What is it Mademoiselle?" Asked Juliette with some apprehension. "We have some embroidery to do," she replied showing Juliette the box of patterns and threads that she then retrieved from her room. "I found these last night. Perhaps we could embroider something as a reminder of our stay?" Juliette groaned inwardly as the thought of pushing coloured thread through fabric all morning. Only being in the presence of Leila would make it rewarding. "I have never even darned a sock Leila, you will have to teach me," said Juliette unable to feel that happy at the prospect of a morning sewing. After a 10 minute break that the two women used to silently scan the heath for activity. Yvette returned, curtseyed and then placed the tray of coffee cups onto the coffee table separating the two women. Juliette poured to Leila's instructions and was relieved to find that it wasn't her usual herbal tea but strong South American coffee as she had hoped. Juliette drained her small cup in two mouthfuls much to the distaste of Leila. Juliette unaware of that asked for and was given a second cup of coffee. "If it pleases you Mademoiselles," said Yvette curtseying again, "Sir Iain and Master Colin are in the drawing room enjoying tea and they wondered if you would like to join them." Finishing and leaving their cups, Leila and Juliette left the bedroom and went downstairs and headed for the Drawing Room where Colin and Sir Iain were reading. On entering, both men rose and then waited until both women were seated despite being engrossed in a book and a newspaper. "So I trust you both had a restful night, I'm sorry we were up so late last night. Do you have plans for this afternoon?" Sir Iain asked noting the late hour of the morning with his gold pocket watch. "Yes shopping, Juliette needs some clothes for work at your office and a nice dress for her audition on Monday, some shoes and hats too I think. For that we will need some money, do you think that we could have an advance on her salary?" Asked Leila. "I wouldn't dream of giving her an advance, would a gift of 100 pounds be enough to cover the cost of what you had in mind?" Returned Sir Iain. "Oh yes indeed, that is most generous. Isn't it Juliette?" said Leila suddenly surprised with the generosity. More was to come. "Yes Sir Iain, thank you," said Juliette but inwardly seething at Leila's request. "Of course you will need to get some things for yourself too," said Sir Iain, "I will arrange for some money for you too." Leila looked pleased but wondered what Sir Iain's real motives where. "I will arrange for a handsome cab to attend you after lunch. Colin and I have been invited to attend a hunt in Huntingdonshire tomorrow, would either of you two ladies like to join us? Some mounts can be arranged for you both and I'm sure it will be quite good fun instead of staying here in stuffy and dreary London." "I have never ridden before," volunteered Juliette dreading the prospect of riding a horse. "I would teach you, Juliette," said Leila smiling, "I have ridden ponies and horses since I was three. Riding side saddle is something I know well, since I moved to Crawley." "Side-saddle? No I couldn't ride side-saddle. I will fall off I think and we do not have riding clothes," said Juliette rapidly thinking of a valid excuse. "Clothes are not a problem Juliette. My dear late wife had several riding outfits that would fit you both with some slight alterations," said Sir Iain smiling at Juliette's uncomfortable and pained expression. "Ma Cherie," said Leila joining in Juliette's discomfiture, "it will be such fun, we will start slowly and you will not fall. You will see." "Very well, I will do it," said Juliette who now saw the brighter side of this adventure. "So long as some allowance is made for my riding ability." "I'm sure that will be done. I suggest that you both see Yvette about the riding outfits. She can make the appropriate adjustments on her new sewing machine while you are shopping this afternoon," said Sir Iain referring to the Singer sewing machine he had bought earlier that month. As Julian, he had never had the opportunity to get his legs astride a horse before, but as Juliette that wouldn't happen either. Now she was expected to ride side-saddle dressed in Sir Iain's wife's old riding clothes. The thought of falling and having her true sex discovered filled Juliette with dread. Colin could see Juliette's face tense up at the thought. He rose again and went over to comfort her, "if you do not like to ride with the hounds that would not be seen as an insult to the hunt. I would be more than happy to lead you around a quiet field somewhere until you can control your mount. If you have never ridden, the last thing we would need is a Juliette with a broken limb or injured pride." "Right now that is uppermost in my mind too," said Juliette easing herself in the chair as the corset bit into her waist. "You will have nothing to fear and once started, I'm sure that we will be on horseback most weekends thereafter," said Colin taking and raising Juliette's hand to his lips and kissing it. Juliette winced and realised that Colin was still in love with her. That was the cruellest event of all, the boy with one of the richest fathers in the world would be denied the right to have an heir if they married or continued their association. Both ladies retired to Juliette's bedroom where they were shown both of the