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The Governess: A Cresswell Industries Story By Keshara After her husband's transformation had been completed Lady Melissa Cresswell had decided that his wife should be given what she deserves. She had spent many years in her domineering husband's shadow and now with her own transformation complete, Lorna Trewick was going to play an important role in Her Ladyship's plan for a world where women were to become the more dominant species of the human race. Chapter One: Agatha As Lorna arrived at Agatha's very stately looking home she could not help feel that she was arriving at very enjoyable stage of her new life, her mind was reeling through many different scenarios and as the car came to a halt she gasped in awe at the stately home. Ivan took out her bags from the boot of the limo and handed them to a very butch looking woman who came to greet them dressed in what she could only describe as an outfit a cook would have worn in a Jane Austin novel. "Welcome Miss Lorna!" the portly looking woman smiled. "Good afternoon!" she replied. "Please follow me I will show you to your room and then Mistress Agatha will see you to show you around her place." With vine leaves covering every nook and cranny of the exterior it was hard for her to imagine what the house looked like. Yet when she stepped into the house it was as if she had just stepped back in time into a previous century. The reception hall was full of antiques and as she walked her heels and the woman escorting her clattered on the floorboards. Moving towards a large and winding staircase Lorna spotted another person. It was a young girl dressed in much the same way, as Agatha was dressed when she had met her at Madame Grace's. Eventually the woman led her to a very small but adequate bedroom that was also draped in materials and d?cor matching an eighteenth to nineteenth century house. "Err... thank you?" Lorna looked puzzled as the woman began to open her case and started going through her things. "Just call me Cook or Matron, that's what Miss Agatha and all the girls call me!" she replied as she began to remove all of Lorna's cosmetics and hygienic items. "This is all you will need here Miss Lorna. If you wish to undress and freshen up your personal servant will be along to dress you!" "Personal servant?" "Yes Miss Lorna, Miss Agatha maintains a strict code here, she bequests to all senior staff or guests a personal servant or maid. It would be quite upsetting for the girl too if you did not allow her to serve you. I know it may seem strange to you at first, but after a couple of days of being looked after by them you will not even think twice at allowing her to bath you either!" Lorna did as she was asked and undressed. Opening the single wardrobe she realised that she would also be dressed accordingly, for hanging up were very authentic looking Victorian dresses, blouses, skirts and suits and the shoe rack was full of different types of Victorian laced boots and shoes. Just then the door knocked. "Err... come in!" Lorna spoke nervously as she tried to hide her nakedness in the shadowed corner of the room. The door opened and in walked a pretty looking young girl, wearing a flared white pinafore over her grey Victorian styled maid's uniform that stopped just above her ankles and revealed her laced ankle boots. "Miss Lorna," the girl curtseyed very quickly. "I am Penny your personal maid!" "It's nice to meet you Penny. I'm sorry but I..." "I have your undergarments all washed and ready for me to put on you Miss Lorna!" Penny curtseyed again as she ushered in another girl, who curtseyed and brought in all of Lorna's freshly ironed underwear. Putting them on the bed she aptly curtseyed again and left closing the door behind her. Although she was apprehensive at first to let herself be seen naked by the pretty young girl when she was asked to step into white cotton and laced chemise all her modesty was complete once again. Then the girl asked her to turn around so she could fix her corset into place. Lorna had obviously worn corsets before for Dennis, but this was a real boned silk and laced one and considering that this was Miss Agatha's chosen dress code, she could see the reason why a personal maid was required. "Am I to take it that all of you serving girls wear these too?" she asked her maid as she began tightening the lace at the back. "Yes Miss Lorna," she replied as she pulled the lower part of the corset tight into the arc of her Mistress's back. Lorna felt the constriction immediately as the girl pulled it tightly into shape. "Phew, I can just about breathe!" Lorna sighed with disbelief. "How long did it take you to get used to wearing one of these?" "You will acclimatise to your corset quicker than us serving girls do Miss Lorna," the girl replied. "Why is that?" "Well err... you're body is already shaped for it," the girl spoke with a hint of embarrassment on her voice. "What do you mean by that?" "Well err... Miss Lorna... I used to be a boy," the girl replied even more embarrassed. "Oh!" Lorna gasped with surprise; "I err... Yes I err... That's correct of course!" After several more minutes of tugging Lorna could not help but notice the effect the tight corset had made on her. Her very small breasts were now pushed up in the opening of the camisole top and revealed a cleavage that she had not seen since before she had had her breasts reduced for Phyllis all those months ago. Then as she stood admiring her chest, the girl or sheboy whatever it was then produced a pair of white laced stockings and held them out for her to step into. Lorna felt the maid's soft and nimble hands work the material up her leg and found the sensation of someone pulling up her stockings very sensuous indeed. Breathing in she could not help take in the sweet perfume her personal maid was wearing and also she could see that her or his light blonde hair was set into a bun to help hold her maids bonnet in place. Pulling the stocking up to just above her knee the girl\boy tied the laced ribbon to secure it then she repeated the procedure with the other leg. However Lorna could not help watching the look of wonder upon the girl\boy's face as she caressed the laced material. "Do you not wear the same stockings?" "No Miss Lorna we are only allowed to wear stockings when we have a date." "So have you had any dates then?" "No Miss Lorna, you have to earn a date and I have not been in a position to please until now!" the girl\boy replied. Lorna just shrugged her shoulder as she watched her personal maid scurry over to the wardrobe and pull out a pair of Victorian heeled ankle boots. With no more conversation between the two of them Lorna's personal maid completed her new outfit by placing her in a one-piece dress that clung to her waist and outlined her small bosoms with out any tolerance whatsoever. Then Lorna was asked to sit so her maid could fix her hair and fasten the neck collar of the dress. "How long will it take for me to adjust to this clothing?" Lorna enquired as she felt the full stiffness of her boned corset biting into her. "You will start to feel more