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This is an updated version of this story that follows the fortunes of a young boy who is cruelly tortured by two wicked women during the closing stages of Queen Victoria's reign in 1898. This story was known as Aunt Roberta's Ward but someone with a similar storyline has objected and it has been changed to the more appropriate title of The Inheritance. I have taken the opportunity to clean up the story, removing many grammatical and spelling mistakes. Elaine E-mail: [email protected] The Inheritance By Elaine Chapter 1: Arriving. The drive from the coast had not taken as long as he'd thought. The two mares and carriage had covered the distance from Berwick Railway station in good time. On the way he'd wondered what he would find at his new home in the Scottish Borders. The house was a large mansion house set in the lower slopes of the Lammermuir Hills that he'd heard all about from his father. On their arrival the horses sensing home snorted and kicked at the gravel impatiently with their hooves as they waited for the old gatekeeper to come out and slowly open the large ornate cast iron gates wide. As the driver flicked his whip to start the horses into motion again, Lewis could at last look out onto the vast lawn that stretched out in front of him. 'I wonder if I am I going to like it here,' thought the young 14- year-old who faced an uncertain future as he looked in awe out of the window. As Lewis caught his first sight of the large family ancestral home of Winton House he could hear his father's description of the dark rooms and the huge grounds coming to life. The coach crunched along over the wide decorative drive paved with Lanark red chips. On the edges of the expansive lawns there were stone posts that seamed to indicate the length of the long drive. As the coach and horses walked up the driveway it led to a large oval area outside the front of the house. Made of weathered smooth red and yellow sandstone, the house was large and in the middle of the front lawn there were several mature beech trees and he smiled when he saw several red squirrels running around collecting the beechnuts. He marvelled at the ornate pointed stonework, the large patio and the grand double stairs leading up to the front door. The carriage stopped on the large courtyard area in front of the building and Lewis eagerly stepped down for the first time onto Scottish soil. 'This place is enormous, there must be forty bedrooms here,' thought Lewis as he looked at his surroundings. Lewis's mind flashed back to the past 6 months that had brought him to this spot in the world. Homeless and now without any family he'd made his way from India where his family had died in some terrible plague. His father's regimental commanding officer had made arrangements for him to be sent home to his next of kin; Miss Roberta Hamilton, his father's elder sister who stayed in the big house that was The Hamilton family had long been one of the biggest landowners in the area with several thousand acres on the southern slopes of the desolate sheep country of the Lammermuirs. Their income had come from sheep, grouse shooting, fishing, forestry and arable farming. The estate was no longer actively managed like before with much of the estate rented to tenant farmers. The annual income though was still considerable and Lewis expected that he would ultimately come to inherit this vast estate. Lewis had not travelled alone from India; his mother's maid, Helen had accompanied him. Lewis being a young gentleman helped the young girl from the carriage despite her lowly station. The two had struck up a close friendship on the long journey back from the Indian frontier to Scotland. Helen stepped daintily onto the deep red gravel on the driveway with Lewis's assistance and was also surprised to see the size of the building that stretched before her. "To think that your late father gave all this up to join the army," she whispered to Lewis. "Your poor late mother had something to do with it, I'm sure it's because she never saw eye to eye with your Aunt," she continued. At that point Helen's words stopped as she caught a glimpse of the woman she expected to be Lewis's Aunt Roberta. She was walking carefully down the wide steps onto the patio landing with her floor length, tight skirts held up by her long white hand. "That's your Aunt Roberta, your father's older sister, and she stayed here to look after your grandparents, and now that they've died she just lives here alone with just a female companion. When we were in India, I heard that she was always unhappy and isolated here. I don't know if she's ever had a husband either," said Helen. "She looks very unhappy," said Lewis. "Maybe I can cheer her up a little." Some servants descended the worn stone steps to greet young Lewis's arrival. Two young handsome footmen bowed and stepped forward to help with the luggage from the carriage while Lewis stared at the face that stared ominously back at him. His aunt stood taking in the view before her and then turned away to go back indoors. As she turned, she elegantly raised a thin white hand to replace a strand of greying brown long hair back into place after the autumn breeze had pulled it out. Lewis caught sight her features harsh and unsmiling as she walked. "She looks a real old battleaxe," whispered Lewis to Helen. He then bounded up the stairs towards the front door and followed her inside leaving the men to carry his few possessions up the stairs with Helen. Once inside he was ushered into the drawing room where his aunt was staring out of the window. "Now then young man, I hope you are well," she asked without taking her eyes off the hills in the distance. Then she turned and Lewis was able to study her closely. The face he knew but he took in her swan-like neck around which was wrapped a stiff black collar highlighted by a beautiful cameo brooch. Although he smiled at her as he approached she seemed to look past him into another time and place. She seemed not to accept his presence as he walked towards her. Instead of being confident, she nervously put both her arms under her small bosom and then realising that wasn't seemly put her hands down onto her hips where they accentuated her incredibly small waist. She wore in a figure hugging ruby red dress that showed she was in keeping with the latest London fashions. The skirt certainly looked narrow and restrictive with only the tips of well polished laced boots showing out from the hem. Lewis heard Helen's footsteps beside him and she spoke first, "Ma'am this is Master Lewis, your late brother's son." "So I see I'm your Aunt Roberta," she replied curtly, "You will find this place much more difficult than the easy life of the East Indies." "With respect Aunt the life in India was anything but easy, as the loss of my dear family testifies. I'm very pleased to meet you, having heard very little about you from my late dear father." He said quietly and nervously holding out his hand in the hope that his Aunt would accept it. Instead she continued to hold her hands on her hips and stood before him tall and straighter than ever. "Before you stay at this house I want it to be known from the outset that anything other than exemplary behaviour will be punished severely. I have just come out of mourning for a dear friend and I will not tolerate rumbustious behaviour from young people. Do I make myself clear? "Yes Aunt Roberta," he said pulling his hand back disappointed in her negative stance. "I repeat I will have no outrageous behaviour here. If you can behave then we will tolerate each other's presence eventually. In any event, since you are my brother's son, I will give you shelter and food provided you obey me implicitly. Do you understand?" "Yes Aunt Roberta," he replied simply feeling let