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On Being Juliette, Part II By Elaine copyright 2000 This second part is dedicated to many readers who emailed me to say how much they enjoyed the first 8 chapters. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I hope it was worth the wait. You will let me know if it was, wont you? Copyright 2000, by Elaine email is [email protected]. This section is dedicated to some friends. Crystal the site owner who will have exclusive rights over this story. Joan who helped encourage me with some ideas. Thanks my friend. Debbie Carlisle who I am pleased to say came out of hospital after 8 months just shortly before this story was finished. Finally to all those who patiently waited until I could get this story completed. ******************************************************************************** Chapter 9 - Secrets Gordon looked in Juliette's eyes and then gently kissed her on the forehead. Juliette gulped as best she could to get some much needed air into her breathless lungs. 'You were saying,' said Juliette unable to resist the comment that introduced the dance with Gordon. 'Yes I was wasn't I?' Gordon teased. 'Remember that time at my country house when I stumbled into the bathroom and you were soaking in the bath and then today, your request for male clothes and your desire to get away from me.' 'I...I ..,' said Juliette nervously, 'and?' 'Well it's easy, ye're shall we say, a girl with a little extra, in fact ye're no a girl at all, are ye?' Gordon whispered in Juliette's ear. She felt his long waxed moustache tickle her ear as he avoided the elaborate head dress she now wore. 'No I'm not a real girl,' Juliette admitted honestly and quietly after a long pause, 'that's why I asked you for help. Don't you see? I wanted to go back to being my old self again.' 'I know Juliette,' said Gordon his whiskers trembling with excitement. 'What a bobbie dazzler ye are, I can fully understand that but ma dear Juliette, I cannae stand back and see ye ruin your life by being a boy again.' Juliette started to cry, real tears descended her lily-white face and rolled past her cherry red lips. Gordon looked visibly upset too, Juliette withdrew her hand from his and walked back off the floor in the short mincing steps the dress allowed. Leila noticed too and ran to Juliette just as she made her way to the relative quiet of the hallway. 'Juliette? Juliette, what's the matter?' Asked Leila deeply concerned that her charge was crying like a baby. 'What did Gordon say? What did that man say?' 'He knows,' cried Juliette and then she wailed burying her face into Leila's neck, 'he knows all about me.' 'Yes I know all aboot her,' said a familiar deep Scottish voice behind them. Juliette shivered with fright. It was Gordon Dewar looking unrepentant. 'Just what do you know?' Asked Leila turning on him like a cat with her claws bared. 'I ken everything,' grinned Gordon trying to show that he was in total control and that he wouldn't be hurried or bullied. 'Yes, but what, why did you upset her so? You're not a nice man Mr Dewar,' Leila snapped impatiently. 'Oh ye want to know that I ken Juliette is really a boy, yes I ken that fine,' Gordon replied as Juliette groaned and then cried more patting her puffed up eyes with a handkerchief. She blew her nose and put her head against Leila. 'How do you know?' Leila asked after first checking on Juliette who sat slowly down on a chair beside the hall cabinet. Juliette would have bent double in pain but her unyielding corset held her erect. 'It disnae matter just that I ken. I should add though that ye baith have naething to fear frae me provided ye continue Juliette's deception. I'll gie ye baith ma word on that. At least that is ma word in exchange for certain favours shall we say,' he said fingering his waxed moustache and smiling. 'Oh no,' cried Juliette who sobbed harder into her lace handkerchief imagining what that meant. 'What favours?' Asked Leila indignantly, loudly and angrily. 'Well there are many, some obvious, some not so obvious,' he said swerving Leila's assault again. Leila though was not so happy. 'Just what do you have in mind Mister Dewar?' Asked Leila her use of the name Dewar given in a derogatory tone. 'Like I said some small favours.' He paused. 'I like young boys and one that dresses as a pretty girl would make a welcome change from time to time.' 'That's not possible Mr Dewar and you know it. Not while Juliette is under my care,' said Leila indignantly. 'I'm her chaperone now in the absence of her parents.' 'I'm sure ye're able tae realise that if this news about Juliette should leak oot that it might be quite disastrous,' said Gordon smirking. 'If Sir Iain or Colin should ever find oot, then Juliette would be humiliated and forced to run. ye would have to return to France and Juliette's Mother and father would be disgraced and lose their position. I hear that they are sailing for Brazil tomorrow. I can just imagine how Sir Iain would react if he was told just after the Smythe's set sail. He widnae be not too pleased I'll wager.' 'You wouldn't do that would you? What would you gain?' Asked Leila. 'Nothing dear lady except ma friend's trust for revealing the serious error he and his son have made with you both.' Suddenly the door to the dancehall opened and the noise from the music drowned out the thoughts of the three people in the hallway. 'Oh there you are Juliette,' said Colin looking quite handsome in his black dinner jacket and white shirt. 'Can I have this next dance please?' He asked and without waiting for a reply he took Juliette's hand. His presence stopped the conversation between Leila and Gordon dead. His youthful innocence left him unaware that there was anything untoward occurring despite Juliette's tear- stained face and handkerchief. Coming to her senses, Juliette quickly responded, 'yes of course.' Juliette moved gently thanks to Colin's firm and strong hand. 'That would be lovely,' she said her tears suddenly drying up. She relished the opportunity to escape even for a moment from Gordon. 'You would destroy them both, you know that don't you?' Leila spoke watching the couple leave holding hands high back towards the dancehall. 'Yes I realise that, but Juliette just owes me a few favours and it needn't happen. Does it?' Gordon threatened. 'So what do you propose Mr Dewar?' Asked Leila getting to the point. 'Name your price for silence.' 'Lassie ye hae me all wrong. I don't want money. I'm a wealthy Scottish hotel owner and industrialist. I want Juliette in bed wi me.' 'Merde! Over my dead body,' said Leila angrily. 'That can be arranged,' he joked but Leila didn't quite see the joke. 'You're no gentleman sir, despite your background,' replied Leila scornfully. 'If I was a man I would punch you to the ground.' 'It makes nae matter, the favour I hae in mind is both of you together in ma new hotel in the West End tomorrow night - straight after the rehearsals and Juliette waves goodbye to her parents or is that his parents.' Sir, you are quite outrageous,' shouted Leila, 'you want me there too?' That can never happen and it wont.' 'Take yer choice, you've until this time tomorrow, dinnae disappoint me now,' he said and then turned and walked back nonchalantly into the dancing area as if nothing had happened. His broad shoulders as wide as the door he passed through and his head haughty, proud and erect. Leila in contrast was furious, she paced up and down the hall, slapping her closed fan against her thighs. 'The nerve of that man!' She exclaimed in her native French over and over. Despite the dress and underskirts, she could feel the pain in her leg. When she went back to the dance, Juliette was still dancing with Colin in an almost dream like state. 'Damn you to hell Gordon Dewar,' Leila cursed under breath and as she turned she saw Sir Iain standing behind her. 