late Lady Marshall's riding outfits and it was agreed that with a little adjustment both would fit Juliette and Leila. Yvette hurried to take all the measurements she needed as both had stripped down to their undergarments. Armed with a notebook, her tape measure and both sets of riding clothes, the maid took many notes and marked the garments to indicate where they should be altered. That task completed she quickly helped both get dressed again for their shopping expedition. Juliette preferred to remain in her morning dress but Leila opted for a grander outfit of pale yellow satin. Just after noon and after some embroidery they both Leila and Juliette descended the stairs for lunch. Since her corset training had started, Juliette was concerned that she could not eat so much. The first course was a vegetable broth which she found out was actually a soup recipe Sir Iain had brought with him from his native Scotland. Juliette soon slowed down her intake as her constricted stomach filled up. Despite her hunger she could eat no more and left more than half the bowl on the plate. Juliette looked on enviously as both Sir Iain and Colin tucked into the roast beef and Yorkshire pudding while she and Leila just picked at their food. Apple pie for desert was turned away much to Colin's amusement. After lunch Sir Iain handed a stiff brown envelope to Leila and told both women to buy what they needed and to have fun. With that he kissed both of them on the forehead and left for his study. Juliette rubbed her forehead and remembered the lingering cigar smoke smell of Sir Iain's morning coat. In the hallway, Yvette helped both ladies into their coats and ornate feather adorned hats. James the butler escorted them out to the waiting cab in the courtyard and helped them inside. With some difficulty, Juliette rose into the cab first and proffered her hand to Leila who used it to get into the other vacant seat. Juliette desperately tried to lounge back into the padded upholstery of the cab but found her corset prevented it and she had to sit bolt upright like her companion. Within twenty minutes they were alighting onto the wet cobbled streets of Regent Street and Oxford Street to face a huge array of clothing shops for the discerning late 19th century lady. The rest of the afternoon went in a blur for Juliette though her visit to the corsetiere was perhaps the most forbidding as she was measured up for some new tighter and longer corsets. "Why do I have to have some new ones made?" Asked Juliette petulantly when she was led into the sacred ground of femininity. "I have already told you, your waist training must continue if you are to succeed on stage as an actress," replied Leila sensing Juliette's discomfort. "Just get used to the idea that you are a young lady now and ladies wear tight corsets." In conjunction with the corsetiere, Leila selected a corset style that had the potential to draw in her abdomen to 18 inches or less. The corsetiere measured Juliette's present waist and other vital statistics. On the basis of those measurements a selection of garments were chosen. The common factor was the feminine nature of the garments with lace trim, floral decoration, stocking suspenders and the prospect of tight, tight lacing. Juliette winced when she saw that Leila selected four different styles all to suit the tighter waistline she wanted to impose of Juliette. "Remember they will take a little time until you can get down to 18", all new corsets stretch slightly," advised the corsetiere as Leila paid for the items. As they carried their purchases to pick out some dresses in a nearby dressmaker's shop, Juliette was reminded by Leila that tighter corsets meant tighter dresses and tighter dresses meant tighter corsets. 'Where would it all end?' Thought Juliette. A selection of six dresses later, only two of which would fit her current 20 inch waist and Juliette loaded down with packages headed back to the cab to offload them to the cab driver. On the way they spotted some hats and that was their final purchases of the day. Juliette felt disbelief when she looked in the milliner's mirror through the thin mesh net of the new hat she had just bought. There was an air of mystery and femininity about her now that she had not appreciated before. As Julian she would have fallen in love with Juliette but since she was Juliette she felt that stirring deep in her groin and felt weak. Leila helped her back into reality by adjusting the front of the feather trimmed hat so that she wore it back to the cab. Leila had taken up Sir Iain's offer of new clothes too and between them they had spent over 150 in clothes and accessories. The result was that the small handsome cab was full to the brim with bags, parcels and boxes when they arrived back at Marmion. Colin rushed down the steps to greet them as the Winter gloom descended. Colin was obviously delighted to see them back after a boring afternoon reading newspapers and dealing with some business papers given to him by his father. Hitching up her skirts Juliette walked quickly up the steps and into the warmth of the house leaving the butler and Colin to retrieve the packages. Yvette was in attendance and Juliette gave the request for a bath to be drawn. "Yes Miss, right away Miss, I will bring up your purchases directly," she said curtseying and scurrying off to draw the hot water for the bath. Together Juliette and Leila walked upstairs slowly their shopping expedition having worn them both out. "Can we bathe together Leila?" Juliette asked. "It should be possible we are two girls are we not?" Leila replied bursting into laughter. "Yes Mademoiselle," said Juliette smirking. On arrival at their bedrooms, they walked in to find that Yvette had been busy. Their rooms were tidy with all their clothing put away and her efforts with the sewing machine were evident on the bed. 