comfortable after a week or so, for girls like me it takes a lot longer!" her maid began. "I must tell you that Miss Agatha will insist on you having your hair extended. She does not like anything in her house to look out of place." "You will have to forgive me, but where I've come from housemaids were never aloud to converse with their Mistresses or senior owners," Lorna quizzed the girl\boy. "Miss Agatha insists on her initiated girls to involve in conversation with her and her senior staff as this is a next stage of development for us. You will find that it is only the new interns that are treated like your housemaids." Lorna stood up and inhaled slowly to get her breath from the constriction of her corset and when she did her maid turned over the long mirror for her to see. "I love it!" Lorna admired her fabulous looking figure in the mirror. "Thank you Miss Lorna, I'm glad I pleased you!" the maid curtseyed. "Oh! I'm so sorry what was it they call you?" "Penelope, Miss Lorna," the girl\boy maid curtseyed. "But I do love being called Penny!" "That's a lovely name what was your original name?" "I'm sorry but that information can only be given to you by one of the more senior staff I'm afraid." With that Lorna followed her personal maid Penelope to meet with Miss Agatha. Walking slowly, due to the corset, Lorna was taken downstairs and along several long passageways until she came to a double door where Agatha was standing patiently. "At last Lorna, Penny has prepared you?" Agatha smiled out from behind her small half-mooned glasses. "I take it her company was pleasant enough for you?" "Yes she... Or should I say he is a very sweet thing!" Lorna replied glancing down at her personal maid. "Run along Penny I'll take Miss Lorna from here," Agatha waved the maid away. "So how do you like your new outfit?" "It's wonderful, although it may take some time for me to adjust to wearing a corset," Lorna laughed holding her back. "Once you do you will find it very hard to stop wearing one. Corset training is a must for all my young trainees and from what I've heard from those that have left me, they still insist on wearing one at any given opportunity. They consider it the ultimate object of femininity!" Agatha smiled wickedly. Agatha then opened the door and asked Lorna to take a seat. Lorna could see that the room was some kind of music and dance room for apart from two chairs, a piano was the only other object in there. Agatha then pulled a cord, which sounded a bell and as soon as she had done that another smaller door on the far side opened. Suddenly six young girls walked into the room, each one of them wore the same identical flared pinafore over a greyish dress that flared out just above their knees to reveal black cotton stockings. Crinoline was also visible just below the hem of their dresses so this obviously helped flair the skirts for them. Each one of them had their hair tied up into a tight bun above their heads with two curled strands hanging down across their cheeks. Rouge blusher on their cheeks and red lipstick on the lips highlighted all of their faces in a perfect feminine frame. Then as they all clattered across the wooden floor elegantly on the small heeled Victorian ankle boots, Lorna could see that all their pinafores were held in place with a large laced bow that cutely bobbed up and down across the arc of their backs and bottom. "Now then girls take your places!" Agatha issued a very stern order. "This is Miss Lorna, she is a very special guest of mine." "Good morning Miss Lorna!" all six of the girls responded in unison all curtseying at the same time. "Now then Sally, would you like to show Miss Lorna your beautiful voice?" "Yes Miss Agatha!" a blonde girl standing to the left of the row cutely curtseyed. Lorna sat in awe as the girl suddenly began to sing a hymn on her own. "I see you are surprised at the waif's pretty voice?" Agatha asked Lorna when she had finished. "Yes I am, but I thought that this place was only for young males?" "Sally come here," she beckoned the pretty teenage girl. "Yes Miss Agatha," she curtseyed again moving closer. "Lift your dress my dear!" "Yes Miss Agatha!" Sally smiled and gave a little curtsey as if relieved that her governess, as all the girls described her when they spoke about her, had chosen her to show her guest her undergarments. Sally lifted her dress and her crinolines for Lorna. Lorna could see that the girl wore the same cotton camisole as she did and wondered what exactly it was she was supposed to be looking at. "Unbutton her crotch!" Lorna instantly did as she was told, however when she did and pulled the soft cotton material aside, the sight that met her eyes took her breath away. "Oh my goodness?" "Yes Sally used to be a young man, didn't you Sally?" "Yes Miss Agatha I did!" Lorna had guessed that the blonde young girl had once been a man, but what intrigued her the most was the absence of his or hers testicles. "But where are her balls?" "That's what enables my girls to have such beautiful singing voices!" Agatha replied. Lorna moved her fingers in further just to make sure. "Oh my it's absolutely wonderful," she caressed the small flaccid hairless and ball-less cock of the sheboy. "How long do you have to wait before they accept this?" "You will see next week, Sally and all the other girls have come to their first term!" Agatha moved over and re- buttoned Sally's camisole crotch. Clicking her fingers she waved all the sheboys away. "Now I imagine you have a million and one questions to ask me, well you can ask me them while I get one of my more experienced girls to do your hair." Agatha explained every detail of the Lady Cresswell's wishes for her, which included her being trained in the art of feminising young men. A term for the girls was actually six months, but over the past few years the term was getting shorter especially considering the advances that Cresswell's had made in technological and pharmaceuticals, it was soon going to be cut down to three months. All of the interns that Agatha accepted where between seventeen and twenty years old and all of them had come to her through Cresswell's legal system for juveniles. Those that were convicted of violent crimes and rape went straight to Lady Melissa's institute, while those who were convicted of lesser crimes such as burglary, car theft and drug abuse came to Agatha. A majority of the interns had disowned their parents and a small proportion of them had been sent to Cresswell's with the blessings of their parents, although hypnosis and mind persuading drugs had been used to obtain that blessing on a good majority of them. The intake was six boys or young men per term and Lorna was about to experience a full term of new interns and the final term of Penelope. Lorna found out that Penelope used to be known as Peter Jonathan Kramer and had been in and out of juvenile detention centres for most of his teenage years. Yet upon his release at sixteen he got caught up with a drug running gang and was caught for peddling cocaine. Agatha considered Penelope as one of her best girls and although the type of experience she required was