'Mademoiselle Leila, my dear, may I have this dance, it is past ten and I would love the opportunity of just one waltz this evening,' said Sir Iain as charming as ever. 'Yes Sir Iain, that would be delightful,' said Leila turning on the charm and raising her hands so that he took hers and she could rest her left hand on his broad shoulder. Colin and Juliette were still on the floor when they turned during the dance, Leila could see though that Juliette no longer looked radiant but looked tired and still a little upset. If she noticed, it amazed her that Colin hadn't. 'Just like a man,' she thought. At the end of the dance, Leila promptly curtseyed, said her goodbyes and then took Juliette by the hand upstairs to the bedrooms. Juliette was anxious to disrobe and appreciated the warm helpful welcome back from Yvette. She felt like she was in a vice with the tight corset around her torso and was desperate to have it removed for the night. Yvette deftly lifted the dress and helped ease the laces on the corset. Juliette stepped out of the garment while Yvette attended to Leila. Juliette saw the imprints of the corset on her skin and there had been some chafing on her thighs courtesy of the dancing. 'Well that has spoiled everything,' said Leila referring to Gordon as Yvette left to get the bed warming pans. 'What does he really want and what favours does he require?' Asked Juliette naively. 'Juliette you are so na
ve, he wants you and preferably both of us in his bed tomorrow night,' said Leila, 'that won't happen if I can help it.' 'Both of us, not just me?' 'Yes both,' said Leila who again cursed under her breath. 'I'll rot in hell before I go with a man like Gordon Dewar.' 'Goodness, what happens now?' Asked Juliette looking alarmed and desperate again. 'Sleep I hope,' said Leila trying to lighten the mood. She was tired and thought that perhaps a good night's sleep would help her get her charge out of this mess. 'No I mean if he gets his way or doesn't get his way?' 'Well I fear if he doesn't, I will be back in France and you my dear will be his live-in lover, unable to defend yourself against his advances,' replied Leila. 'Couldn't I go to France with you?' 'It might be possible but your parents would be disgraced too. Don't you see?' 'Yes,' said Juliette sadly, 'I see only too clearly.' There was a noise at the door and Yvette returned to help them retire. 'Goodnight Miss, what time do you require breakfast?' Yvette asked politely at the door. 'About 8:30am should be fine,' said Leila answering Yvette's question to Juliette for her. 'Yes Miss,' said Yvette who curtseyed and then walked back to her quarters. Both ready for bed Leila brushed out Juliette's growing long hair. 'You have such lovely hair, ma cherie,' said Leila. 'Go on say it!' 'Say what?' asked Leila suspending operations. 'Say you have such lovely hair for a boy!' 'Juliette hush now we will get through this. I know it, we will be together and resist Gordon Dewar,' replied Leila ignoring Juliette's anguish. Juliette was tired and so was Leila but passion soon took over and the pair headed over to Juliette's warm bed where they made love. Leila being the main beneficiary of Juliette's probing tongue. 'That was truly wonderful,' said Leila as Juliette came up for air after spending 15 minutes between Leila's legs only to ignore her and fall fast asleep instantly her head touched her soft feather pillow. 'Sleep little one.' The next day broke fresh and cold as Juliette stretched and yawned from what had been a close embrace with Leila. Once awake though, her mind returned to Gordon's threat and desires. That brought her quickly to her senses; that and the intense pressure on her now full bladder. The room was cold without a fire in the room, Leila's decision to lock the door had kept Yvette out so they could sleep on undisturbed. Naked, Juliette padded back to bed with Leila watching her small breasts bobbing up and down accentuated by her trim waist that she now possessed. Leila looked at what remained of Juliette's maleness and wondered what the doctor would do when he examined her later that day. Juliette shivered slightly as she dived back under the blankets to cuddle into Leila. 'It's cold we'll need some warm clothes today,' said Juliette as she huddled the much warmer Leila closer. 'I'm frightened after what happened last night.' 'With Gordon Dewar you mean?' Asked Leila already sure of the answer. 'Yes will he carry out his threat and what does he have in mind?' 'He is very strong willed and yes it's likely he will,' said Leila. 'Can't we get out of it?' 'We will try ma cherie, we will try.' Leila rose and did her toilet but rather than return to bed she unlocked the bedroom door and then rang for Yvette before returning back to her room. Yvette soon lit the fire and the cold damp atmosphere suddenly disappeared. Yvette was quite surprised that Juliette was not wearing a night-dress and promptly passed a camisole and pantaloons to her charge before allowing her some privacy to put them on. On her return, Yvette laced Juliette into her usual daytime corset but thankfully not so tight as she had endured the night before. It felt almost slack in comparison to the one she had worn and Juliette stepped into a plain dark green skirt and more elaborate bodice with the fashionable puffed up sleeves. Yvette quickly buttoned up the dress and Juliette actually felt comfortable with her appearance again. Yvette brushed out her hair before it was pinned up using little floral hair pins. Her shoes were pushed on before they were laced up tightly as usual. They were quite broken in now and much more comfortable than the delicate shoes she had worn the night before. 'Breakfast Miss Juliette?' Asked Yvette softly and in keeping with the quiet morning atmosphere. 'Yes thank you,' said Juliette who on watching Leila approach from her room asked. 'Did you sleep well Mademoiselle?' 'Oh yes thank you my dear,' replied Leila smiling and holding out her velvet covered arm to guide her charge towards the door, 'come we have much to do today.' They walked towards the dining room and found that despite being clean as usual there was a strong odour of pipe and cigar smoke. They sat at the large oak table and ate in silence neither feeling all that hungry. Leila broke the silence, 'whatever today brings know that I love you and you mustn't be afraid.' With that she reached over and she kissed Juliette on the lips gently. They were leaving the room just as Sir Iain entered, 'what was Dewar up to last night? He seemed to upset you both.' 'It's nothing to worry about Sir Iain,' said Leila and then trying to ease the situation added, 'he was though most odious but we French are made tough.' Leila smiled and tried to hide her concerns however Sir Iain was serious. 'He has been told never to step inside my house again and to never upset you both again. After you both retired for the night, he became very drunk on my port and was last seen vomiting in the cloak room water closet.' Juliette smiled. Leila pounced though when she heard that Gordon Dewar had fallen foul of Sir Iain. 'Sir Iain he is a most disagreeable man, he upset Juliette with some rude comments and we would both be forever in your debt if you could discredit him further than a mere banishment from Marmion.' 'I agree, he is a fellow countryman and I thought him a friend but I see that he is nothing more than a cad, a lout and a drunkard. He insulted you both and that's intolerable. Leave it with me. I have a few strings I can pull in high places. Have a good day both of you,' said Sir Iain sternly and he walked past to sample the breakfast. 