'Looks like I have some more clothes too try on,' thought Juliette when Yvette came in and curtseyed again. "Miss Juliette your bath will be ready presently, can I help you undress?" Asked Yvette. "Yes Yvette, you may help me with my dress," said Juliette pointing to the catches on the rear that she couldn't quite reach. "Yes miss," replied Yvette who struggled to undo the catches and hooks that were tight across Juliette's back. As the dress dropped off her shoulders to reveal an equally tight corset underneath, Juliette stepped out of the dress to reveal layer after layer of petticoats. Divested of those, Juliette asked for her stays to be loosened and that done, Yvette retired to leave Juliette to have her hot bath in peace. Leila dressed only in a dressing gown stepped into the bathroom moments later. Leila removed the dressing gown and the pair stepped into the large bath together. Juliette marvelled at seeing Leila's rounded body close up and leant forward to kiss her. Leila reacted positively and the two half submerged in the piping hot scented bath water. They kissed and embraced as only two lovers can. They soaped and sponged each other in their intimate places the water producing a warm reddish tinge on their skins. Leila's breasts lay across the surface of the water, the water supporting them while Juliette's much smaller breasts hung from her chest. "I want you so badly Leila," said Juliette softly. "I would like to penetrate you like a man." That remark brought a smile to Leila's face, "Oh Juliette but you're not a man, you're a girl now and girls make love with their mouths not their loins as you will soon see." "I will do whatever it takes to please you Leila," admitted Juliette. "You please me greatly already Juliette," Leila replied. They stepped from the cloudy bath water and wrapped warm towels around each other. Leila ensuring that Juliette's body was covered. With that Leila dragged Juliette through to her bedroom where they both lay upon the bed. "Oh Juliette, you are so beautiful, give up any notion of being a boy again," said Leila who then kissed Juliette's budding breasts. She took each nipple in turn so that the new girl was sighing before Leila was finished. "You see how sensuous it is to be a woman?" Juliette lay back and sighed more until Leila turned her attention to Juliette's mouth. Their embraces were long and passionate as they continued to kiss and fondle each other closely. Juliette's small penis slowly became erect when finally Leila took hold of it. "It is too small to satisfy me now Juliette, I would need a man to fill me but I will give you some pleasure with my mouth. You must do the same to me and lick my private parts." Before too long both were engaged in a long intimate love making session with each other's face buried in between the legs of the other. Juliette felt Leila take her small erect penis in her mouth and suck hard. Juliette took all of Leila's clitoris in her mouth and gently bit and teased it. The pleasure experience built up until it they had nowhere else to go and Juliette tasted Leila's love juice and she in turn tasted Juliette's convulsions. The two embraced for some time before cuddling and stroking each other's long hair. "Juliette, after your audition on Monday, we will need to visit a doctor, I will make an appointment for you to see a doctor in Harley Street," said Leila looking into Juliette's eyes as she teased her hair. "A doctor! Why?" Asked Juliette pulling back slightly. "We need to have one to examine you and to declare you as a woman," she tried to explain but Juliette interrupted. "Any doctor would see that I'm male, I still have a penis, it is small but it is still there," Juliette replied startled by her comments. "The doctor I have in mind is a very good friend of my father's and I think that I owe it to you to have an examination to ensure that you are healthy." "Of course I'm healthy, I have never felt better," replied Juliette. "Do not argue my pretty one, I wish him to see you and that is what we will do. I have still 50 from Sir Iain's shopping money, let us wash our hair and get ready for supper." They grabbed some dressing gowns and rang for Yvette. "Yes Miss?" Asked Yvette breathlessly after her unexpected dash from the kitchen to attend. "Please bring more hot water for washing and a kettle for some tea," ordered Leila. Within 30 minutes both were sitting, their hair drying drinking some of the same herbal tea recipe that Leila had frequently given Juliette since her transformation had started. A mixture of naturally occurring plants, they and the tighter corsets had been responsible for the feminising effect on Juliette's body. The pretty youth was now sporting a cleavage that would make many women jealous. Yvette was busy brushing out Leila's long hair and beginning to enjoy working for both women after the long period of inactivity since Sir Iain's late wife had died. "Your hair is long and fine," said Yvette who carefully combed out the tugs and snags in Leila's black straight hair that extended midway down her back. Juliette's devoid of it's hairpieces was next, and it too was hanging straight drying slowly in the warm bedroom air. After a period of 15 minutes Yvette returned to Leila and carefully began tying and pinning it up. She interweaved small white flowers into the hair that contrasted strongly with the blackness of her hair. With Yvette completing her hair, Leila went back into her bedroom to get dressed, Juliette was next in line for Yvette's dextrous hands. "You have such wonderful fine hair Miss," said Yvette. "It is short but so full bodied." "So you have said, Yvette." "Oh sorry Miss it's easy to forget," she replied. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Asked Juliette trying to be a conversationalist and to put Yvette at ease. "No Miss," said Yvette, "I'm not allowed, I would need the Butler and Housekeeper's permission before I can step out with a man." "Do you have your eye on anyone? Be truthful now, I won't tell," said Juliette smiling in the mirror as Yvette inserted a flower above Juliette's left ear. "Yes Miss I do," replied Yvette blushing. "Who then Yvette?" Asked Juliette trying to coax her. "I don't know how as to say it, I'm sure Miss," said Yvette who grew redder and redder. "It is Master Colin?" "Yes Miss," said Yvette lowering her eyes knowing that Colin and Juliette were in fact boyfriend and girlfriend. "I'm sorry." "Why should you be sorry, Colin and I are friends that's all," said Juliette laughing. "That's delightful does he know?" "No Miss, I would give anything to be more than just his friend but he never looks at me," said Yvette wistfully. "I have a tough time keeping him out of my bed," laughed Juliette remembering her first stolen kiss with Colin in the Crawley infirmary all those weeks ago. "We seem to be exactly opposite, I want him in my bed and you can't keep him out," said Yvette smiling. "I prefer the company of women," said Juliette suddenly, "do you?" "I have never been with a woman before," said Yvette. "I've never thought about it." "Would you like to try?" Asked Juliette. "I'm not sure Miss Juliette, I'm not sure," said Yvette and trying to ignore the question and quickly adding, "there now you're finished. How does that look?" Juliette looked in the mirror from side to side and liked the new style Yvette had created. "Will you do my hair again on Monday morning for the audition?" "Yes Miss," said Yvette who bobbed up and down again before heading to the wardrobe to pull out the evening dress. "Help the Mademoiselle Leila get dressed first and then come back to me," said Juliette anxious to stay out of a corset as long as possible. "Yes Miss," said Yvette curtseying as she left. "Yvette there is no need to curtsey when we are alone," said Juliette who went on prodding and primping her hair and looking in the mirror. "Yes Miss." On Yvette's departure, Juliette threw open her robe to examine her body. Her long neck meant she was able to see down the front quite easily. Her breasts were pointy and swollen but couldn't be construed to be a full woman's bosom like Leila's. What astonished her most was the condition of her waist. It was a distinctive hourglass shape and though she didn't know it, it measured 22 inches without a corset. That and the small limp excuse for a penis that dangled between her legs made her feel so uneasy. It seemed so much smaller than before and the whole of her skin seemed smooth and hairless just like a girl's. Deciding to put on a pair of fresh pantaloons that had belonged to Lady Marshall, Juliette looked at her feet and legs and saw how the shoes she wore were causing her toes to come together and her tendons in ankles seemed tighter. Both calf and thigh muscles look less pronounced and on rising, Juliette found that walking on her toes was easier than walking on a flat sole. Juliette pulled up a pair of stockings and automatically started clipping the busk of her new loose corset around her waist. She tightened the stays as hard as she could so that it would stay up so that she could attach the stocking suspenders. Soon she had to tie off as she couldn't do them up anymore without help. Just as she did, Yvette returned with Leila who was wearing her evening dress but was missing her jewellery. "Right let us see what we can achieve this evening," said Leila smiling at Juliette's efforts with the corset, "can you fetch the lacing machine?" She asked Yvette. "Right away," said Yvette who returned quickly and then lifted the mechanism out of a wooden box and attached it to the end of the bed. The machine was attached to Juliette's laces and made ready. "Turning the handles here tightens your waist, can you feel it?" Asked Leila cranking the handle slowly "Oh yes, yes please stop, let me catch my breath a moment, please," squealed Juliette suddenly feeling light headed. "Yvette tie it off there and we will allow her new corset to stretch a little before continuing," said Leila. "It's already too tight," whined Juliette feeling like she did when her corset training had begun all those weeks ago. "Nonsense child, you are only 19.5 inches and we have another half an inch to go," said Leila checking the tape measure determined that Juliette would experience a 19" waist that night for the first time. After 15 minutes, the machine