down and stunned by her attitude. He'd half expected that his closest relative in the world would have given him a warmer welcome given his recent double loss of his parents. She looked like she wanted a better response than that from him so he added. "Th-thank you!" He stammered tentatively. "Did you know that your father eloped when he met your mother?" "No Aunt." He replied. "Yes he gave all this up," she said waving her hand in the air before replacing it on her hip. "He left me to look after this estate on my own and it hasn't been easy. You may not realise this but your father married beneath himself. He should never have left here and joined the army, I hope that you don't carry the unsavoury traits of your family," she continued. Lewis, was angry at these adverse comments about his parents and already secretly hated his new found relative. He hunched up his shoulders and shrugged as if to say it wasn't his fault. That incensed his aunt further who shouted. "Your father was in the army, but it seems the military didn't rub off on you did it? Did you ever watch the soldiers stand to attention?" "Yes Aunt Roberta, I did," he said feeling intimidated straightening his shoulders as best as he could only for her to shake her head at his efforts. "I have engaged a governess for you and I hope that you will learn to take orders from her at all times so that you will complete your education. She must be obeyed at all times." Lewis felt timid in the midst of this strict femininity and he looked at Helen for support. This didn't go unnoticed to his Aunt. "You are?" she asked Helen. "My name is Helen Yule Ma'am," she replied and then curtseying. "What was your position in Calcutta Helen?" "I was the personal maid to Mrs Hamilton, Master Lewis's mother," she said confidently. "I have no need of a personal maid but I'm sure that the Butler James will find you something to do, so report to him," she said dismissing the young woman. "Yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am." Helen replied feeling grateful she at least had employment. "I will introduce you to your Governess now," said his Aunt. "Follow me." As his Aunt minced along in her tight skirts, Lewis following close behind was able to watch her move and wondered what possessed her to dress in such a ridiculous restrictive fashion. Women wore tight skirts and corsets during this period but this costume bordered on the eccentric. On entering the hallway, he went ahead and bounded up the stairs two at a time and was immediately scolded by his Aunt who had to negotiate each step carefully holding her skirt hem with both hands for fear of tripping. "If I catch you running in the house again, you will be severely reprimanded," she cried from midway up the grand curving staircase just as he reached the top. He waited for her and extended his hand that she declined and they soon entered what appeared to be a large children's nursery with a rocking horse, various toys including balls and dolls. There was a large doll's house near the window. "This is Lewis," his Aunt said to the woman, "this is your new governess, Miss Jane Renton." "I am pleased to make your acquaintance Miss Renton," he said bowing slightly. "I am pleased that we meet at last Lewis. I hope that you will learn to behave and not be disobedient while I try to complete your education," she replied from the comfort of her chair. "Your Aunt has told me of your recent loss, however I want you to put that in the past and to give me your complete obedience at all times. Any insolent or bad behaviour will be severely punished. You will I fear find me very strict on the subject of bad behaviour." "Yes Miss Renton," said Lewis who cast his eyes over her quickly. She was in her early twenties and had a country air about her as though she had been brought up on a farm. Her ruddy cheeks giving some indication of some previous outdoor country girl existence. That was in the past though because now she looked every inch a lady with a figure to match. Her impressive breasts were enhanced by what was another slender corseted waist. Her dress in contrast to Aunt Roberta was cream in colour with lace embroidery hiding her well-developed chest. She wore a tight six-strand pearl necklace choker that kept her head erect and she played with a long single strand that ended in her lap. She wore dainty high heel shoes that peeked out of her equally restrictive skirts. Like Aunt Roberta she looked rigid, held no doubt by the confines of a tight corset that must have gone from her chest to the top of her thighs. The combination of the tight dress, waist and the small bustle proved to be irresistible to Lewis who stared at the figure before him. "It's rude to stare Lewis, I will not tolerate that sort of behaviour in my presence," Miss Renton suddenly surprising him with the strict tone of her voice. "In future, you'll only speak when you have been given permission or if you are asked a direct question," she replied again raising the tone of her voice. She looked at Aunt Roberta who smiled with approval. Lewis was about to reply but then stayed silent. "Good. If you wish to speak you may raise your hand and wait until I have given permission. Now I am sure you must be tired after your journey and I will show you to your bedroom." Lewis meekly followed already hating both women and secretly vowing to have some fun before the day was out. They led him into the room adjoining the nursery and it was of obvious feminine appearance with pink walls and curtains and frilly bedclothes and on it there was a frilly satin nightshirt. Lewis was surprised to be led into this bright gaily-painted room and decided that some mistake had been made. Remembering he raised his hand and on seeing this, Miss Renton and gave him permission to speak. "Please Miss Renton, this is a girl's bedroom, I cannot sleep in here," he said politely. However Miss Renton and his Aunt had other ideas and informed him that this would be his bedroom from now on because it was so close to both the nursery that would become his classroom and to his Aunt's private rooms. At last they left him alone after showing him around the room. In the two large wardrobes there were many pretty dresses and many pairs of female shoes on the floor. The large chest of drawers, he discovered contained many items of female lingerie. He began to unpack his trunk when there was a small knock at the door. He opened it and was delighted to find Helen, dressed now in a crisp, new maid's uniform, her waist now much thinner in keeping with the rest of the household and she quickly said. "Lewis I have been told to help you settle in and to escort you around the building. I have been kept on as a maid on this floor so we will see a lot of each other." "That's wonderful come on in," he whispered. He closed the door and hugged and kissed her close. On the long journey they had become very close and he was genuinely pleased to see her again. "Master Lewis, you must not do that again, if your Aunt suspects that you and I are this close, I will be dismissed from her service." "I just wanted to show that you are still my closest friend and that I just want to remain your friend," he said. "That's good, I like that but please no more displays of affection or I will be banished from here, " Helen said anxiously moving her large eyes. With that the two friends went exploring around the great house. They looked in all the rooms to find that most of them were covered with dustsheets or were empty. Some though were still being used and Lewis was relieved to find the dining room because he was famished. They continued the tour and found a small room along the corridor from Lewis's bedroom. However this was locked and they were unable to gain entry. On their way back to his bedroom, Lewis ignored his previous instructions