normally something her girls learnt when leaving her nest, Lorna needed to learn the wonders of helping a young man into the wonderful realms of womanhood. Lorna could not help but touch her long platinum silver hair as it reached right down to her back. In fact since she had arrived at Agatha's she had not felt so sexually aroused since the first few months of her affair with Phyllis. Yet she could not dismiss the one thing that really was exciting her and that was that all of the young girls who resided here either used to be boys or young men and that they all at sometime or the other had had their testicles removed. Reaching her room Penelope was eagerly waiting her return. However this time she was not wearing her usual pinafore and dress, for her hair was down and she wore a long white thin cotton nightdress that revealed her small and very pointy breasts. "Miss Lorna!" she curtseyed politely. "I'm afraid that it is part of my training to aide you at bedtime." "That's quite alright," Lorna replied rather pleased that her personal maid was going to wait on her hand and foot day and night. "May I say that your hair is such a beautiful colour Miss Lorna!" Penelope remarked as she stroked it. "Yes Penelope I like it too," she replied. The next five or so minutes saw Penelope undress her mistress comb her hair and then put her in the same type of cotton night-dress that she wore. "Thank you Penelope, I must admit I did not think that I would enjoy being waited on hand and foot so much!" "Thank you Miss Lorna!" the girl\boy curtseyed. "Excuse me Miss Lorna for being too forward but do you wish for me to keep your bed warm or do you wish for me to return to my room?" Lorna looked at her maid, her face was so pretty and feminine she could not believe that she was only a young eighteen year old man over a year ago. "Yes I would like that!" Lorna breathed in the maid's sweet fragrance. "Do you wish me naked?" the maid asked biting her lip with anticipation. "Well of course!" Lorna smiled in agreement, for she desperately wanted to see a transformed boy in the flesh. Ever since she saw her ex-husband's transformed body, she found the thought of seeing another one rather erotic. Penelope started to gather her long dressing gown and slowly lifted it up her body. Lorna's eyes instantly followed the material up. Her legs where ever so soft and feminine and as the dress drew higher, her hips also began to flare just like a girl's, then as the dress reached her crotch Lorna had to hold her breath. "Oh Penelope it's so delightful?" she smiled up at her personal maid as she held out her hand and touched the small two-inch dangling piece of flesh. Running her hands under the maid's crotch she could feel that the shemale's testicles had been removed. "Oh yes this is exactly how a young man should look, don't you agree Penelope?" "Yes Miss Lorna it is!" the shemale maid replied with a very alluring smile as she lifted the entire dress above her head and revealed her small but very prominent breasts. "Well look at these?" Lorna squeezed her maid's left breast and pulled on the erect nipple. "So supple and suckable, tell me do you like having these?" "Oh yes Miss Lorna I love them," Penelope sighed with pleasure as her mistress began tweaking her nipple. "So am I to take it that I'm your first?" Lorna asked moving her hands away from the maid's very tantalising erect nipple. "Well in a way... Yes... Miss Lorna," she curtseyed. Lorna could not help noticing all her jiggling bits as she did. "So if I am pleased with your performance what will you get from Miss Agatha?" "It would be considered a date so I would be aloud to wear silk stockings from then on instead of black cotton ones!" "Well I suppose you'd better try to please me then!" Lorna stood up and turned around. Penelope began to undo the top buttons of the nightdress and then began to roll it up her mistress's body. Her long silver hair fell down to the arch in her back and despite her obvious age (well to the maid she looked as if she was in her fifties or sixties) her body was soft and well kept. Turning around Lorna held out her small breasts for her maid to suckle. Penelope instantly sucked in the elongated brown nipple and began to lick and suck on it. Then she moved a hand onto the other one and began to pull on the nipple as her hand squeezed the small soft tissue of Lorna's breast. "Oh yes my dear I can tell you are going to make such a wonderful concubine," Lorna soothed with pleasure as she pulled her shemale maid onto the bed with her. Lorna could not believe how exciting she found this Penelope to be and as the maid's tongue moved slowly down her and onto her engorged clitoris she waited for her to stop. "Oh Miss?" Penelope did stop. "Yes my dear I am well developed down there!" Lorna smiled. Penelope had seen pictures of female genitalia before, but the size and the way it protruded was not something she had ever envisioned. "Yes my dear that is my clitoris and it's waiting to be pleased!" Lorna pushed her crotch up into the surprised shemale's face. The enhancements that Lady Cresswell's HRT program had done to her, was exactly the same as it had done to all the middle aged females who were lucky enough to have been administered it. Lorna's sex drive had increased ecstatically and the size of her clitoris had grown long. In truth it now responded like a cock and when aroused was hard enough to be used for penetration just like a penis. Yet Lorna enjoyed the softness of a female's teeth and mouth nibbling and sucking on it. "Oh yes my sweet that's it!" she threw herself back onto the bed as Penelope's lips engulfed her four inch erect clitoris. "Oh yessssssssssssssssssss!" The next day Lorna found herself sitting in Agatha's office, with Penelope at her side. "Well now Miss Lorna, did your personal maid please you?" "Oh yes she did!" Lorna responded with a wicked grin. "I never imagined what fun a transformed male could be!" "Yes they are and I'm sure you are going to enjoy creating them as much as I do," Agatha replied. "Oh yes I can't wait," Lorna agreed with excitement. "Penelope go and see Cook she will give you your new stockings!" Agatha waved the shemale maid away. "Yes Miss Agatha... Thank you Miss Agatha," she curtseyed giddily. "And thank you too Miss Lorna." Lorna watched her joyful maid leave the room in a hurry carrying her long dress with her as she did. "I still can't believe how feminine they become?" "I'm glad you mentioned that cause that is where I wanted to start... Lorna, Penelope's servitude to you is really a one off for this house, cause usually their sexual experience is gained from their intended owners, if that is what they wish from them of course. But I have really given Penelope to you for the sole intention of honing your skills on maturing her ahead of her time." "I'm not sure what you mean?" Lorna replied puzzled. "Here is a key that will fit the clothes box at the end of your bed. Inside you will find an assortment of sexual aides to use on Penelope. I want you to enjoy yourself as well as create these special girls. Now what I will explain to you is this... The