was attached again but this time Leila only small tightening adjustments were made. Leila perhaps realising that further tightening could cause serious injury to the pained girl. "There now 19 and a quarter inches," grinned Leila, "how does that feel? It looks incredible." "Leila it feels much too tight, please let me loose," said Juliette bleating like a lamb. Having seen and heard this kind of discussion often in her years of service, Yvette listened bemused holding Juliette's underskirts and a small padded bustle for the next stage of dressing. "Juliette stop whining or you can stay up here in your room with nothing to eat," replied Leila. "But if I go to dinner that's exactly what I will get to eat with my stomach so constricted," said Juliette still decidedly unhappy pressed her sides looking for relief. None came. Everything she did to find relief from the pressure came to naught. "No more discussion, Yvette put on her underskirts and dress, I will be back with my shoes and jewellery," said Leila relishing her complete control over Juliette. Yvette carefully helped tie the small bustle around Juliette's now emphasised hips before slipping on the first of three underskirts. Leila emerged just as Juliette had her own evening dress tightly buttoned up in the rear. The front of the dress was open revealing a deep cavity between Juliette's two budding breasts. Around her neck was strung a choker of three strings of pearls while a cameo brooch was attached to the bodice. White kid gloves were pulled up each arm and tied at the elbow. A few rings were added to each finger and a matching pearl bracelet was added to her wrist. Asked to sit, Yvette added Juliette's high heel shoes and added some ostrich feathers to her hair. "Voila, we are finished," said Leila with a flourish and turning Juliette round to look at her from all angles. "What do we say now?" "Thank you Yvette," said Juliette slowly still struggling for breath. "You're welcome Miss Juliette, you will turn both Sir Iain's and Master Colin's heads this evening. I have no doubt. You look do look a picture." Leila kissed Juliette on the cheek and smiled, " she is right ma cherie tu es tres bonne." Juliette could feel a stirring in her loins when that was said and asked to be excused. She quickly entered the bathroom, locking it behind her and carefully pulled up her skirts to reveal an erect penis no longer than 3 inches long. She quickly relieved herself and then started spurting clear ejaculate into the bowl. In doing so she soiled her gloves and she tried in vain to clean them. Leila would be livid if she ever discovered the mark. Juliette vowed to keep her hands together at all times. When she returned, Yvette helped smooth the skirts of her dress back in place and handed her a lace shawl and her fan which was looped around her gloved wrist. At 7:00pm exactly both women tripped downstairs to join their hosts who were waiting in the morning room adjoining a large dining room. "Have you ever seen two lovelier pictures father," said Colin loudly as the ladies walked towards them with their hands outstretched. "No Colin not since your late mother passed away," said Sir Iain awe-struck by the beauty of Leila. Her dark tanned skin and tresses catching his eye. Both ladies hands were kissed and they were welcomed formally for dinner. "I hope you don't mind but I have taken the liberty of inviting a few friends to see you both," said Sir Iain. "It's your house, I think," said Leila trying to show that she had no complaints "Yes indeed it is but I hope you will find them charming," said Sir Iain smiling and then laughing out loud. He lifted a hand to suppress his mirth. "I'm sure that Juliette and I will find them charming if they are friends of yours. What line of business are they in?" Asked Leila. "They go in government circles, they were bound for Hong Kong before being recalled to London at Gibraltar," said Sir Iain. "They are Juliette's parents Sir Julian Smythe and Lady Doreen Smythe. Quite a surprise what? They arrived back in London today after a long overland trip." With that news and a loud doorbell announcing her parent's arrival, Juliette promptly fainted. Chapter 3 - Meetings. Juliette came round slowly to find herself back in her bed. On one side she could see the face of Leila looking concerned and holding her hand. Then on the other there were her two parents looking equally concerned but also looking distinctly unhappy. There was no sign of Colin or Sir Iain Marshall in the room. Juliette coughed and spluttered as she inhaled more of the smelling salts into her lungs. "Ah she awakes," said Leila somewhat relieved. "She? Don't you mean he?" Asked Sir Julian Smythe loudly and indignantly. Juliette's father was in his late forties with a typical receding hairline and hair growing out of every pore on his face. His small moustache and sideburns dictated by the fashion of the times gave him a menacing look. "What is the meaning of this outrageous behaviour? Why is my son dressed like this?" "She doesn't look like a he," continued Lady Smythe without waiting for a reply. Sir Julian's wife of twenty years and who gave unstinting support to her husband's work in the Foreign Office. She was tall and graceful with a high thin neck and long legs. She was elaborately dressed to match her husband's formal evening dinner jacket. "Oh father and mother I'm so sorry, you see me