and ran back the last 20 yards to his room and crashed straight into Miss Renton who was stepping out with some of his clothes. Walking on her high heels and her hands full, she was unable to keep her balance and fell awkwardly to the ground, landing in a heap at his feet. Lewis promptly helped to get back on her feet but the damage was done. She demanded he get back inside his bedroom and remove his trousers. He did and then she returned with a cane complete with curved handle, so commonly used by teachers for instilling discipline at that time. "Please bend over that chair," she commanded pointing at the chair beside the dressing table. "Please Miss Renton it was an accident, please don't beat me," he pleaded without success. "I'm sorry Lewis but you were told not to run in the house and that is what you were doing. If you hadn't done that, this punishment wouldn't be necessary would it?" She continued. "Now bend over or it will be worse for you." Soon Lewis's bottom was tender from the six strokes of the cane he received. Miss Renton inflicting great pain on his rear despite her small stature. Lewis stifled back the tears in an attempt to show some manliness. Not impressed by this stiff upper lip, Miss Renton said, "Go ahead and cry, I know it must be hurting. Your Aunt wants you to dress for dinner, I have your suit here," she said pointing to the blue velvet suit with lace shirt on the bed. Lewis rubbing his rear went over to it and then looked dismayed. Remembering the rule he raised his hand and Miss Renton gave permission for him to speak. "Why do I have to wear these clothes?" He asked. "Because your Aunt has instructed that you wear them, do not dawdle and get changed," she replied. "But this looks like something a sissy would wear, I have my own clothes that came from India," he replied. "Can't I wear them?" "Your Aunt has ordered that you wear only what she provides, all your own clothes are to be burnt because she fears that they may be harbouring some of the infection. I am afraid; you are to be dressed the way she wishes from now on. Helen would you help prepare a bath, use the special bath salts you'll find in there." Helen scurried away to prepare Lewis's bath and Miss Renton said. "Please take all your clothes off Lewis and place them on that chair." Lewis reluctantly decided that he had no option and started removing his tweed jacket, his plus fours and his detachable stiff collar and shirt. He was still in his long johns and vest when Helen came back in to say that his bath was nearly ready. Helen ushered him through and helped him into the steaming bath that smelled strongly of lavender from the bath salts. Miss Renton watched as Lewis soaped himself and washed all his smooth hairless body. Helen then started to wet his hair and then to wash it. His hair was long for a boy at that time and had not been washed or cut for some time. Because he had not washed his hair, it was greasy and he was able to conceal its long length somewhat. Helen commented, "Master Lewis you should be ashamed your hair is in a terrible condition, this wash should really help." She took the big bar of sweet smelling soap and started to give his hair a much needed clean. He yelled when the soap went into his eyes and was reprimanded by Miss Renton. "You are such a baby Lewis, I swear you should have been a girl." When that was done he was given a liberal sprinkling of lavender scented talcum powder and was led back into the bedroom where he started sneezing. Miss Renton though never eased off and soon the two women started his dressing for dinner. First on was a pale blue silk undershirt with lace trimmings followed with a creamy coloured cotton blouse that had rounded collars in a most female style. Next came a dark blue velvet jacket while on his legs, a pair of thin knee high cotton stockings were rolled up his legs. Garters were placed at the top and concealed within the stocking to hold them up. He could feel the garters biting into his legs just under his knee but he didn't complain. He reckoned that he would have them rolled down at his ankles shortly anyhow. Up his legs they then drew up a short pair of matching knee length blue velvet trousers that were pulled up to his waist and were then tied tightly with a contrasting red velvet sash. The final indignity was a pair of slip on shoes with a gold buckle. These shoes had a 2" high square heel and were dark brown. He stepped into them and although they were a little tight he found he was able to walk in them using smaller steps. "There now, you are sweet smelling, clean and almost presentable for dinner," said Miss Renton. "What do you say?" "Thank you, Miss Renton," he said but he felt very odd dressed the way he was. "Be on your best behaviour, your Aunt is looking for the slightest sign of trouble from you and if that happens you will be severely punished. That's a warning you cannot afford to ignore," said Miss Renton. Wisely refusing to speak until she offered. Lewis nodded his head several times. "One final touch, we have forgotten," said Helen who smiled and pinned a small red carnation to the collar of his jacket Miss Renton then took a hairbrush from the dressing table and swiftly brushed his hair several times until it shone. She looked at him closely and then decided to back brush it slightly before doing it again in the normal direction. "You have such pretty hair," said Miss Renton. "It is almost long enough to be styled like a girl." Taking a hoop she tied it into a ponytail much to the horror of the boy. "Right now you are ready," she said. Lewis definitely felt ill at ease, these clothes and hairstyle gave him a less than masculine appearance, he still thought that he was obviously a boy but somehow in his eyes he looked ridiculous when he caught a glimpse of himself in the dressing table mirror. He walked behind Miss Renton as they made their way to the dining room. He marvelled at her fine scarlet coloured, velvet evening dress and her dramatically shaped waist. Her skirts afforded her only limited movement and she walked quickly despite the short steps that her dress allowed. At last he entered the great dining room and was shown to his seat by one of the servants. He stood waiting patiently until both his Aunt and Miss Renton were seated before taking his own seat. Neither woman made any comment on his manners. While his elders were dining on Scotch broth and braised steak, Lewis was somewhat disappointed to find that his fare was less substantial with a plate of thin onion soup followed by a single slice of roast chicken, a few potatoes and some green salad. He also had a cup of some evil tasting herbal tea to drink instead of his favourite Ceylon tea. Like most growing boys Lewis liked eating and decided to ask a question. He raised his hand. "Yes Lewis," said Miss Renton. "Please Miss Renton, why can't I have the same to eat as you? I don't like salads." "Because Lewis I think that you need to lose a little weight, you seem to have gained a little puppy fat on the long journey and that needs removing," said Miss Renton. His Aunt just continued eating. Lewis continued eating in silence. He was quickly finished while the ladies continued picking at their food taking small bites and eating slowly. In the event neither lady finished her meal leaving copious amounts on their plates that Lewis would have devoured given the chance. He was told to drink his tea that they said would help improve his health. After the meal, Lewis still tasting the bitter brew on his tongue was taken back to his room by Miss Renton who helped strip off his clothes and then put on a satin nightdress. It was open at the neck with ornate patterns over his chest area. The chest area he noted had room for expansion and it had long sleeves that buttoned at the cuff while it was long