'Yes Sir Iain thank you,' curtseyed Juliette who then accompanied Leila to the morning room where they could wait for the hackney cab that would take Juliette to Harley Street for her 10:00am appointment with the doctor. They talked for half an hour and looked at some magazines on women's fashions that lay beside the floral pattern sofa they sat on. 'What is your need to have me see a doctor?' Asked Juliette as the cab drew to a halt outside the front door and they rose to greet it. 'I thought it wise for you to have an examination to view your progress.' 'What progress?' Demanded Juliette. 'Progress towards our goal, silly,' said Leila. 'What goal?' said Juliette holding her warm woollen cape onto her shoulders so that the maid could fasten it tightly around her neck. With the maid present it was hard for Leila to reply. When the maid was finished and scurried off to her other duties, Juliette finally received a response. 'Why I thought that was obvious,' said Leila, 'the goal is to make a lady of you.' The trip to the doctor was uneventful with Juliette staring out of the carriage wistfully as the busy of streets of pre-Christmas London were full of activity. The carriage stopped outside the doctor's terraced house and they were greeted by a middle-aged man with a distinct French accent. 'Hello Leila, how are you ma cherie?' Asked the Doctor with some familiarity. 'I'm well Pierre, this is my ward Juliette, the girl I told you about. She was born a boy but now as you can see lives as a convincing young woman. She has ambition to stay that way now.' 'She is certainly very pretty,' said Pierre observing Juliette, 'what can I do to help?' 'Well she needs a letter from you, to say that she is under your care so that she is not arrested for masquerading as a woman.' 'That is no problem however I will need to examine her first for my records,' he said wondering what lay beneath Juliette's tight skirts. Juliette entered the doctor's office indignantly alongside Leila. The doctor's examination was thorough after Juliette had undressed. Sitting on the examination bench Pierre touched and probed Juliette's soft and quite hairless skin. His hands cupped Juliette's manhood and she winced slightly when he touched both of Juliette's testicles. 'Mmmmm,' said the Doctor to himself and then again as he probed around Juliette's throat and neck. 'What's wrong Pierre?' Asked Leila. 'Nothing. Please let me finish,' said Pierre moving to Juliette's budding breasts. As he stood erect again he spoke. 'Quite astonishing,' he said to Leila, 'apart from what's between her legs she's a very pretty and convincing young woman. Quite healthy in all respects, however I fear that the treatment you told me about has had an interesting effect on her and she will never function as a man again.' Juliette's jaw dropped, 'what do you mean not function as a man again?' 'Well I fear whatever you have taken has affected both your testicles and they are now much smaller than normal. I am quite sure that they are incapable of producing sperm. We shall have to see when we examine a sample,' he said and then to Juliette he asked, 'do you ever get hard?' 'Yes she does,' Leila remembering the night before. 'In that case we need a sample from you. Could you supply something now?' 'Yes I think so,' said Juliette, 'provided Leila helps me.' Some 15 minutes later and a small teaspoon full of ejaculate was collected and placed on a microscope slide. 'As I suspected,' said Pierre, 'Juliette is completely sterile now.' That remark brought tears to Juliette's eyes. 'Why?' 'I'm not sure all I know is that you are incapable of fathering a child,' said the Doctor. The words that Juliette was clear of sperm and that she had been chemically gelded brought panic and concern to Juliette's mind. Dressing like a woman was one thing but no longer functioning as a man was quite another. 'Your ribs have begun to yield under the corset training,' he said, 'your waist is longer and you have the normal curves of a teenage woman. Your chest has swollen too, you have a fine cleavage that would be an asset to any woman.' The doctor continued his examination of Juliette's feet and his comment disturbed her again. 'Your shoe size is a dainty size 6 and your toes are showing signs of compression and bunions brought about by wearing high heeled boots. Walk across the room please,' he asked. Juliette hopped down and did as she was told. She found that it was much less painful to walk on tip toes rather than place her foot flat on the ground. As she put on her stockings, the doctor spoke, 'Miss Juliette I think you will have to wear high heels all your life or change to flat shoes and suffer the pain for a while. The effect on your feet, ankles and toes has caused some changes that are already quite pronounced.' 'Pierre, that wont happen, Juliette is such a slave to fashion just like me and millions of other women,' interrupted Leila, 'she will just have to suffer women's fashions and learn to live with it.' 'Oh, what prevents her dressing as a man?' Asked Pierre. 'Many things but love for her parents mostly,' replied Leila who omitted to say that she had started the process of Juliette's feminisation several months earlier. 'Do you like living and dressing as a woman?' Asked Pierre to Juliette as he went back to cradle Juliette's sexual organs again. 'I didn't at first but I have become used to it. I do want to change back it's just that when I try to do it, something prevents it.' 'Well looking at you, apart from what's between your legs, you present a very pretty, feminine young lady,' smiled Pierre, 'isn't that better than being a boring stuffy young gentleman?' 'It would be easier to defend myself as a man, I feel vulnerable as a woman,' replied Juliette and then adding, 'my true gender is male and all this is false. Hence my confusion.' 'Well Juliette, men have dressed as women since time began. Even Kings and Princes have longed to be Queens and Princesses,' he said softly and then adding 'I know a very good surgeon who could remove these last remnants of your past life. Your testicles are showing signs of withering away. Leila what is the medication that Juliette has been taking?' 'It is quite potent herbal preparation favoured by women in the South of France and Italy. They take it in their middle years as they lose their ability to bear children,' said Leila slowly and then added, 'both my mama and grandmama were users of this medication and it helped them.' 'That may be so but I wager that this herb contains essences that help give women their rounded shape as Juliette can now testify,' said Pierre. Juliette pointed at her largely uncovered body and she spoke out of turn at Leila, 'so these pills have been responsible for all this?' 'Yes darling, you must have known that?' 'I suspected, I thought they were to calm me while I was dressed,' replied Juliette suddenly alarmed. 'Oh they did that too but there were other effects such as your pretty bosom as you can now appreciate,' said Leila. 'Isn't it wonderful being a woman?' 'Leila I should hate you for what has happened to me these last 3 months but I cannot,' continued Juliette and the doctor went over to the basin to wash his hands. As he turned drying his hands he interrupted, 'I think you would be better placed in life if you didn't possess these remnants of your maleness between your legs. So if you will permit it Leila let me talk to my surgeon friend who will be able to correct this mistake.' 'Mistake? These clothes and these breasts are the mistake,' yelled Juliette angry about what had been spoken. 'I beg to differ,' said the doctor, 'you will certainly never look like a man again and you can only have a life as a woman now.' 'But I cannot give birth or have sex with a man,' replied Juliette with consternation. 'Many women cannot do those things and yet live happy fulfilled lives.' 