like this," said Juliette trying to rise up out of the bed but finding it difficult because of the tight corset. "Lie still I will try to explain," said Leila to Juliette. "This had better be good," said Sir Julian, "for I can see no reason why my son should be dressed in such a fashion so that he looks like his sister June." "Me neither," said Lady Smythe standing by her husband's announcement out of a lifetime of loyalty. "He does look like Jane though." "It will take a little time and it is rather difficult to explain," said Leila, "and Sir Iain and his son will be wondering how Juliette is." "Juliette?" Bellowed Sir Julian, "my son Julian is now called Juliette?" He was irate and growing angry. "Yes let me see Sir Iain first and then I will explain," said Leila who quickly went out the door. Lady Smythe went to the other side of the bed vacated by Leila and held her son's hand. "This I have to hear," said Sir Julian folding his arms and sitting on the bed beside Juliette, "would you care to enlighten us on why you are dressed like a young lady? A well dressed debutante by all accounts." "Yes father, I will," said Juliette becoming more alert to her predicament as she continued to lie prone on the bed. "Start right at the beginning," he snarled clearly unhappy. "Yes father," said Juliette politely before starting her tale. "I was singled out to play a girl's part in the Crawley school play because I had been misbehaving in class. Leila I mean Mademoiselle Mitterand singled me out because of my bad behaviour. She and another teacher had me dress as a girl so that I got used to the costume and mannerisms until she saw that I would be convincing." "Yes go on," said Lady Smythe. "This is incredible." "Well we went out to the outfitters in town and bought some St Denis School uniforms so that it wouldn't look odd whenever we went about Crawley dressed as girls. On the way back, the cart broke a wheel just outside St Denis and the gatekeeper alerted to the noise made me, Harry and Charles enter St Denis as he thought we were St Denis girls." "So you became a school girl alongside June and Rosie your sisters?" Asked Lady Smythe seeing something amusing in Juliette's predicament. "Yes, we were dressed as St Denis girls so we had to learn to become schoolgirls. I did try to escape all this father." "Yes how?" "Well one day I saw Miss Mitterand's cart at St Denis and I took it into town to buy some male clothes. I was on my way back with a new Crawley uniform when I was promptly arrested by the police. If anything I had to be even more of a girl as I had to report to them each Saturday morning for stealing the cart." "How disgraceful," said Sir Julian, "my son reduced to being a common thief." "I'm sorry father," Juliette whispered. "I do not blame you boy, I'm astonished the authorities did not act more properly towards you," said his father. "Father they saw me as a pretty girl and I had to go along with the deception or face even steeper punishment and ridicule." "Quite so I understand now, how did you come to meet Colin and his father?" Asked Sir Julian. "Colin had an accident in the playing fields at Crawley and along with Miss Hopwood from St Denis, we helped save Colin's life. Both Colin and Sir Iain have been incredibly generous towards me and the result is an offer of a job from Sir Iain. They only know me as Juliette and I'm not able to return to being your son unless you can do something to take me away from all this." "Now I see, you have been dressed as a girl, tried to revert back, failed and now through circumstance and perhaps some goading from that Frenchwoman I'll wager, you find yourself as a boy in skirts," said Sir Julian frowning. "Dear god what is the world coming too?" "You do pass very well as a girl," said Lady Smythe with some sincerity, "In fact the more I look at you, you remind me of our June all suddenly grown up. You look almost like twin sisters. Your face and hair are so like hers." At that point Leila and the two men of the house entered and seemed anxious to learn how Juliette was faring. Colin picked up Juliette's proffered hand and kissed it while Sir Iain smiled and said, "you see what happens when you come to see your daughter, the excitement proved too much for her, I fear." "Yes," said Sir Julian reluctantly going along with the deception. "It wasn't that, it was my new corset. It is a little tighter than I am used to and the exertion of moving quickly downstairs was too much for me I think," said Juliette who showed her parents that she was in all respects a lady now by looking limp, demure and pale. "All right my dear, take all the time you need to recover before dinner, if you do not feel like coming down, you may have your meal here," said Sir Iain. "Thank you Sir Iain, I will get up presently," said Juliette weakly and drawing sympathy from Colin who moved to hold her hand. "Stay in bed Juliette, I will see that a meal is brought up," said Colin clearly showing his love. This did not go unnoticed by Juliette's father and mother who stood open mouthed as they watched the touching scene between the couple. "I wonder if you might leave us a moment," said Sir Julian to both Sir Iain and Colin. "I would wish to have some private words with my daughter," he added almost spitting out the word daughter. "By all means, we have asked the servants to delay dinner by half an hour so that you can catch up