enough to reach the ground. He was about to raise his hand, when Miss Renton spoke. "From now on you will be wearing silk and satin night gowns to bed, they are so much warmer and nicer than silly cotton pyjamas." He raised his hand. "You may speak Lewis," she said. "But I never usually wear anything to bed. In India it was too hot, I like sleeping that way now," said Lewis who caught Miss Renton wearing a frown. "How disgraceful," she cried. "That sort of behaviour will cease and will not be tolerated here." He nodded. Lewis was determined to remove the smooth nightdress as soon as his governess had left the room. She took out his ponytail and then quickly brushed out his hair. "In a few days, we will see about putting some curls in that lovely long hair of yours," she remarked softly before turning her voice sharply, "now get into bed." She turned down the oil lamps and left the room leaving Lewis alone in the dark with his own thoughts for the first time since he arrived. He decided to ditch the nightdress straight away and quickly divested himself of it in an act of rebellion, throwing it on the floor. He got up and walked to his trunk where his cotton pyjamas were kept and was astonished to find that it was empty. His other smaller trunk was also empty. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he looked in the wardrobes and drawers he could find nothing remaining of his old clothing. Only dresses, skirts and more dresses. Lewis was too tired to look any further and went back to his bed dreading to think what he would be wearing if all his clothes had been destroyed. Slipping between the cool cotton sheets his long day started to tell and he soon fell fast asleep. Chapter 2: A Bad Boy He awoke as the light streamed in through the open window to signify a new day. It was late September and dawn broke at about 6:30 am. Though he had no idea it was that early, he got up and looked around his new room. His search confirmed his worst fears that there was not a stitch of his own clothing left in the room. He got up and went to the water closet and found that he was cold. He reluctantly put on the nightdress again to keep warm and then sat down in front of the window and looked out. He caught sight of his reflection in the window as he watched the sun slowly rise above the horizon. His long straight hair, he decided was in desperate need of being cut as it hung around his face. The emerging sight of the hills and woodland landscape below filled him with joy as he longed to get out and explore the area like all boys love to do. His reverie was broken when he heard the door opening behind him. It was his maid Helen who held in her hands what was to be his outfit for the day. It turned out to be a white sailor suit complete with a ribbon covered straw hat and short cotton trousers. She also had a white blouse and a white silk vest. "Good morning, Lewis," she said. "Good morning," he replied suddenly happy at seeing the pretty little maid who he now considered to be his closest friend. She rushed over to him and put her hands through his now soft long hair and said, "I like your hair now it's clean, though it's a little long for a boy. It does look soft though and much less formal than most men wear it." They were chatting quickly about their long journey together and their happier times in India. Helen had always liked the young boy and she was very keen to ensure that no harm befell him. "I hope that we can remain friends," she said. "Right now it seems you are the only friend I have," he said honestly. "Please do not become beastly to me like Miss Renton or my Aunt." "You know I care deeply about you, but I will have to follow orders just like you," she replied. "I'm just happy that we can still be together. I had thought that we would be kept apart and I'm happy I will be with you most days." "Me too," he said and he reached over and kissed her tenderly on the cheek. "Master Lewis!" she said sounding shocked. "You must not do that! There would be the devil to pay if we are caught." "I notice that your waist is much thinner now, does it hurt to have a waist so small?" He asked in a concerned tone. "It did yesterday but it's not so bad today. Your Aunt insists that all her female servants wear their corsets tight and I'm to be no exception. The Housekeeper has given me instructions to get my waist down to 20" by the end of this year. I'm only 22" now so it's going to be difficult." "How do you move? How do you breathe? How can you do anything?" He asked concerned remembering the tight stays his own mother wore. "With great difficulty, but it does add something to my figure, don't you think?" she replied sounding pleased at the way her waist dipped in. "I suppose so," he said holding her by the waist and kissing her again. His penis began to get erect, a fact not unnoticed by the pretty maid. "Master Lewis, please control yourself," Helen cried. Obviously flattered that despite her lowly station he still found her attractive. "I can't," he declared, "I've always found you very pretty." "If you do not behave, I'll not be allowed to stay here in service," she reminded him but was obviously very flattered. "I would like to make love to you," he declared suddenly. "We can't, you're just a boy, your voice hasn't even broken yet," she added. Suddenly she gave him a peck on the cheek back and playfully slapped his bare behind. "Come on we have to get you dressed." Suddenly their early morning chat was abruptly interrupted by the appearance of Miss Renton who was wearing an oppressive black dress. She glanced at both to silence any further conversation. "Now today, is the first day of your education, we will start slowly and carefully. If there is anything that you do not understand then please let me know," the governess stated simply and continued. "Any infringements or bad behaviour will be punished no matter how slight, is that clear?" "Yes Miss Renton," Lewis whispered. "Get cleaned up and Helen here will help you get into your new clothes," she added. Lewis felt a bit self-conscious wearing the long satin nightdress as he walked to the bathroom and wondered what Helen must think of him for wearing such a feminine garment. He did his business and began to wash. He was interrupted in his teeth brushing by both Helen and Miss Renton entering. They quickly robbed him of his covering and the two women who worked silently quickly dressed him. The first item was not unlike a girl's chemise made of silk. It fitted him loosely and this was followed by another loose fitting lilac coloured blouse. The top of the sailor suit was fitted next while Helen asked him to raise his legs while she rolled a cream coloured cotton stocking up each one. A pair of silk pantaloons were then pulled on and they fitted loosely about his crotch. The cold room had already shrivelled up his testicles and penis against his lower abdomen. The final item though was the most shocking to his senses as they fitted a pair of matching culottes to his slim waist. The appearance was not unlike a skirt. "Why do I have to wear such girlish clothes? I'm a boy," he suddenly said. "Who gave you permission to speak?" Shouted Miss Renton such that Helen who had returned to tidying up in the bedroom could hear her clearly. "I am sorry," he said and he raised his arm. "The damage is done, I warned you about this, put on your shoes and fasten the buckles and come with me," the young woman was obviously very angry. She led him outside to his room and then to his Aunt's living room where she was sitting reading the morning newspaper. She was sitting without slouching, her back not touching the back of the chair. Miss Renton waited until Aunt Roberta gave her consent to speak and then told what had happened. "I see, you know you must not speak without asking permission, what have