part you are performing now with Penelope is very stimulating for you. But when you do leave here and go to your own house, starting these boys or young men onto the road to womanhood is not so enjoyable." "But you seem to have no problem here?" "Yes I'm lucky that I have the equipment to deal with their misbehaviour, which you will see next week when the new interns arrive. But unfortunately for you, you will have to pluck the young men without any assistance from Cresswell's or me," Agatha looked rather concerned. "I'm not sure what you mean?" "When I have finished training you, Lady Melissa has arranged for you to live in a very rural village that she has been slowly populating with people she trusts!" Chapter Two: Summer of Changes Lorna waited until Penny had finished with pinning her hair up into a bun before she continued her conversation. Penny had already filled her in on how the new interns arrive and how they are prepared for their first day. But she could not help notice that her personal maid was as eager as she was to see the new arrivals. Penny had been relishing her role as maid to Miss Lorna and now that she was wearing real black nylon stockings it made her feel even more feminine than before. During the past week Lorna had also enjoyed Penny's new- found femininity and took pride in the fact that she was responsible for making her feel so much more feminine. In fact she now preferred making love to a fully castrated shemale more than she had enjoyed with Phyllis. For she found a young man's journey into womanhood to be far more sensuous than a middle-aged woman's journey into becoming sex object. Miss Agatha greeted Lorna at the back of the estate where the new interns disembarked from their journey. A long cage was attached to the back of the prison bus and heavily secured to it to thwart any escape from the prisoners, this cage then eventually narrowed down to a small walkway that disappeared deep into the basement of the building. Agatha and Lorna stood above the cage watching the procession of blindfolded and chained felons being ushered deep into the basement. Then when all six of the young male offenders were inside, the huge steel doors closed on the last of what would be their only encounter with masculinity. Lorna walked along the gantry that followed the walkway into the basement and watched as Cook and two of her fellow workers, both of whom were very butch looking women, released the interns from their chains. Cook began to call out the names of the six young men. "Daryll Todd?" she called out and as she did a very scared looking young man walked forward. "Yessss... MMMMMissss!" he stuttered. "Age boy?" "Err... Eighteen Miss!" "Crime?" "Err... class A drug possession!" he replied. "Good. Go to Miss Jane and she will undress you and ready you for delousing... MOVE!" Daryll ran as fast as he could towards the large woman who with lightning pace took all his clothes off with ease. "Gary Tenyson?" "Yes," another nervous young man walked forward. "Age?" "Nineteen," he replied anxiously looking at the treatment that was next in store for him, as the first boy was dragged naked into a shower room. "Crime?" "Possession... But it was not..." he was cut short. "Fourth offence boy now MOVE IT!" The young man's terror carried him towards the other waiting woman who like the one before, expertly stripped him of his clothes. "Timothy Sanderson?" "Err... Yes... Miss?" A scraggy looking young man of about five foot two in height and looking no older than fifteen nervously stood forward. "Age?" "Err... Seventeen Miss?" "Crime?" "Err... Car theft," he replied fearfully. "Wait over there please!" Cook responded differently to this young man. "Craig Thom..." she began until a rather grumpy blonde headed youth interrupted her. "Oh fer fuck's sake you morons... They're only women what threat can they possibly carry out to you!" he shouted out walking up to Cook and staring at her face to face. "You fat old cow... I only agreed to come here so I could doss about and perhaps get some pussy!" "Please wait your turn!" Cook responded politely. "FUCK... YOU!" he breathed into her face. Lorna watched petrified for God only knew what the youth was capable of doing to Cook as he now stood eyeball to eyeball with her. Worse still the two remaining young men had also found some resolve and were now backing their fellow loud mouthed inmate up. "So if you wouldn't mind bitch I'd like to leave now. SO FUCKING MOVE OUTTA MY WAY!" the young man blew his words into her face. Agatha could see Lorna's concern and gently tapped her shoulder. "Its all right Miss Lorna, Cook will handle him just you see!" "I will ask you one more time please will you wait your turn!" Cook asked him once again. "And how the fuck are you gonna make me?" Without a seconds thought Cook grabbed a firm hold of the rude young man's crotch and released a very high powered static pulse from a device she had in the palm of her hand. The young man crumpled to the floor in agony holding his crotch calling her all the names he could muster beneath his mask of pain. Then before he had time to gather his senses she released another charge into his neck, which rendered him unconscious. The other two youths including the one standing to the side held their breaths in disbelief at the ease in which the woman dispatched their unruly inmate. "Now then I take it that none of you two wish to take the same path as your friend here?" she asked with a big smile. Both young men nodded in agreement. "I take it that this insolent bit of trash is our burglar and thief Shane Lowry?" The two remaining boys nodded again. "Craig Thomson?" "Yes Miss!" "Age?" "Eighteen Miss!" "Crime?" "Burglary Miss." "Go to my assistant Miss Kathy and hurry about it!" she ordered the boy. "William Graveston?" "Yes Miss," the last boy stepped forward. "Age?" "Err... Eighteen Miss," he answered instantly. "Crime?" "Possession of drugs and theft!" he replied rather ashamed. "You know where to go, so hurry!" Lorna watched as all the boys, except the one called Timothy and the one lying unconscious on the floor, were stripped and forced into the shower, whereupon each and everyone of them were met by one of the last term girls. Embarrassed all four boys had to endure having all their naked bodies covered by the girls in a creamy substance, which they were then ordered to wash off in the shower. Meanwhile Miss Jane and Miss Kathy, picked up the limp body of the young man called Shane and took him in a different direction. While Cook ordered the remaining, and very physically shook, boy called Timothy to follow her. Agatha asked Lorna to follow her, whereupon she brought her to a door that had the sign 'Nurse' upon it. Knocking on the door Agatha waited for a response, which aptly came via a very pretty second term girl who was wearing the usual attire except on her pinafore she had a red cross denoting that she was part of the nursing school. Promptly she curtseyed and let both of them in. Lorna could not believe how big the Nurse's room actually was, for it was in fact a huge reception room that veered out into an actual hospital