with all your news and be together," said Sir Iain looking at his pocket watch. "Thank you Sir Iain, we will be down presently," said Sir Julian. The father and son left and quietly closed the door behind them and Sir Julian almost exploded at both Leila and Juliette who now sat at the edge of the bed holding her unforgiving waist with both hands. "Now I have seen everything, my son is now my daughter and cannot revert to being my son because he is staying in the house of one of the richest men in the world. One of the reasons we came back from Hong Kong was because Sir Iain asked me to go South America to help with some lucrative business opportunities there. He has offered me double my handsome foreign office salary if I'll help him with his mining interests." "Now I come back to find that the girl he was referring to is not my daughter but my son in a dress, what a calamity. Do you have an explanation?" He asked Leila. "Yes sir, Julian became Juliette because he was very naughty in my class and I thought I would also teach him a lesson. I volunteered him for the school play the Importance of Being Earnest and he was very good in the female lead role. However circumstances contrived to make Juliette, I mean Julian spend several weeks in the girl's school. After the play, Sir Iain offered to give Juliette a position in his office and she has a theatre audition on Monday." "The theatre," he cried. "No son of mine will become an actor." "Your son as you can see is a very good actor, he has been playing the role of a woman with assurance for nearly 2 months now and in Friday's school play Juliette was rated the best actor." "That may be so, I do not wish my son to go on stage dressed as some girl," he sounded angry and he was. "Sir Julian, I think that you will not be able to stop the deception of Juliette any more than I or Julian here," she replied trying to make the man see that indeed was the case. "I don't understand," he replied. "This charade cannot continue another minute longer. Get changed Julian." "I think you do, if Juliette reverts back to being Julian, how do you think Sir Iain will feel towards you when he learns that Colin has fallen in love with your son dressed as a girl." Sir Julian paused and raised his hand to his chin before speaking. "Not too kindly I fear, his job offer was enough to make me return from my journey to Hong Kong quickly enough. I have resigned from the Foreign Office this very day and I am in need of this position," he replied. "Julian," said his mother spoke softly to Juliette. "Yes mother," he replied with an unnaturally sounding deeper voice than normal. "I think your father will have difficulty coming to terms with this but I fear your masquerade as Juliette will have to continue until at least your father's employment with Sir Iain is over." "He could leave it right now," said Juliette. "I can't do that. I signed a letter of contract that binds me for the next two years with options for Sir Iain to extend that by up to a further three years. He has said that if I have what he is looking for then it would be extended automatically," he said. Juliette groaned outwardly, while Leila felt a surge of relief flow through her body. "Father I have to go riding tomorrow, side saddle, I have to wear tight corsets and I have to wear dresses all the time, please help me out of this difficult situation." "I would like to Julian, believe me but I cannot, unless you can take matters into your own hands you must continue being Juliette a little longer," he said. "That looks true," added his mother nodding and holding Juliette's hands. There was a knock on the door and Yvette opened it. "Sir Iain has asked you all to join him for dinner, the cook advises that the meal will be spoiled if it is delayed much longer." "Very well we will follow you immediately," Sir Julian said. "Right Juliette, take my arm dear, you are my eldest daughter from now on," said Lady Smythe. "Yes Mama," said Juliette remembering her childhood pet name for her mother. They all walked down the stairs slowly with Juliette and Lady Smythe together. Both looking so like mother and daughter. Leila and Sir Julian walking down together continued their discourse. "How could you do this to my son?" He asked quietly but insistently. "Your son is responsible because of his bad behaviour in my class," Leila spat back. "If he had not ridiculed me then he wouldn't be dressed the way he is now." "I think that he did not deserve this severe treatment despite his misdemeanours," said Sir Julian as quietly as possible as they entered the dining room. "Please refer to him as Juliette. You will see that she is quite convincing as a girl." "I hope so, he I mean she will make me lose my new appointment if she is not," said Sir Julian grimacing at each mention of the word she when referring to his son. "Juliette is very convincing and has accepted her change remarkably well," said Leila. "So it seems," said Sir Julian watching his son moving gracefully towards the table and waiting until the chair was pulled out by a servant so that she could sit down. Sir Julian noted the body language as Juliette smoothed out her skirts under her as she sat. He marvelled at the sight as she drew out her table napkin, shook it daintily and placed it on her lap. He stared at how thin her waist was now and compared it with that of his wife. He knew his wife corseted down to 