you to say for yourself?" His Aunt said addressing the boy. "I did not mean to cause offence, Aunt. It is just that I feel that these clothes are not suitable for me. They give me the appearance of girl but I am not. I am a boy," said an obviously concerned Lewis. However his Aunt calmed him by agreeing. "Yes Lewis, you are correct these are feminine garments. They are all we have, because your clothes had to be destroyed. I did not want you to wear those clothes from India a minute longer as they may have contained traces of the disease that killed your parents. So you see the clothes you are wearing are necessary." "It will be some time until I can get to Edinburgh to buy some new clothes, so I suggest you put up with this for the time being," she added. "Don't any of the servants have anything that would fit me?" He asked. "Servants clothes! I will not have you dressing in servants clothes!" She said truly stunned by what he had said. "Now before I become really angry, go and have breakfast and obey all of Miss Renton's commands without question. She has some important lessons for you." Lewis munched on his bowl of porridge and sipped another cup of that revolting herbal brew wondering where all this humiliation would end. He was soon to find out. Chapter 3: The Schooling Begins After breakfast, he was led back to the nursery that had been converted into a classroom with the simple addition of a single desk and chair in front of a large pedestal style blackboard. For the next three hours the Lewis was grilled over his understanding of the Scottish education system's adopted three R's (Reading, Writing and Arithmetic). Miss Renton was forced to come to the conclusion that although he was intelligent his knowledge was not as good as it should or could be. He was allowed a break and given a light lunch with his usual herbal tea before Miss Renton continued again in the afternoon when she started to give him basic tuition in writing. At about two they had another break when Miss Renton decided that he should have his hair washed and styled. He was led back to his bedroom where Helen was waiting. His hair was washed again and the maid started working on his hair. Rather than give him the severe haircut he had expected, Helen started to layer his hair taking his hair in sections and trimming the split ends that he had in abundance. When she had finished he was then shocked to find her apply a whole set of hair rollers with special attention given to the front of his head. "There now, you are finished, come back in a couple of hours and I will remove them," Helen said applying a hair net before curtseying with a smile concealed by her hand. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Lewis headed back to the classroom with an extra thin scarf tied under his chin. He found it difficult to concentrate on his lessons as his hair started to dry. Miss Renton pursued any sign of absent-mindedness and he was asked to write the letters of the alphabet again and again. He was finally given simple arithmetic exercises to do until 4:00pm. All this time, Lewis marvelled at how Miss Renton could stand to attention in her severe skirts and corset while Lewis was beginning to curse the tightness on his legs of the garters holding up his stockings. Allowed out at precisely 4:00pm he went back to his bedroom, and he found Helen was waiting to remove his hair curlers. She quickly got to work and he soon had a glorious head of curly hair. After she'd brushed and styled it, he got up and just flopped down on his bed. He noticed the nightdress hanging up again beside his four-poster bed. He also noticed that it was turning into a fine warm sunny evening after an overcast day of mist and fine drizzle. He quickly decided to go exploring outside despite being dressed the way he was. He pushed his socks down to his ankles and rubbed the back of his legs where the garters had cut in and left a mark. He headed quietly and quickly down the stairs. He exited the house via a side door and went into the large ornamental garden. He could see some men working about 100 yards on his left cutting a large juniper hedge but he walked quickly down a gravel path towards a door in the middle of a high wall. He tried the door and was relieved to find it open. The door immediately gave access to the surrounding countryside. A narrow muddy path stretched out before him and despite the late evening sunshine, Lewis decided to walk briskly to keep warm in his thin clothes. Lewis could hear his shoes squelching underneath his feet; his smooth leather soled shoes were not providing much grip in the gooey mud. He was slowly but surely becoming spattered. However it was not until he came to the burn (a small stream) that he came to grief. Letting his youthful enthusiasm get the better of him, Lewis jumped from the path to the side of the water. While he was expecting a solid piece of ground. He was disappointed to find that he sank right up to his knees in black peaty mud. Trying to pull himself free, he lost one shoe and most of his clothes were now completely covered in the clinging smelly stuff. He extricated his shoe and managed to get back to the path but he was now in a fine old mess and was dreading his return back to the house. It would be dark in an hour's time so he decided to press on with his exploration. Meanwhile notified by the gardener of his departure through the gate, his Aunt was monitoring his activities and progress from the house using a large telescope that came into the family from the Napoleonic Wars. She could see quite clearly that he was in a mess but made no attempt to get him back. Lewis's attitude hardened when he realised the damage was done. He climbed trees made green with the day long rain; he climbed fences and ripped his clothes on the barbed wire. His face and hands were dirty but he was happy. He was keen to show that he was a boy and hang the consequences. Just before the sun dipped back below the horizon and the light started to fade, he decided that it might make sense to get back and try and clean up before supper. He quickly made his way back to the gate in the wall only to find it locked. The wall was high and had shards of broken glass on the top, so the he was left with no alternative but to go back to the main gates of the estate. This involved a long hike along the side of the wall through some dense undergrowth and back along the road until he came to the main gates. It was almost dark when he knocked on the door of the gatehouse and was answered by an old smiling man who seemed to be still eating. "I am sorry to disturb you, I was wondering if you could let me in please," said Lewis watching the old man continue to swallow his chewed food. "And who may you be that you require entry dressed and looking like that?" The gatekeeper asked referring to Lewis's soiled, dirty and androgynous dress. "I am the future heir of this estate, sir," said Lewis disappointed that the man did not recognise him. "Oh yes and I'm the lady of the house," the old man sneered, "now be off with you." At that moment, his frustration was relieved when he saw the sight of Miss Renton marching down the drive walking as quickly as her black dress would allow. She had a face like thunder and it was obvious that Lewis was the centre of her wrath. She shouted loudly from 50 yards to avoid the strain of taking those additional steps, "Gatekeeper let Louise in, immediately." "At once miss," he shouted back. Lewis was quickly inside and started walking back up the long drive. It wasn't the fact that he had just walked over 3 miles that made him walk slowly to Miss Renton who was standing before him with her hands on her slender hips. It was the look on her face and the small horsewhip she held in both hands that made him go slowly towards her. When he was within