like ward. "Right at the end there is where Nurse Sheila carries out her operations." "Operations?" Lorna asked blankly. "Yes that is where the boys become girls," Agatha smiled with a very wry grin spread across her face. "Oh!" was all Lorna could reply. Just then another girl appeared dressed similar to the first except that she was in her third term, as her nylon stockings were just visible between her knee length petticoats and her ankle boots. The girl curtseyed on cue and as she did Lorna spotted that she was wearing a nurse's watch and badge with the name Emily on it. "Nurse Sheila has the new interns ready for you Miss," the girl curtseyed. "Thank you Emily," Lorna responded. "Emily is actually our eldest girl here, aren't you Emily?" Agatha remarked as they followed the girl down the corridor passing a small ward of eight beds, in which sat three girls dressed in their night-gowns each of them whispering to one another as Lorna passed them by. "Yes Miss Agatha I have been here for nearly five terms," she replied, skipping as she turned to reply with a very pleasing smile on her face. "Yes Emily is considering staying on and becoming a full member of our nursing staff aren't you?" "Oh yes Miss Agatha I would love so much to stay here!" Emily replied. "Actually those other girls we just passed are going through recuperation from their very important operations," Agatha began. "They are technically still interns but they are here for a final fifth term like Emily!" "But I thought that three terms was sufficient for their change?" "Oh now again some of the girls excel and we reward them with their most ultimate and desired wish." "Wish?" Lorna shook her head. "Emily lift your skirts and show Miss Lorna!" "Yes Miss Agatha," Emily curtseyed and obeyed her command. Emily lifted her skirts and Agatha asked Lorna to kneel down and unbutton the crotch of her chemise. "Oh my?" Lorna gasped as she pulled apart the soft cotton fabric and came face to face with the familiar sight of neatly trimmed female genitalia. "Yes Emily has such a cute little pussy has she not?" "My word, it's so..." "Yes Emily is a complete girl aren't you dear?" "Yes Miss Agatha and I would like to thank you for making my dream come true!" Just then the door they where walking towards opened and a very stern looking and plump woman wearing the same attire as Lorna, all except for the nurse's pinafore, appeared. "It should be awake any moment now," she clicked her fingers and two more second term girl nurses began scurrying behind her with an operating theatre trolley. Upon the operating table that also had very high stirrups covered by a green blanket, was the unmistakable body of the mouthy young man called Shane. He was gagged and strapped heavily to the table, but because of the angle that his legs were upon the stirrups all his genitals were exposed for everyone to see. "Well Lorna this is the first part of our attack on the other new interns psyche," Agatha smiled as she looked down at the struggling youth. Just then Nurse Sheila moved towards her patient and injected something into his thigh. "That will stop him from hurting himself when I perform our very popular opening ceremony for all the other new interns!" Sheila smiled with a very wicked grin on her face. "Emily pull his blanket off please, I'd like everyone to see him as we wheel him to the graduation and reception hall!" Agatha added her own twist to the boy's embarrassment. "Nurses make sure the other three are present for new interns initiation ceremony, Emily I think you have earned the award of taking our ceremonial guest to his audition!" Sheila motioned. "Thank you! Nurse Sheila!" she curtseyed as she grabbed a hold of the trolley and began to push him back down the corridor they had all just come from. "Now then Lorna it will take an hour for all the interns and full term girls to gather for the initiation, so what we do now is to prepare our chosen new intern prefect." Agatha went straight into the operating theatre with Lorna in tow, however she did not stop there for she took her through another door that led to another hospital like corridor with several more doors that were all closed. Then reaching the end of the corridor Agatha knocked on the last door and waited for an answer. A foreign sounding male voice answered. "Ah Miss Agatha your 'Prefect' is ready for her programming!" the male voice responded as soon as they entered the room. "Lorna this is our resident psychiatrist Miss Olsen. She is responsible for all our interns' mental conditioning. Miss Olsen this is Miss Lorna!" she introduced them both. "Please don't let my transvestism affect you Miss Lorna, but men's clothing are banned in the building and besides I love wearing female clothes," Miss Olsen very deftly shook Lorna's hand. Lorna could not help but notice Miss Olsen's curly brunette hair was a wig and her very long nails were false. She or as Lorna could obviously see, he - was wearing a blue skirt and jacket, with lightly tanned stockings, white blouse and two-inch court shoes. His face was perfectly made up from his mascara down to his lip-gloss; in fact if it were not for his voice, wig and false nails, Lorna would have thought that he was a she. "Yes Miss Olsen has a practice in the city that is backed by Lady Cresswell, although she does seem to spend more time here than at her office dressed as a man!" Agatha remarked with smirk. "Oh you are such a tease Miss Agatha!" Miss Olsen replied. "Anyway where is our chosen prefect?" "Timothy dear would you please come out and greet your Governess!" Miss Olsen called out to a glazed door on the other side of his office. Timothy appeared looking rather dishevelled from his nakedness as he nervously made his way before his Governess and her friend. "Now then Timothy what do we do when we see any elder's or fourth year term girls?" Miss Olsen asked politely. "Curtsey Miss Olsen!" he replied, desperate to hide his cleanly shaven genitals from view with his hands. "Well?" "Governess!" he curtseyed rather crudely. "Now then perhaps you would like to enlighten Governess Agatha and Miss Lorna on why you are here and what is going to happen to you," Miss Olsen asked the shaking young man. "I am here because I am a menace to society, as are all the other boys who joined me today," he replied nervously keeping his full attention on Miss Olsen. "And?" Miss Olsen prompted the young man. "I am to become a girl like all my fellow interns!" "That's wonderful news Timothy, now tell the Governess what has happened to you so far?" Miss Olsen continued to goad the poor lad. "I have thrown away all my dirty clothes and I have showered, also I have completely removed all my body hair when I showered too!" "Good boy, now put on those items I passed to you when you came in here." Lorna watched with admiration as the poor boy took hold of his black cotton stockings and rolled them up his legs and tied them to his thighs, then he pulled on a white cotton nightgown. Then when he had tied up the top of his nightgown's laced bow he stepped into a pair of the intern's compulsory ankle high Victorian heeled boots. "Here