23" so Juliette's waist was obviously several inches thinner. "How are you feeling now Juliette," asked Sir Iain before the soup course arrived and was served. "Very well and very happy to see my father and mother again." Juliette continued smiling, "I believe that it's your fault for bringing them here. I'm sorry for causing such a stir and I'm feeling very much better now." "Yes I thought a family reunion would be good for you my dear. I did not expect the extreme reaction you took though," he replied showing his concern and placing his large hand on Juliette's and patting it. Juliette smiled back and replied, "I fear my new corset had more to do with it. Mademoiselle Leila insists that I try to reduce my waist more for Monday's audition. I fear I went too far." "Yes you women insist on wearing these corsets to make yourself attractive when you are already quite attractive enough." "Thank you Sir Iain, but Juliette like all women must keep up with the fashion," advised Leila who was seated over the table and listening intently. Sir Julian winced when he heard the way the conversation was turning. "Will you come riding with us tomorrow Sir Julian," said Sir Iain, "your wonderful daughter has agreed to learn to ride tomorrow." "I would love to come but alas I have some urgent personal matters to attend to at home before I leave for Brazil," said Sir Julian thoughtfully. "How about you my dear?" He asked his wife sitting next to him. "Yes I would like that," said Lady Smythe. "I haven't ridden since my younger days in India." "We can arrange to pick you up tomorrow morning," said Sir Iain. "Do you have riding clothes?" "Oh I will not be riding. I haven't ridden since before my marriage but I would like to watch Juliette learn. That would be fun," she replied. "I might be able to help her cope with side saddle." The meal was served and everyone tucked into the roast beef and other specialities prepared by the cook. The women as usual only eating a small fraction of what was in front of them courtesy of their tight waists. Juliette in particular looked on enviously at the men as they tucked into huge platefuls of food. Leila's timely comment when the plates were withdrawn, "you will get used to it ma cherie," not helping in the slightest. After dinner, the party split up with the ladies retiring to the lounge while the men drank brandy and smoked cigars in the library. When they were finally separated from the men, Lady Smythe spoke immediately. "Julian how could you get yourself into this position wearing the garb of a young lady," she asked as Leila poured three small glasses of sherry. Handing her a glass of the dark red liquid, Leila answered for Juliette. "It is all my fault that this has gone out of control and I did try to rescue Juliette from the girl's school but to no avail. As time went on, it became more and more difficult to get Juliette back to being Julian." "But he is so feminine in his actions and dress, no one would know unless they had seen him before," Lady Smythe declared. "Yes I know that is the incredible part, Juliette is so utterly convincing," said Leila. "But what is this, you have a cleavage too?" Lady Smythe started looking alarmed again. "It is exaggerated by the corset Lady Smythe," said Leila trying to calm the older woman's fears. "It is more than just a corset, Juliette has small breasts I can see them with my own eyes. What is going on?" Asked Lady Smythe. "Are you a boy or are you becoming a girl now?" "I'm a boy but I have to look like a girl, so I have been taking herbal teas that have changed me slightly," admitted Juliette. "The result is the small but quite realistic cleavage as you can see," said Leila smiling. However Lady Smythe was not smiling, "so my son is changing into a girl too, your father like me will not be best pleased with this." "The changes are reversible," said Leila lying. "That's something good at least, the problem we face is how to get my son back." "It has proved really difficult and will prove so in the future unless you can take me with you abroad," said Juliette. "Alas that will not be possible, you have your schooling and hopefully university to attend. We will find a way out of this for you." "I don't see how," said Juliette disappointed in her mother. "But Juliette, you have said that you like dressing as a girl," said Leila suddenly clouding the picture. "Oh yes," said Lady Smythe astonished, "why?" "Since I became Juliette, I have been in demand and everyone likes me, as Julian I was a troublemaker and a nuisance," said Juliette keenly aware that Julian had not been so popular as Juliette. "What about your young man? Colin? You are deceiving him a little I think," said Lady Smythe. "Yes but only he feels anything toward me, I do not feel anything towards him," confessed Juliette. "That may be so but your deception will prove cruel if he ever finds out who or what you are," replied Lady Smythe. "It is not something I have tried to encourage Mama," said Juliette. "Yes I know darling it will be unfortunate for your father and our family if you are discovered. I think I may have a way out of your dilemma but it involves your sister June. We would need to get her to take your place," explained Mrs Smythe. "But Mama, June is only 15 years old and although we look alike I'm some three inches taller than her," said Juliette. Leila seeing what was happening, tried her best to