'Thank you Doctor,' said Leila, who felt happy that another nail had been hammered into Julian's coffin. Julian was now six feet down and would never surface if she had her way. She helped Juliette to dress and it all began to feel second nature to Juliette. Chapter 10 - Rehearsals 'Quickly we must hurry,' said Leila to the driver of the cab as the first rehearsal at the theatre drew near and they were still many streets away. 'Juliette it will not be so bad when we can get to France, you will be happy there,' she said to her ward. They had talked about getting away together after leaving Marmion. A little late, they both entered and settled beside the other actors and actresses who were busy learning their roles in the new production of the Wilde play. During the next hour, Juliette learned that she would be understudy to a slightly older woman who seemed delighted with the decision. As she looked around, Juliette relaxed slightly with the news that she wouldn't need to go on stage that day. Suddenly all that changed as she tensed up. Looking down on her she spied Gordon Dewar in a box and he promptly gave her a friendly wave. Juliette didn't respond but spoke directly to Leila. 'He's here! Look in the rear of that box overlooking the stage,' said Juliette. Straining against the bright lights, Juliette and Leila caught sight of their tormentor overlooking the stage. With no role to play, Juliette moved nearer to the director in the auditorium. They listened intently as the actors began to say their lines. Juliette was paying so much attention to the stage that she failed to notice Gordon suddenly sit down beside her and place his hand on his leg. Juliette turned startled. 'I hope ye havenae forgotten oor meeting?' He asked. 'No I haven't! It's at seven this evening is it not?' Asked Juliette flustered and unsure. She tried to keep her mind on the stage. 'No er actually it's right now,' smiled Gordon. 'I've decided that there's no time like the present.' Grabbing Juliette's slim hand he rose and said, 'come I have a table booked for lunch.' Leila went with Juliette and Gordon to the passageway. The two looked at each other and Leila shrugged her shoulders in resignation that there was nothing she could do to help Juliette's plight. Without further ado, grinning broadly at the ease of his success, Gordon led both ladies to the back of the auditorium and then outside to his waiting coach. Within 10 minutes they were at Gordon's new hotel and he just waved his walking stick to the receptionist before they headed for the lift. The lift ascended to the very top of the building before they exited into a large penthouse area through an attractive set of oak panel double doors. 'Make yourselves comfortable,' declared Gordon as he went over to the champagne bucket and opened the fine vintage bottle. As the champagne spurted clear, he eagerly drank from the bottle. Juliette and Leila seeing the meal placings at the table sat down opposite one another and touched each with their feet. 'Ladies a toast,' said Gordon handing them each a glass and when they were ready loudly proclaimed, 'to women and the Queen.' They sipped slowly at the champagne as Leila had advised, while Gordon swallowed his in one go. 'Ladies ye dinna ken what this means to me.' 'We think we do,' said Leila sarcastically, 'don't expect that our feelings will be reciprocated.' 'That disnae worry me lass what ye think, it's a man's world and it's what I think that really matters,' said Gordon with sincerity after he drained his second glass of champagne. He stood and removed his jacket and then undid his cravat. Those two moves alone had Juliette almost bursting into tears. Gordon sensed the tenseness of the situation and reacted unexpectedly. He reached over and kissed Juliette's gloved hand, 'Dinnae be feart lassie,' said Gordon in his broad Scottish accent, 'I'll no hurt ye.' He rubbed his waxed moustache and slipped off his shoes, his starched collar and cufflinks. Taking Juliette's hand in his, he stood her up and put his arms around her. 'Lassie I'll be so gentle, ye'll love being a woman,' he whispered looking at Leila who stared ahead smiling unseen by Juliette. Gordon smiled back. 'You'll love being my woman.' 'What do you intend to do?' Asked Juliette still concerned. 'Oh ye'll find oot soon enough lass,' said Gordon trying to diffuse the situation and with that he steered Juliette through to the bedroom as Leila started to munch into the chicken sandwiches. On reaching the bedroom, Juliette felt like she was in a dreamlike state. She knew what was about to happen but was powerless to prevent it. A man she detested was going to make love to her as a woman. Acting in a play as a woman was one thing acting as the bed mate to a man was quite another. Gordon undid Juliette's hat, undid some hair pins, and led her over to the bed. Juliette sat quietly and waited for Gordon to move and move is what he did. Making her lie back on the soft warm bed. Gordon lay on top of Juliette kissing her gently at first and then with more passion. At first Juliette felt physically sick as his stale cigar breath invaded her mouth. She felt powerless to resist as his hairy and muscular body moved against her own white hairless torso. His hands were everywhere including probing between her legs and across her breasts. Juliette had never felt so powerless, so helpless and so controlled. She felt nothing stir within her that would want her to prolong this contact. However Gordon was in complete control and Juliette knew it. She felt a tear drop down her red cheek as he continued his one-way advance. 'Relax lass, I'm no gonnae bite ye,' he said Juliette though was tense, desperately unhappy and just wanted to leave. Gordon kissed her on the mouth again and Juliette fought back the urge to be sick. Besides reeking of stale cigar smoke, there was the smell of whiskey and champagne and his body odour was loud. 'You smell just like a cherry ripe and ready for the picking,' he said nuzzling her neck. 'I mean to pick that cherry tonight dinnae dare resist me.' His last four words were threatening and Juliette felt obliged to reply. 'I might not like what you're doing Mr Dewar but I'll not resist you,' she replied in a polite matter of fact tone. That disappointed Gordon who had already expended a lot of passionate energy in his foreplay. He decided that his sensitive efforts to get Juliette to a position of pleasure needed to be speeded up for his own sake if nothing else. He started to undress completely and Juliette swallowed hard. She gulped air audibly as he removed his trousers, socks and shoes, Juliette saw his hair-covered legs as he folded the trousers on the back of a chair before patting the bed beside him. 'Now it's your turn,' he said and proceeded to undo the host of small buttons on the rear of her dress. Despite the tight little buttons, Juliette was able to quickly step out of her dress and hang it up in the wardrobe. He patted the bed again and motioned to her to remove her underskirts and pantaloons. Ultimately her stockings and shoes were next so that only her tight corset remained. He sat on the edge of the bed undoing his shirt displaying his penis, thick long and hard. He motioned that Juliette turn around and assuming that it was to loosen her stays, she did so obediently. However the stays remained tight and instead Gordon applied a little petroleum jelly to her rear opening with his fingers and that prompted her to turn around and exclaim, 'what are you doing that for?' 