spray yourself with this, we want all your fellow interns to know you are wearing perfume now don't we?" Miss Olsen asked casually. "Yes Miss Olsen," he nodded dejectedly. "And why do we?" "Because I want them to be jealous of my wish to become a girl," he replied curtseying with fear on his face. "And why is it you wish to become a girl Timothy?" "So I'll never ever get into trouble again!" "How wonderful," Agatha clapped her hands together prompting Lorna and Miss Olsen to follow suit. "Now take a hold of Miss Olsen's hand and she will take you to the initiation ceremony!" Chapter Three: Initiation Ceremony Lorna had thought that she had seen all of the massive estates areas, but when she followed Agatha and Miss Olsen she found herself being shown areas of the place she still had not ventured into. Agatha explained that as the new interns are brought along, Lorna would eventually get to know her way around the estate without any guidance at all. As they arrived at a very large auditorium which Agatha had called the main hall, Lorna was surprised to see so many people all gathered for the new boys initiation. The hall was created like an auditorium with rows of seats all situated around the hall like a theatre, so that the centre of the hall was visible for everyone seated around the hall. Taking their seats Lorna was surprised to see that all the girls from the different terms and all the staff, including the nursing staff, were all standing awaiting Agatha's arrival. As soon as Agatha had taken her seat, which was right at the front of the staffing seats, all the girls and staff sat down. Just then Cook appeared with the remainder of the new interns, with all four of them now wearing the same night- gowns as Timothy, except for their bare feet. Leaving the four interns by the opening of the auditorium Cook took to the centre of the hall. Agatha also stood up and approached Cook. "Thank you for all gathering here today," Agatha began to stroll around the centre of the hall. "As you are all familiar with this tradition of accepting newcomers to our home, I will not dwell on the introduction too long. For today belongs to our new visitors, who by the looks of them are anxious to get this little ceremony underway, so I will not dwell too much on a speech to welcome them. Now first I would like to introduce you all to the new interns chosen Prefect... Timothy Sanderson!" All the girls applauded their Governess as she motioned for the poor nervous looking young man called Timothy to stand in the middle of the auditorium. Timothy nervously looked back to Miss Olsen, who had already informed him on what to do when he was called up. The four other interns looked at the boy they only knew from the bus journey here as Timothy, curtsey and thank the Governess for allowing him to attend her institution. "What the fuck is that geek doing?" Craig whispered to William as he stood next to him. "Jeez the moron's obviously sucked up to them because he loves wearing dresses," William whispered back. "I'm getting outta here as soon as I can!" Darryl also joined in under his breath. "There's no way you'll see me behaving like a sissy faggot!" "Neither me! Fuck... Look at him he's even got girl's stockings and boots on!" Gary finally found the temptation to join in with his inmates' dissection of their fellow inmate, too much. Little did the four boys know that there conversations where actually being recorded and relayed to Cook via her hidden earpiece. "I knew he was a faggot the first time I saw him!" Darryl sneered at the sight of Timothy turning and curtseying to all four sides of the auditorium. "Any way... Fuck the faggot... Where's Shane? Me and him were planning on a way of getting outta here on the journey to here!" William responded with his eyes shifting from side to side making sure no one could hear their conversation. Yet before any of the others could respond they were all called out onto the floor to acknowledge their gratefulness at being given the chance to amend their ways by attending the Governess' special institute. "I only agreed to come here to get some pussy," Gary finished his reasons for being here. "My brief told me this place was stocked top to bottom with young girls all waiting for a chance to be bedded!" Cook laughed as she listened to the last comment of the four young men as they walked out into the middle of the auditorium and when they finally approached her, she smiled at them at then pulled them all into line. "Now then Timothy would you please introduce all the rest of your friends to us!" Agatha asked the shaking young man to show himself up further in front of the audience and his fellow inmates. Timothy wanted to run away and hide but Miss Olsen had hypnotised him thoroughly, for he was fully in control of his own thoughts, except a voice appeared to be making him follow the Governess' every word and command. He knew how ridiculous he already looked to the other boys, but now that he had to kiss all four of them on the cheeks he knew that they would consider him a faggot and a sissy all the more. "Timothy would you like to introduce us to the first of your friends?" Agatha motioned to the petrified boy. Err... This is Gary Tenyson," he croaked loudly approaching the first of his four inmates and kissing him on the cheek fully. Gary pushed him away as he smelt the overpowering perfume the boy was wearing. "I'm going to beat the fuck out o'you faggot!" Darryl Todd replied as he felt Timothy's lips brush against his cheeks, though it did not stop Timothy from introducing him. After kissing William Graveston and Craig Thomson and introducing them, Timothy then stood in line. His perfume lingering very heavily on the nostrils of all four of the young men that at one stage he had hoped to befriend, but now, through no fault of himself, he knew he had made enemies of. For as he kissed them they all responded with a hateful jibe at his sexuality. "Now then if Sally from term two could come down to the floor!" Agatha looked over to where all six of last terms intakes were sitting. Sally stood up and curtseyed and then approached the centre of the hall. "Sally would you please hand your successor your badge please!" Agatha asked the very pretty blonde haired girl, who Lorna knew was a boy. "Here you go Timothy, please turn around." Sally asked him as she attached a pink ribbon choker around his neck and secured it. Timothy did not want to accept the ribbon, but for some reason his will resisted his attempts to stop himself from curtseying and accepting it and then kissing the girl on the cheeks with his lefty leg lifting up behind him as he did. "What a faggot!" Daryl snarled as he watched the sissy boy accept the ribbon from the very good-looking young girl that was dressed like a Victorian schoolgirl. "Now then ladies and girls, we come to the most important part of our initiation ceremony," Agatha began. "As you all know, coming to terms with your punishment is hard enough, but as you have all learned insolence, bad language and disrespect towards your elders and keepers... Is not tolerated! Ever since the first day this institute