a few feet, he stopped and bowed his head much a like a dog does when he is being scolded. "Where have you been? You naughty child, you have been so naughty I have had strict instructions from your Aunt to punish you so severely so that you will never ever do that again," she said spitting venom with each word. "What do you intend to do? You won't use that whip on me will you?" He replied. "No the whip is too good for you, get back up to the house and wait for me in your room. Do not dawdle," she said as he started to walk away from her. When he was about ten yards ahead, she shouted another instruction. "Get stripped and get into a hot bath." On the way back, Lewis looked over his shoulder at the slowly disappearing Miss Renton and was happy that she could not keep up with him. He was not so happy though when he saw the equally grim faced features of his Aunt waiting for him by the top of the patio stairs. "You have a lot to learn about manners and responsibility I think," she said with no hint of a smile. "If you think we have been hard on you these past two days, you are about to see what hard really means. You will I'm sure come to regret this evening's foolish behaviour. Now get to your room and wait for Miss Renton and myself. We will attend to you shortly." Chapter 4: Punishments Lewis ran back to his room and quickly shed his mud-covered clothes. He noticed that they were now badly soiled and he was genuinely pleased that he would never be able to wear them again. He put them in a large straw laundry basket and started to draw his bath. He put in some bath salts to conceal the sweat and putrid peaty smell that still clung to his legs and arms. He scrubbed himself clean and washed his hair. He was quite startled to find both his Aunt and Miss Renton standing watching him when he had finished. He dried himself using the big towel that was hanging up and went through with both women to the bedroom holding it in front of him in a small show of modesty. Both women were in determined mood and it was clear that they were angry with Lewis for his little escapade. "Stand now Lewis," shouted his Aunt loudly as he sat on the bed. "You have been a very bad, so bad that I will not allow any recurrence, is that clear?" "Yes Aunt Roberta," said Lewis his mouth dry. "I'm sorry." "You have ruined an expensive set of clothes. You go missing without telling anyone where you have gone and despite your declarations to the contrary, you show little remorse or any feeling of contrition," she said with venom in her mouth. "Miss Renton and I have come to the conclusion that you will have to be tamed." "Why? I'm sorry that you're both angry at me, it won't happen again," said Lewis seizing a chance to get in a sentence as his Aunt drew in a shallow breath. "You're right it will not happen again and starting from today we will make sure of it. Miss Renton and I have decided that from today that you will become Louise. Henceforth you will dress and act as a girl at all times until we decide that you can be trusted again." Lewis's mouth opened wide and he tried to speak but was interrupted by Miss Renton. "You will dress and deport yourself as a girl from now on. You will become Miss Louise Hamilton until we say otherwise," she reinforced. The words almost failed to emerge from his mouth. He was stunned as Miss Renton directed him to the clothes that lay on the bed. "I will not wear such clothing," he cried. "I'm a boy not a girl, my name is Lewis not Louise," he said as tears started to stream down his face. The realisation that these women were going to have their way suddenly hit him hard and he was visibly upset. "Stop crying," said his Aunt. "You are acting just like a little girl!" "Not yet but he soon will be," added Miss Renton holding up a pair of silk pantaloons that were soon pulled up his legs. "Tell me, Louise, have you ever worn a corset?" Lewis said snivelling. "No, Aunt Roberta, never. Please don't call me Louise!" Aunt Roberta's nostrils flared and her lips became even thinner at that last remark. "Well you had better get used to both because you will be called Louise and you will be wearing one all the time now. That will stop your wandering away from here." "But Aunt I am a boy, boys don't wear corsets," said Lewis in a pleading whining tone in between a whole host of tears. "After today, you lost the right to be a boy. From now on you'll be my niece Louise, is that clear now?" Asked Aunt Roberta. "No!" His Aunt came over and looked straight into his tear stained eyes, holding his chin. "Oh but yes. I will not have you acting like an uncommon lout; you will be dressed and trained to act like a young lady from now on. There will be no more discussion," she said and Lewis could see that she meant it. With that she carefully wrapped the corset around his quivering frame and did up the front facing hooks on the busk. He was quickly turned and the pair started tugging hard on the laces at his rear. Lewis being a smallish boy already had a 26" waist and soon the women's efforts brought that down by three inches. "There now, that is just the start," his Aunt told him. "You will be corseted 24 hours a day from now on and that should calm your wayward spirit. Soon we will start your waist training in earnest and you will be able to wear the prettiest dresses now." Lewis had no way to reply, the corset was biting into him hard and he could only take shallow breaths as his body continued to adjust to the constriction. "Please Aunt," He eventually managed. "I don't like this." "You should have thought of that when you decided to act like a silly little boy. Well I can assure you that those boyish days are over now. Tomorrow Miss Renton has my permission to begin giving you lessons in the female graces." "But Aunt, please I promise I'll be good, I wont do it again." He whined again but it was having no effect. His Aunt was determined, "I'm sorry Louise, my mind is made up, you have had the chance now it is over." "Aunt I'll not be bad again, I promise, I promise," cried Lewis still pleading and when it became apparent that this was having no effect on either lady he turned and dropped on to his bed in a fit of almost uncontrollable hysteria. "With your permission, your ladyship," said Miss Renton. Lewis's Aunt quickly gave it and she went to the hysterical child. "Stand up and pull yourself together, you're crying just like a girl. You can either go into dinner tonight dressed as an elegant young lady or as a young girl. What will it be?" "Neither," replied Lewis defiantly. "I don't want to wear girl's clothing." "In that case you will have to wear what we decide," said Miss Renton holding up the hanger with his first female clothing. Lewis still crying got to his feet and both women proceeded to dress him in the clothes designed for a 14 year old girl. Over the corset was placed a full-length underskirt and then several more underskirts before they pulled his new dress out of the wardrobe. It was very becoming with pretty shade of golden brown, with trimmings of black velvet, the sleeves were a salmon pink that puffed out above his shoulders and that tapered to a tight fitting cuff at the wrist. The dress hem came to about mid calf on his legs. He was forced to wear a pair of dark silk stockings held in place with elastic garters and a pair of tightly laced high-heeled boots fitted with a 2" heel. A pair of short tight kid gloves were drawn up either hand. A pink pinafore was placed on him and tightened at the back. His wet hair was quickly reset and a large bonnet decorated with flowers was placed on his head. Although still sobbing slightly and rubbing his tear stained eyes, Lewis had calmed down somewhat and it was obvious that the softness and feel of the material was starting to have an effect on him. He eventually stopped crying and