'You'll see soon enough,' as he gently slipped an oily finger inside Juliette's rear passage. It was tight of course but he persisted all the way in and started to push it in and out. He massaged her prostrate gland and milked her subsequent eruption. Juliette was embarrassed by what had happened as the clear fluid leaked onto the floor but she was powerless to stop him. Gordon's penis was fully erect as Juliette squirmed about unable to escape him. She was his for the taking and he was going to take her. He removed his finger and slowly pulled her back onto his hard penis. As she came down, the head touched her opening and initially nothing happened as her tight sphincter refused to open. Gordon applied some pressure to her shoulders and her rear opened up and she felt him enter slowly as she found her body unable to resist the force of gravity. She realised with her mouth wide open that he wasn't entering her so much as she was enclosing him. His penis at 2" diameter was big and she felt really sore as she slowly but surely came down. After she thought that he would split her apart, she tried to relax and then found him deeper inside her still. Gordon's hands fondled her nipples and made them stick out as she descended deeply impaled on his shaft. 'Oh my god!' Cried Juliette out shrilly. 'How does that feel lass?' Asked Gordon enjoying the sensation of taking Juliette's virginity. 'It feels just wonderful to me.' 'Like I'm being split apart,' she replied. She felt him fill her, the head distending her insides. 'A little more, just a little more and I'm all the way in,' said Gordon. 'I can't it hurts too much,' whined Juliette. At that point Gordon pulled down on her shoulders. They were fully mated and joined together by his rampant penis. He gently lifted her up and then let her down again. The suction was incredible and Gordon's penis was throbbing madly. Gordon then diverted his attention to Juliette's own little penis and quickly had it standing proud. He rubbed it up and down as Juliette moved up and down in concert with his thrusts. Each thrust brought Gordon closer to the brink until he could stand it no longer and they re-arranged their positions on the large bed. With Gordon on top, he turned and proceeded to push so that all his 8' was deeply embedded in her again. Juliette gasped and squealed with each thrust. Each invasion was met with howls from Juliette's lips until at last she cried, 'Oh yes!' Like most powerful men, Gordon had always rated himself as a lover who could control his pace but with Juliette he was so excited he felt like coming there and then. For so long on the edge, Gordon erupted and shuddered deep inside her, leaving poor Juliette high and dry. Just like a woman. Gordon collapsed in a sweating heap on top of her, his penis still snug inside. She felt hemmed in, violated, sick and hurt all at the same time. She tried to move away but Gordon was on top and her slender frame was no match for his. He kissed her again and thanked her. Most of all she felt that she had given into him too easily and should have resisted his advances. Why had she done that, she wondered. 'Now then that wisnae sae bad was it?' He asked looking at her panting body. 'How was that?' 'Awful I feel used and violated,' said Juliette as Gordon continued to shrink in her distended rear. 'Oh that'll pass, soon you'll be at me to do it again.' 'Never.' Said Juliette adamantly and defiantly. 'I don't care if I ever see you again.' 'Are you sure?' Asked Gordon withdrawing finally. 'Yes I'm sure,' she replied feeling empty now that his penis was withdrawn. Then Juliette experienced the joys and vulnerability of being Gordon's lover. He reaffirmed, ' I love you Juliette, I want you to love me back, marry me and you will never regret it.' 'I can't marry you,' said Juliette feeling her rear oozing with Gordon's semen. 'I'm sure I'm much too young to get married.' Gordon rolled off and lay on his back. He took a swig from a bottle of champagne that was lying beside the bed. He poured her a glass and handed it too her. She drank it greedily. 'In my country we can get married at age 16 and ye are that age are ye not?' 'Yes,' she replied simply with the drink passing her lips, so did Juliette's resistance to Gordon's continued probing. 'Ahh good!' He exclaimed as he watched Juliette sit up after draining her glass. 'Untie my stays please,' said Juliette who wanted to sleep without her corset for one night. He duly obliged and she did her toilet before returning to bed. She was trapped and he knew it, however he didn't want her to feel bad about it. She did feel bad about him though and on her return she turned her back towards him and tried to fall asleep. Juliette waited until he was asleep before rising again and heading for the lounge. He snored loudly as she walked into the lounge hoping to find Leila asleep on the couch. She found that Leila had gone. Where she sat there was a short note with her handwriting. 'Ma Cherie, welcome to the world of womanhood, you must remain here until I return for you,' Juliette read out loud and cried. She crumpled up the note and retired back to the bedroom and Gordon's snoring. Juliette went to a cupboard and wrapped a white woollen blanket around her naked torso and clenched the hand written note tightly in her fist. She had to get even and she had to get back, she had to be Julian so he could take control. At that Juliette started to cry as she realised the hopelessness of the situation. Gordon was snoring loudly and Juliette took some time to fall asleep in the bed beside him. The noise and the warmth of the bed all made it seem impossible. It seemed like she had just fallen asleep when she was awakened again. Gordon woke at about 3:00am and slipped an arm around her and pulled her bodily towards him. Juliette was wide awake when she felt his rod press against her buttocks. 'Oh god not again,' she thought and pretended to carry on sleeping. He on the other hand continued to amuse himself and rammed his rejuvenated member deep into her again causing her to gasp as it slid home easily. That gasp signalled that she was no longer asleep and Gordon started to force his mouth and hands all over her body while he continued to pump into her abused rear. After what seemed like an hour, he stopped jerking and Juliette felt him tense up as he spurted deep inside her. This time had not been so painful and indeed she had not minded his attentions so much. His hands roamed around and were busy massaging her small pert breasts. Suddenly he whispered in her ear, 'how is it that you have breasts growing?' 'Leila sees to it that I take some herbal medicine and that is responsible for my breasts growing,' explained Juliette. 'Oh I see, then we'll just hae to see that ye take mair o that stuff,' he replied. He kissed her tenderly but she felt the roughness of stubble and his moustache tickled against her soft cheeks. Juliette fell asleep and was awoken at about 8:00am with the sound of a door opening and closing Juliette was alarmed as Gordon walked into the bedroom stark naked as before. He was smoking a large cigar and he laughed loudly and in a way Juliette thought sounded quite evil. Gordon though pulled her arm and lifted her out of the bed. He sat down while he forced her to kneel before him and he then commanded, 'just lick and suck it until I orgasm.' 'Oh god no anything but that,' she cried. 'Lassie ye'll do it because the consequences of not doing it are too great, now suck it,' commanded Gordon. Having done many new things these past few hours, Juliette reluctantly succumbed to Gordon as he slipped his thick penis past her lips that formed a perfect O. 'Oh God,' though Juliette as Gordon's come oozed out of her mouth. She felt she was going to be sick but quite simply she just passed out. Juliette woke up a few hours later back in bed suffering a headache and she noticed that one or two other parts of her body were tender too. The curtains were drawn shut but Juliette could see that it was daylight outside. When she drew back the curtains, it revealed another dank, dismal London day and that Gordon was nowhere around. She breathed a sigh of relief. On the bedside cabinet there was an envelope with her name on the outside. On opening it, Juliette found 10 white crisp 10 Bank of England notes and a very brief note from Gordon. Reading out loud, her eyes squinted at the almost unlegible writing. 