for correctional behaviour was opened we have laid down a strict code for all our interns. And that is to stamp out any misbehaviour swiftly and quickly." Just then the double doors of the approach opened and Emily wheeled in a hospital trolley. Behind her were Nurse Sheila and two more nurses who pushed in two smaller trolleys. It was not the sight of nurses and hospital equipment that made Timothy and the other four young men look more nervous and scared than they had been, for it was the sight of their fellow inmate Shane - strapped naked to the trolley firmly secured and gagged. "This is Shane Lowry and as the nursing staff have already had the unfortunate pleasure of this young man's vociferous and very un-gentleman like vocabulary. It saddens me to have to show the other interns the punishment for displaying the traits of an ill mannered young man!" Agatha motioned for the trolley to brought centre stage. Shane had no way of knowing where he was for his blindfold had been left right until the moment he was positioned in the auditorium. He knew he was naked, for he had been ever since he had regained consciousness, but the fact that he was now naked and strapped to a trolley in front of an audience of young girls, caused him to refrain from his struggles. 'Fucking hell it's wall to wall pussy!' he thought to himself as he looked around him as far as he could stretch. 'An they've given me pole position for them to see me cock!' Shane's pride in his manhood was never gonna embarrass him and Agatha and Cook always liked their example to be so well hung, for they knew that the emotional riptide their small operation gave the recipient only added to their own transgression as well as their fellow interns. "Shane welcome, I am Miss Agatha your Governess and I would like to explain to you why you have an audience," Agatha stood over the young man, motioning to Emily to bring his head and his legs up to the desired level for his initiation. As his head rose he soon realised that his feet where in stirrups that also rose up with his head. Finally the trolley had positioned him at such an angle that he was now only two feet away from his clean-shaven genitals. Just then the head Nurse, who he had heard being referred to as Sheila, moved in between the gap of his legs. For the first time in his life he felt vulnerable, but his stoic resolve and attitude still caused him to view his predicament as a statement at how manly he was and desperately he tried to get his cock hard for the nurse, mainly to embarrass the woman. However as Nurse Sheila grabbed a hold of his flaccid cock, he realised that he had no feeling in his crotch it was totally numb. 'You bitch, you've given me something to make it look like I can't get it up for a girl!" he thought and muffled through his gag. 'When I break free of this place I'm gonna tie you up like this and fuck your arse you bitch!" "Now as you girls can see, the reason for this young man's terrible attitude is here," Agatha pointed straight towards Shane's testicles. "And girls what do we do with such useless appendages such as these?" "WE GET RID OF THEM!" the entire hall erupted with a cheer. All six interns faces changed to one of horror, especially Shane's and hanging upon everyone of their faces was the look of 'Is she joking, this is a joke right?" Agatha hushed the audience with her hands and turned to face Nurse Sheila. "Slice him!" she smiled wickedly. Emily brought the desperately struggling Shane's head up further so he could watch his own castration close up. Nurse Sheila looked up at the poor arrogant young man's plea for mercy on his sweat laden and horrified face as she pushed his flaccid cock right back to expose his clean- shaven ball sack. Then taking hold of a scalpel from the tray besides her she softly took hold of his right testicle and began kneading it softly. "Oh I bet you were proud of these?" she smiled up at him. Shane in a last desperation to admit his behaviour was very uncalled for tried in vain to will the nurse not to continue with the threat to his genitals, but the next move she did brought a flood of tears streaming down his face. Nurse Sheila calmly and very delicately sliced into his ball sack and as blood flowed into the tray below his scrotum, it was followed swiftly by two testicles. Applause rung round the auditorium as another young hoodlum was given the final antidote to his years of testosterone aided troubles. Darryl and Craig threw up as they witnessed their fellow inmate's castration while William and Gary could only stand opened mouthed as they watched Shane's testes slide into the tray. Lorna could see every one of the young men's hopes and dreams of escape evaporate as she smiled gratifyingly to herself. However for Timothy the sight of the procedure, which had originally caused him to wince, suddenly took on a whole new meaning for him. Shane was in no doubt a bully and all during the trip to this institution had ridiculed him on how scrawny and how weak he looked. The others had also joined in with several of their own assessments of his looks and to make matters worse along with the thought of spending the next year or so in their company, they all regarded him as faggot. Something he had had to put up with all of his teenage life. Yet in one way, he had been pleased when the woman called Cook had taken him to a different part of the building, for it spared him the ridicule he would no doubt have faced if he had been forced to expose his very small genitals to the others. However as he watched Shane's testicles swimming in the tray of blood, he realised that all those years of bullying that not only his stepfather and other boys had heaped upon him were finally going to end. For something in the back of his mind was telling him that he was now the one who was going to have the edge in the group. Moving his hand up to feel the pink ribbon choker around his neck, Miss Olsen's hypnotic suggestions were finally beginning to take control of his thoughts, making him realise that pleasing the elders of the institute would only ever bring him rewards - not ridicule. Chapter Four: After Shock Timothy awoke with a yawn; his mind was still awash with the shock of witnessing Shane's castration. However as much as he wondered how they could be aloud to do such a thing, he somehow felt justification in what they had done. Pulling back his pink duvet, he stepped out of bed and looked over to the solitary chair in his room. Lying upon it was an item of clothing that was totally new to him and for some reason compelling. Walking up to it he picked it up and as he unfolded it he realised that it was a white cotton Victorian laced chemise combination. Instantly he threw off his nightgown, however as he opened it and began to step into it, he realised that he had to shower and wash before he did. Opening his door he suddenly remembered that as he was the prefect he was the only one who actually had a room to himself, for as he stepped out of his room he walked into the dormitory where the rest of his fellow inmates were all sleeping. Unbeknown to him, the main reason he was in the