although sullen, dried his eyes with a lace handkerchief given to him by Miss Renton. With an arm each, both women quickly led him to the dining room where they seated him down between them. They gave him a plate of broth and he was soon relishing the hot soup. He soon found though that he could not eat more than half the bowl and a slice of bread because of the tight corset. He tried a few more mouthfuls but had to give up, his stomach seemingly full. "Have you lost your appetite?" Teased his Aunt knowing full well the real reason. "Please Aunt, I cannot swallow any more it's this corset that stops me." He said pushing the handle of the soupspoon against his now inflexible stomach. "You will find that this will assist with your diet, you will only be able to eat little and often from now on," she smiled. "Isn't that right Jane dear?" asked his Aunt of her accomplice. "Yes Roberta, he'll learn all there is about being a woman now," she purred like a cat hovering over a bowl of cream. After the meal was over, the two women and the petticoated boy retired to the drawing room where coffee and other refreshments were served. Both the women watched with some amusement as Lewis minced through in front of them. His dress came to above his ankles but the long line of his new corset had the effect of keeping his thighs together and he could only take small steps. While the women drank their coffee, Lewis was again given his usual herbal tea. "She walks quite well," said his Aunt behind him, "but I think you should concentrate on movement with her tomorrow. I want her to flow and glide across a room rather than just walk as she is doing just now. She should give the impression that she has always been female." Asked to remain standing, Lewis was considered too young to take coffee like his two supervisors and he was also given a glass of lemonade. While the two women sat erect, Lewis was forced to stand and could not achieve any relief from the relentless pressure on his waist. Again the conversation centred on him. Both women watching him moving uncomfortably from one foot to the other as he tried unsuccessfully to relieve the strain on either ankle. He lifted each foot off the floor in turn and found that by straightening his foot out flat could he obtain some form of relief. This however only increased the strain on the other foot. "I think that Louise would look nice in higher heels," said Miss Renton with further mischief in her face. "Yes that would be lovely, we can get the town boot maker to make her a special pair," his Aunt agreed. "He does such delightful work, don't you think?" added Aunt Roberta showing her latest tightly laced boot fitted with a fashionable 3" high heel. "Oh how lovely, I need a new pair too, perhaps he could make me a new pair?" enthused Miss Renton. "Then it's settled, we will go to the town tomorrow," said his Aunt. Lewis raised his hand and he was given permission to speak. "Aunt I can't possibly go into town dressed like this," he said pointing to his new clothes. "Why ever not? Miss Renton and I will take you to the few good shops that we have, we can have afternoon tea and scones at the tea shop before returning here." "But Aunt I'm a boy I've never worn girl's clothes such as these outside. It will be so obvious, that I'm a boy in girl's clothes." "Yes you have a point Louise, tomorrow you'll need some changes made to improve your appearance and I think you might be able to borrow a pretty hat of mine that will help." With that the conversation moved on to other matters such as the latest Paris fashions with both women chatting excitedly through the latest fashion catalogue that had arrived in the post that day. Soon the drinks were finished and Lewis was relieved to be led back to his bedroom. Miss Renton proceeded to help Lewis out of his new finery, making sure that they were all correctly hung in his wardrobe. "Don't you like pretty clothes, Louise?" asked Miss Renton. "Yes but only on women not on me," he said still sullenly in reply. "I have a feeling you will change your mind quite soon," she said as though she had something or some plan on her mind. In a few minutes he stood with only his corset and bloomers remaining. Miss Renton helped him strip off so that he was naked except for his corset. He modestly covered his private area but Miss Renton scolded him. "There is no need to cover up, I lived on a farm with four brothers and your little thing doesn't need to be covered up, now does it?" She asked. "No I suppose not," he replied suddenly anxious to get into her good books again. "Louise I would like you to drink this before I do your hair and I lace you into your sleeping corset. Your sleeping corset will not be so tightly laced and only I must remove it in the morning. Is that absolutely clear?" "Yes it is and what is in this drink?" Lewis asked suspiciously sniffing the golden coloured brew. "It is a sleeping draught designed to make you sleep Louise," he could feel Miss Renton becoming softer towards him. He decided that maybe having a good night's sleep would help him get through this ordeal and that the women would relent in the morning. He swallowed the brew in one gulp. Soon she helped him to change his clothing and got him ready for bed. His tight day corset was removed in favour of the less restrictive sleep corset. This did not cover so much of his body but still nipped in his waist tightly. She then helped him put on his satin nightdress to wear and the material was very soft to the touch. She could see him move his hands over his waist and she smiled. "Do you like this Louise? It is satin, just one of the exotic materials we girls get to wear." He was though, becoming very tired as the draught kicked in. He was helped into bed where he soon started to feel drowsy. Miss Renton tucking him in tightly with the thick quilt and sheets. He watched her leave the room and turn out the oil lamp with heavy eyes. He was soon fast asleep. The next morning, his bladder very full, Lewis was woken by the sunlight streaming in through his open window and the two sources of pain that racked his body. He got up or at least tried to and then he felt the increased pressure and constriction of that sleeping corset that seemed to split him in two. He tried to rise but found that his now rigid torso would not allow it. He eased himself sideways, slowly and carefully putting down one leg and then the other onto the ground. Using the bedpost and the bedside table for support, he lifted himself up onto two legs. On returning from his toilet, he noticed that both his ankles and his calf muscles were hurting and it suddenly made sense to walk on tiptoe back into his room. He put his hands to his waist and tried to move the garment about but it was tightly tied He then tried to find the laces. He found them but no amount of tugging or pulling would loosen them. He reached behind himself in a bid to loosen the knots but they proved impossible to reach or undo. He tried looking backwards into the mirror and saw that they had been well tied in several complicated knots. Then he remembered a sharp looking letter opener and a pair of embroidery scissors on the dressing table and decided that he would be able to find what he needed. He felt the pain in his sides and ribs and slowly shuffled over to the dressing table and quickly slashed the laces. The pressure relief was instantaneous and he was able to draw a welcome deep regular breath for the first time in nearly 12 hours. Then a new pain hit him. He sagged back towards the bed at the waves of pain from his expanding rib cage and his waist assaulted his brain all at once. He managed somehow to get back into the bed and fell fast asleep with the discarded corset now down on the floor beside the bed. Chapter 5: A Trip To The Town A few hours later, he was woken by