'Dearest Juliette, Lassie thanks for a wonderful night even though you probably don't remember much of it. I enclose some money so that you can go get yourself something nice. There should be enough for some dresses and whatever else you might need. I will see you soon and thanks one again Yours for aye Gordon' Juliette felt angry that he should have paid her for having sex. She felt disgusted with herself that she hadn't been able to prevent it. As she sat in her nightdress, she put the note back inside the envelope. Juliette stared at the money on the bed. It was more than she had ever had in her life and it represented a small fortune. She lay back and looked at the money in her hands and could feel where Gordon had violated her body. Gordon had also bitten her in several places as the deep bruises on her neck and breasts testified. She lay back and suddenly thought that she was all alone and wondered where Leila was and why she hadn't returned. The clock struck 10 am and Juliette decided that she was much too tired and sore to move and would sleep some more in the warm bed rather than go back to Marmion. Chapter 11 - Kidnapped It was nearly 2pm when Juliette awoke again refreshed. It was almost dark outside courtesy of the gray murky London skies and Juliette suddenly realised that with no one around this represented an opportunity to escape and be Julian again. Tightening her corset wasn't so hard as she imagined it would be. Without Yvette it took a little longer and wasn't so tight but it at least allowed her to dress and leave. It was getting dark and wintry when she emerged from the hotel and stood on the steps as the doorman summoned a handsome cab. As she lay back on the cold seat of the cab, she felt happier that she had some money in her purse. Back in the room as she had dressed as Juliette she made up her mind to disappear with some male clothing. Juliette would disappear much as Julian had done all those months ago! Her thoughts were broken by the sound of the horse's hooves on the slippery wet cobbles and the sound of the cabbie shouting. 'Where too Miss?' 'Oxford Street please cabbie,' she made her voice sound as feminine as she could. 'Where too in Oxford Street Miss? He shouted back above the sound of the traffic. 'Oh I need a good men's outfitters, you choose,' replied Juliette. 'Yes Miss,' he said and he urged his five year gelding into a steady trot. Juliette could feel some excitement that at last she would be free and ironically it would be courtesy of that detestable man Gordon Dewar and his 100 'Here we are Miss - Drummond and Company - men's outfitters,' the cabbie announced as he opened the door. He helped her down and she paid him with some coins from her purse. As she paid him, she thought that it would be the last time that any man would help her so that she didn't fall. She had had enough of being a woman. Juliette confidently marched into the dimly lit shop and was approached by a balding man with a tape measure dangling around the collar of his dark woollen three piece suit. Little did Juliette know that her visit to the outfitters was being observed. 'Yes Miss. How may I may help you?' He asked. Juliette stood and then spoke softly, 'I have a twin brother who is returning tomorrow from India for Christmas and he needs some warm winter clothes, a suit, shoes, shirts, and other garments. Can you help me?' 'Oh yes Miss, if we had his sizes we can supply anything you require.' 'We are the same height, would I do?' Juliette asked. 'Perhaps Miss, but your chest and hips are much different than his I'll wager,' said the man. 'Oh yes of course how silly of me could you make some allowances?' Juliette asked. 'We could try Miss. What chest size do you think he is?' 'Surprisingly not much different from me but his waist is 10 inches wider than mine,' said Juliette remembering how much wider her waist used to be. At 20 inches it needed no explanation. 'Very well Miss, follow me and we will see if we have some suits that would fit him,' the man said. He led her over towards the back of the shop and Juliette saw row after row of dull thick woollen suits that felt rough to the touch and so unlike the feel of her present satin dress. She looked at the suit and selected a standard 3-piece suit before going on to select four white stached shirts with collars, and a pair of black leather brogue shoes. Socks and long johns, a long cotton vest, gloves and a hat completed the purchases. She paid the man 20 of her new money and he wrapped them up in brown paper and string so that she could carry them easily. Juliette suddenly felt uneasy this had been too easy. It was only a matter of time before she could go back to being Julian for good again. She smiled at the thought. However as she went out into the cold London night air, she found that there were no cabs to be had and the rain and sleet had started to fall heavily. With only a light jacket and a parasol, Juliette had little option but to take shelter back in the doorway of the shop clutching her purchases. Just as she did so, the man exited from the shop, dressed in a long warm coat and hat seemingly ready to lock up the shop. 'Oh my dear, you're still here?' He said looking concerned. 'Yes I can't seem to flag down a cab in all this rain and sleet,' said Juliette cursing her fragility again. 'Come back into the shop and stay warm while I get one for you,' he offered generously. 'You have been most kind sir,' said Juliette who gratefully went back into the shop. 'Well Miss you did spend money in my shop and it is the least I can do for a pretty young lady,' he said. He closed the door behind her and silently locked it. He went to a neighbouring tobacconist and bought some cigarettes pretending to look for a cab. Juliette walked about the warm but deserted shop looking at the wares on sale. A pair of dark blue trousers looked good and she was busy sizing them up when he walked back into the shop. 'There isn't a cab to be had and that's most unusual,' he said on his return. 'They would never fit you Miss now where do you live?' Juliette cleared her throat and stuttered out, 'Hampstead.' 'Oh that's fine I live nearby. I'm sure your parents will be unhappy to see such a young lady out in London on a bad night as this. I can't allow a young girl to go out unescorted with evil people such as Jack the Ripper about.' At that moment the rain hammered harder against the door of the shop. 'Oh dear, hail too,' said the man reacting to the noise. 'You wouldn't last 5 minutes in this weather you have no overcoat,' he said handing her a new raincoat from the display. Juliette silently cursed herself, her sisters were living just outside town at her Aunt's house and her parent's house was obviously boarded up while they were in Brazil. She had no home other than Marmion and this man was going to take her back again. Her escape had been thwarted again. 'It's all right,' she said trying to escape the kind man's assistance. As she looked outside, the wind picked up some more and the rain squalls looked inhospitable. 'Put this on, while I go and get my pony and trap from the rear of the shop, I'll just be a few minutes,' he said as he left closing the door. Juliette thought about changing into the male clothes while he was gone but he had relocked the door on his way out. She was locked in again and that surprised her. Juliette went back into the store and found a gas lamp. She lit it, and then sat down to wait his return. Her corset and dress she wore pressed tightly against her ribs but it was the feeling of hunger that made her feel most uncomfortable. However the corset made her sit with a straight back, as usual she never slouched while seated these days. A noise at the door followed by a cold gust of wind ended Juliette's thoughts and she moved towards the door as he re-entered covered in wet melting snow. He walked over to the gaslight and turned it down until it went out. So it was a little over 5 minutes later that Juliette found herself shivering in the trap beside the shopkeeper heading back towards Marmion. She might have male clothing in the parcel she hugged but being able to wear them was going to be another matter. 'Where are you going?' Asked Juliette as she saw the man not take the fork for Hampstead. 'I live that way.' 'Yes but I live this way,' he replied pointing in the direction of Paddington. 'Kindly stop here then and I will hail an omnibus,' replied Juliette trying to raise her voice above the howling wind and rain. She was already wet and cold. 'I'm cold and wet through and I live just along here,' he replied pointing and to emphasise the point he urged the horse forward to a trot. He drove straight into the garden of a large house and they went into a covered area where there was some respite from the rain and sleet at last. He quickly unhitched the steaming horse while Juliette stood under cover shivering with the cold. The horse was led into her warm stall for the night while the oil lamp above the door flickered. He gave the animal something to eat before opening the rear door of the house. 'Come with me,' he ordered, his mild manner suddenly changing and then he beckoned Juliette towards the house. It was quite dark inside the house and dimly lit outside from the street but Juliette was sure that it was a big house. On entering the scullery door, Juliette was struck by the lack of heating or lights inside. He quickly found and struck a match and turned up a gas lamp and then lit an oil lamp. 'There's some kindling in that box and newspapers over there, get a fire going and we can have a hot drink,' he ordered again pointing to the range at one end of the kitchen. 'You'll find coal in the scuttle.' 'Give me a moment or two outside, I'll be right back,' he said as he rushed outside the door and into the worsening weather again carrying the oil lamp this time to illuminate the way. Juliette removed her wet bonnet and taking the paper and wood she quickly built a fire and then lit it. The kettle was filled with water and laid on the hearth to boil while she added some coal to the blaze. Juliette found a dirty towel and dried off her face then removed the wet overcoat he had loaned her. The wind was gusting and rain hitting the windows confirmed that she would be staying some time at this man's house. Returning to the fire, Juliette carefully added more coal and could hear the coals crack as the heat built up. Looking around content that the fire would hold, Juliette could see the piles of dishes, cooking pots and plates in the sink and an equal pile of dirty laundry in a wicker basket alongside the sink. It was obvious that the house lacked a woman's touch. There was a second gaslight in the kitchen and reaching up, Juliette turned it on. The fire now had a good hold and steam was coming from the spout of the kettle. Rather than make tea, Juliette found a second oil lamp and on lighting it, Juliette ventured further into the dark house. The rooms beyond the kitchen had a damp musty smell and along the corridor she found what she took to be her host's bedroom. The oil lamp lighting the way easily but earily. She could see some dresses hanging in the open closet. Suddenly the back door slammed shut and her heart was in her mouth as she walked back to the kitchen. He shook his raincoat and then took it off. 'Everything is safe and sound outside,' he smiled and motioned to Juliette to sit down next to the range. 'I'm afraid it looks like it is on for the night,' he smiled again and then added, 'which means that I get some female company for a change.' 'Why can't you get me a cab or an omnibus home?' Asked Juliette annoyed at her vulnerability and gullibility for trusting him. He seemed nice and helpful. 'Yes perhaps later when the wind and rain dies down but right now, you might like to make yourself useful and help me make something to eat,' he replied before adding 'I won't be a moment.' He returned with a large dressing gown over his shoulders and slippers instead of his usual shoes. 'That's better,' he said undoing his tight collar and tie. 'I hate these starched collars,' he smiled again as he rubbed his chafed neck. Juliette took the opportunity to study him. He was in his mid-thirties with short balding hair, short neat sideburns and despite the late hour he had no discernible beard growth. He was tall at 5 foot 10 and quite slim, probably the legacy of living on his own. 'You can see that I fend for myself, so female company is always welcome. It's been like this since my mother passed away two months ago,' he said by way of an explanation for his solitary existence. 'I have the shop and that keeps me busy but I very rarely meet pretty young ladies such as yourself.' 'I'm sorry,' said Juliette. 'For what?' He asked. 'Oh the loss of your mother,' Juliette replied. 'I love my mother dearly and I know how you must miss her.' 'Miss her I do but not for the reasons you might think,' he said picking up the now boiling kettle and pouring it into the waiting teapot. 'Why what was that?' Asked Juliette wishing she wasn't so curious. 'Oh just she insisted that I deport myself in ways that affected me to this very day,' he replied mysteriously and then put the tea cosy over the open pot. Juliette found two clean china cups and saucers and laid them on the table and she started to pour the tea. As they drank they felt the warmth of the liquid inside them to join the radiated warmth from the growing fire. Juliette started to relax and tried to cross her legs but found her tight skirts prevented that. His jaw dropped at that movement as he easily crossed his legs and drank his tea. His pinkie turned out in an effeminate style that was picked up by Juliette. She slowly sipped at her cup feeling the chill disappear. Suddenly he spoke. 'You dress divinely Miss, you are also very pretty,' he said after draining his cup. Juliette blushed and then said, 'I have just realised that I don't even know your name yet.' 'It's Alex,' he replied taking Juliette's empty cup and setting it on the table. 'I'm feeling rather sleepy,' said Juliette suddenly feeling her eyes droop after he turned to face her again. 'I think I need to lie down.' 'Come with me,' said Alex supporting Juliette's lightweight frame. He easily carried Juliette upstairs to a large bedroom and as she lay down, Juliette was already asleep. Alex lit the fire to take away the damp chill air that pervaded the room. He helped the unconscious girl out of her dress and shoes, underskirts and eventually exposing her corset. He loosened her stays slightly and then caressed her growing breasts. 'Very nice,' he said, 'very nice indeed.' Juliette slept on undisturbed by his explorations of her body. 'Well I never,' he exclaimed as he drew down Juliette's pantaloons. He cupped the remnants of Juliette's testicles and laughed long and hard before going to a wardrobe and opening it up. Chapter 12 - Trapped. As Juliette lay in a drugged stupor, Leila was already afraid that Juliette was in trouble or had done something that she would regret later. At about 6:00pm she knocked on Colin's door. 'I'm worried that Juliette isn't home yet on such a night,' she said from the doorway. 'This is serious,' he replied suddenly concerned and jumping up from his chair where he had been studying for his University entrance exam, 'she could be anywhere, where did you see her last?' 