the presence of his friend Helen who looked into his blinking eyes. "How are you feeling this morning, Lewis?" she asked. At that Lewis moved forward and they embraced. Helen realising suddenly that his corset was missing, said, "Lewis what have you done, your Aunt and Miss Renton are due here at any moment." "I cut the laces, was that so wrong?" He asked. "I had to get out of that thing it was cutting me in half." "Yes but that is going to make them very angry indeed. Quickly try and get up we have to get you dressed." Lewis tried to rise but found the pain in his waist was still unbearable. "I can't," he said. "My stomach feels on fire." "Where did you put your corset?" she asked now desperate to save her charge from further punishment. "It's still under the bed I think," he replied. She retrieved it just in time to find both stiffly attired women walk into the room. Aunt Roberta had on her usual black dress and her severe hairstyle, while Miss Renton had produced a lovely dark red morning dress to match her longer tresses. She looked radiantly happy on entering but that mood quickly changed on noticing the damaged corset in Helen's hands. "What has happened?" she asked as she rushed over to inspect the damaged item. "I'm sorry ma'am, Miss Louise removed it herself during the night," said Helen unhappy about reporting such facts to the two female tyrants. "Just who do you think you are?" shouted Miss Renton at Lewis. "I'm Master Lewis Hamilton," said Lewis quietly, calmly and confidently. Inside he felt pure terror mount inside him. This threw Miss Renton into an uncontrollable rage that Lewis knew would leave him worse off then ever before. "You are no longer Lewis, you are called Louise now and I expect you to remember that. Why did you take your corset off? You were expressly forbidden to do so." "I was in such pain, I couldn't sleep," said Lewis hoping that would gain some much needed sympathy. It didn't work because, Miss Renton walked over to a drawer and pulled out a longer and more sinister corset that was dark red in colour. "You will be sorry, Louise, get up please, here Helen help me with this." She said as she approached the bed. Lewis slowly rose and this new corset was attached around his tortured torso again. This item was fiendishly simple and it went from his chest down past his hips. Soon the lacing began and Lewis was instructed to hold still while the laces were tied off. Finally three small padlocks were inserted and clicked shut. "There now, there is no escaping from this corset and you will have to wear it for at least the next 24 hours." Lewis looked at his tight waist now at 22" and tried to catch his breath but the constriction on his rib cage was causing him real problems. "Please I feel very faint can I sit down?" asked Lewis still unwisely hoping for sympathy. None came as he looked at Miss Renton's constricted waist and the high, full bust that couldn't possibly be natural. Her steel rigidity suggested there was something preventing her from bending even a little. Now Lewis observed that he could see vertical lines of stitching and boning through the thin tight fabric of his Aunt's bodice. He could just hear a faint creaking in rhythm with the rise and fall of her rapid breathing. It looked extremely uncomfortable, exactly the thing he had wanted to avoid when he refused to lace. "You can try Louise but you will find it difficult. You will find that there is no give at all in that garment and you will have to sit carefully if you can manage it all," Miss Renton said suddenly less angry. "Why do I have to wear this? It's simply not comfortable. Are you comfortable Aunt?" He asked trying to catch his breath after the exertion of speaking. "Of course I'm not comfortable," Aunt Roberta said contemptuously. "That is not the point. The point is that every young lady has a duty to look her best and since you are a young lady now, then corset wearing is a necessary requirement. If a young lady starts at the right time and applies herself properly, or if her family make her apply herself, she can achieve marvellous results. You are just the right age to start achieving a really good figure." Lewis was too bewildered and stunned to say anything for a moment. When he had recovered his composure he said "But, Aunt Roberta I am not a girl or a young lady. I'm very sorry, but I don't want to wear a corset, and I most certainly don't want to tight-lace! I am a boy remember." Aunt Roberta turned around and set off for the room door with those rapid tiny steps, every line of her legs coming clear as each one strained against the fabric of the long tight skirt. On reaching the door, she looked back and she said, "What you want or don't want is quite immaterial, child. I am your guardian and until you reach twenty-one you will have to follow my instructions. From now on you will learn to deport yourself as a young girl. In my eyes you are no longer a boy. Come with me Helen." She opened the door and vanished into the hall. Lewis looked round at Helen, who had been listening from a respectful distance throughout the conversation. The maid shrugged her shoulders and left. He then looked at Miss Renton who looked determined to take his feminisation as far as possible and she already had his clothes for the day in her arms. "Now come here Louise," she said. Lewis reluctantly moved back towards her again on tiptoe, Miss Renton commenting, "look your new shoes are already changing the way you walk, how delightful." Soon Lewis was covered in a new cream coloured dress that came below his ankles. It was edged in attractive red piping and had a slight bustle at the rear to accentuate his bottom. He was taken to his dressing table and sitting on the edge of the chair, Miss Renton decided that his hair needed some fresh styling work. Expertly his hair was well brushed, curled and pinned up. She turned her attention to his eyebrows again and plucked until he was missing all of the long hairs. Their shape had also been changed with the formation of a now distinct high tapered arch. Finally a small pretty matching hat belonging to his Aunt with small plumes and feathers was pinned onto his hair. The thin net veil was drawn down over his face. He could smell his Aunt's sweet perfume as the veil was drawn over his chin. On his hands a pair of tight light-brown thin leather gloves were fitted and these went up over his wrists to meet the tight dress material on each forearm. Finally his boots from the previous night were laced up and he was helped up onto his feet again. Before breakfast Lewis was drilled in how to walk, how to stand and how to turn. He was made to practice again and again until Miss Renton was satisfied. At around 9:30 the pair went into breakfast where Lewis ate some porridge and was given more of the herbal tea to drink. For the next hour, he was given instruction on how to go up and downstairs and he was soon to learn that the hem of his skirts should be picked up or else he would end up at the bottom in a disorganised heap. After 11:00 his Aunt arrived at the top of the stairs. She wore her coat and she walked gracefully past him. He watched with his bottom jaw open watching as she floated down the stairs. "Louise, it is most unladylike to stare." "I am sorry Aunt Roberta, you look so graceful walking down the stairs," he said. "Let's get moving we have the carriage waiting for us outside," she replied. Both he and Miss Renton collected their cloaks from the two servants in the hall and walked briskly towards the door. Lewis noted with some pleasure that he could walk a little faster than his governess could because of his much less restrictive skirt. They walked into the morning sunlight and then descended the long stone staircase to the gravel drive. Lewis daintily holding the hem of his skirts carefully high