'It would take too long to explain,' replied Leila, 'Do you know where Gordon Dewar lives in London?' 'He has a house in Holborn I believe,' said Colin buttoning up his waistcoat, 'let me ask father for his address.' 'All right,' said Leila, 'we must go and see him.' While Colin went off to see Sir Iain, Leila ordered a cab with the butler before going to get dressed in her warmest dress and coat. As she disrobed to change, there was a knock on the door from Colin. 'I'm sorry Miss Mitterand there are no cabs to be had, the weather is so bad,' said Colin behind the door, 'but father has agreed to let Jones hitch up the carriage to take us out.' 'Merci beaucoup,' said Leila finishing off her dressing with Yvette's aid. Within 30 minutes she was sitting in a cold carriage wrapped in a blanket heading towards Gordon Dewar's house. The horse's steel shod hooves slipping on the wet slushy cobbled streets. Meanwhile Juliette woke up to find that she was not alone in the room. There standing by the bed in the shadows was the shape of a woman in a skirt and blouse silhouetted by the dim oil lamp. 'Who are you?' Juliette asked alarmed and then discovered that her hands were tied behind her back and that most of her outer clothing was now gone. 'I'm your fairy godmother,' said the woman in a hoarse whisper that sounded strangely familiar. 'I'll be looking after you my dear.' 'Let me loose,' replied Juliette, 'I'll be missed.' 'That may be so but relax dearie, no-one knows you're here,' said the woman still in the shadows. Juliette tried to adjust her vision but the dimly lit room provided no opportunity for that until she stepped forward. When she sat down on the bed Juliette could at last see that it was Alex the shopkeeper who had kidnapped her. He was dressed up as a woman. 'Yes Juliette, you recognise me now don't you?' Alex said slowly in his usual voice. 'Unlike you I can never be pretty but I love the feel of women's clothes against my skin so that I can dress up like this for hours on end. 'You do?' 'Yes in many ways I am just like you,' said Alex. 'Like me?' Asked Juliette her mouth dropped. 'Yes I know that you are a boy in female clothes and I guessed right from the moment you stepped into my shop,' replied Alex lying. 'This bad weather has given me an ideal opportunity to kidnap you.' 'Kidnap?' Asked Juliette feeling her mouth go dry. 'Yes kidnap, you're in my mother's bedroom and I rather think that you will like living here. All her clothes will fit you and she my dear was the most feminine woman I have ever known until you came into my shop this evening. So you see I can't really permit you to dress as a man and tomorrow I'll just take your new male clothes back to the shop and resell them.' 'You can't keep me here against my will, I'll escape,' said Juliette beginning to get upset. 'Oh I can do anything I want,' replied Alex holding up a long chain and ankle shackle. 'This goes around your dainty ankle like so and this end can be attached to any suitable point. I don't think you will be leaving me anytime soon. Now will you?' 'No,' said Juliette sullenly as he demonstrated the security of his device to her. 'The chain is long enough to reach all parts of the house but sadly neither of the main outside doors. The windows are bolted shut and the shutters should stop any sounds escaping or anyone overhearing cries of help.' Juliette groaned inwardly her eyes wide open in terror and frustration. She was so close to being Julian again only for this to happen. She looked him over and surveyed him closely again. Despite the ill fitting wig, the long 1880's period style dress and a pearl choker necklace around his neck beneath it all he looked like a man in a dress. 'May I ask you a small favour?' Asked Juliette recovering her composure and without waiting for a reply she spoke again. 'I would like to do my toilet and some food would be good I haven't eaten for a while.' He eased up on his restrictions and released her hands and Juliette wearing only her corset and underclothes walked to the water closet. On her return there was a tray of hot food waiting including a bowl of vegetable broth and a bread roll. A cup of hot tea was waiting to wash it down. Eagerly she ate her supper and any thoughts of regretting her actions vanished as she gulped down the soup. Alex was busy sorting out some of his mother's clothes before waiting patiently for Juliette to finish eating. He moved the tray onto the dressing table when she was finished. Returning he commanded, 'stand up.' Juliette stood up and wiped her red lips and felt her empty stomach slowly accept the meal she had just swallowed. 'Arms up in the air,' he commanded again and Juliette grabbed hold of the lacing bar attached to the bed canopy. 'Good,' he said simply and he started to undo the stays on her corset. Juliette had hated wearing a corset but now as it was removed she felt stabbing pains in her back as her support disappeared. She now needed to wear one all the time or it hurt. However it was always a relief to be without one even for 5 minutes, however that didn't last long as he wrapped a longer and more severe looking plain garment in place of her own patterned one. Using a hand powered lacing machine, Alex brought Juliette's waist quickly down to 19 inches and then reduced it a little further. The length though was the something she never expected as it flattened her still growing breasts and hips. Juliette took shallow breaths but her rib cage was compressed unlike before and breathing was extremely difficult. However Alex's face was all smiles. 'Good I knew it would fit,' he said as the laces were finally tied off. Juliette felt the tightness in her ribs like never before. She really struggled for breath and she started taking short panting breaths, her bosom rising and falling rapidly. 'Very good Juliette, just like my dear Mama. She hated this corset too, especially when Papa laced her down to 16 inches and that's possible with you. Now stand a moment,' he ordered suddenly and he went over to the table to fetch his mother's clothes for Juliette to wear. First on was a long cotton underskirt that seemed impossibly tight around her thighs. 'I can't wear this, I will never be able to walk without falling,' Juliette bleated 'You can and will,' he replied with some authority as he pulled up two more fuller underskirts up to her waist before tying them in the rear. The final garment was a pale yellow velvet dress with a large bustle and short frilly elbow length sleeves in white Belgian lace. Juliette reluctantly stepped slowly forward and he gently eased it up past the underskirts and Juliette's compressed hips. He eased both her arms inside. It had a high neck also in frilly lace and velvet and moulded exactly to Juliette's new curves. He slowly did up the dozens of small buttons in the rear. As each one was fastened the dress slowly moulded to her figure. As each one was fastened, Juliette began to feel more and more confined until she noticed that the collar held her neck erect and she could no longer move it as before. He took some pearl drop earrings and inserted them in Juliette's ear lobes. A three strand pearl choker necklace was next and Juliette thought that he would be satisfied now. She was wrong of course. He walked to a drawer and pulled out a wide leather belt and he buckled it up tightly so Juliette couldn't reach it behind her back. 'Dear God,' though Juliette as she took her first tentative steps in the bedroom. Her waist was slim, no visible bust and a bustle in the rear that did nothing to ease the tightness in her legs. The underskirt restricted her steps to no more than 12" at most. 'No woman ever wore fashions such as these,' said Juliette holding her waist in disbelief and almost gaining her breath. 'Yes you're right,' said Alex smiling and he clipped a lead to the belt a