room was because of the hidden speakers that secretly relayed his and what would be all of their new chosen paths. A small thrill ran down his spine as he realised that he was standing naked in a room full of boys and that it was his duty to wake everyone of them up. Eagerly he clapped his hands and woke them all up and then with a very girlish giggle he skipped into the shower at the far side of the dormitory. One by one the other four boys awoke, however they did not wake with the same enthusiasm as their prefect, for they all immediately looked over to the bed that would have contained Shane. All four of them still suffering from the shock of what their new prison governess had done to him. "Good morning!" Timothy stepped out of the shower room drying his wet body with a pink towel. "Don't forget to wash and brush your teeth and when you have finished with your towel place it in the linen basket provided!" Daryl and Gary both looked up at their chosen prefect with a scowl on their face. Both of them wanted to tell their faggot prefect to go fuck himself, but their attention was drawn to the rather unmistakable actions he was doing. For Timothy was actually playing with his nipples as he stood telling them what to do. "And when you have all washed and showered you will all find a cute little chemise outfit in your wardrobe to wear," he smiled and skipped into his room. Although he had not been aware of his actions in front of the other boys, when he entered his room a sudden shiver caressed his body, for he realised that he was rubbing his nipples because they were actually itching. Shrugging his shoulders he moved over to his chemise and stepped into it, but then remembered that he first had to put on his black cotton stockings because the length of the chemise's knickers went down to just above his knees. Tying his stockings in place he then stepped eagerly into the chemise and as he pulled it up his body and slipped his arms into it, he realised that the unbuttoned crotch of the garment would not sit properly over his genitals. All four boys in the dorm wanted to scream as they saw their new underwear. Yet as they all silently looked at the garment, it was plain to see from their look that they knew what their punishment would be if they did not conform like their faggot of a prefect had done. Excitedly Timothy stepped out of his room, the heels of his ankle boots drawing attention to his arrival to all four of his fellow inmates. "Oh Daryl come here I'll show you how it's done!" he smiled as he waltzed over to the nearest of the confused boys. Daryl was totally stunned as Timothy pulled the material up onto his body and then without any hesitation tucked his shaven genitals into place and buttoned up his crotch. Then with all the other three standing equally shocked, Timothy then laced up the top of his chemise. "There you go silly, that's how it's done!" he finished fluffing up the lace on Daryl's shoulders. Daryl wanted to tear the garment from his body and punch his gay prefect in the face, but the thought of the Governess's retribution stopped him from responding, so instead he gritted his teeth and accepted the help with a grunt. "Now any other you boys need a hand?" Timothy asked with his hands on his hips. All three boys declined their prefect's help as they all hurriedly put on their underwear. Just as the last of the boys had finished, Timothy then told them to make their beds ready for their chosen elder's inspection at 8AM. "Quickly she will be here any moment now," Timothy once again helped Daryl, this time to make up his bed. Then with several minutes to spare he disappeared into his room. Within a minute he reappeared and stood next to Daryl smiling. Daryl could feel his fellow inmates eyes all staring at him as Timothy kept pruning at his chemise and to make things worse, Timothy's sweet perfume was beginning to attach its self to him as well. Then with total embarrassment leading his mind he was just about to lash out at his prefect when the dorm door opened wide and three elders entered the room. Instantly Timothy curtseyed as they all entered the room. "Excellent Timothy, you have done a great job!" Miss Agatha smiled at the sight of all four boys dressed in their chemises with her chosen prefect curtseying so effeminately alongside them. "Now then girls this is Miss Katie and Miss Lorna. Miss Katie is your assigned Elder, but Miss Lorna is learning how we train all you young men to respect people and their property!" Miss Agatha looked at every one of the young men. "OK let's all get in line, for today is going to be a very long one for all of you!" Miss Katie clapped her hands. Timothy grabbed a firm hold of Daryl's hand and pulled him into the centre of the room. Daryl hated the way that Timothy had started to attach himself to him and as much as he wanted to show the rest of the guys that he was not gay like Timothy, he had to do what his prefect made him. Slowly the other three young men stood in line. "Good, now a most important rule to remember here is that your chosen prefect was chosen because of his qualities and obvious leadership. And as Miss Agatha has already told you Timothy here is your prefect. Now the responsibilities of a prefect are to report to us on any misconduct made by the rest of you... And as all of you have already seen the punishment we dish out to anyone who does not conform to our wishes it can be very severe. So if you all wish to keep your balls intact... You will do as your Elders ask and more importantly you will also obey your prefect's wishes too, for he is only relaying our wishes to you." Miss Katie finished. "Thank you Miss Katie," Miss Agatha began to clap. Instantly Timothy followed his Governess and in doing so prompted Daryl to follow suit. Slowly all the other boys joined in the applause for their Elder Miss Katie. "Now then I don't want to appear too petty but I must admit none of you have been watching my darling Timothy, because if you had, you would all have known that when an Elder walks into the room or addresses you... You curtsey!" Miss Agatha reminded the group. Straight away Timothy dropped into a curtsey and pulled Daryl with him. Daryl wanted to drag his arm away from the faggot and could not wait until he got him on his own, cause he had decided that by the end of the day he was going to beat the little gay fucker up. Timothy just could not understand why Daryl seemed so touchy, after all girls where always helping one another out and holding each other's hands and as he was beginning to feel so much like a girl, he just could not fathom Daryl's attitude. With the Elder's speeches all done and all of the boys having curtseyed or at least attempting to, Timothy led his group out into the corridor and followed Miss Katie and Miss Lorna to the first of their gruelling lessons in etiquette. Miss Katie took the group to a room that contained just three chairs and a bookcase. Entering the room Miss Katie clapped her hands and arranged her group in a row and then pulled a chair right out into the middle of the large wooden floored room, whereupon she motioned for Lorna to take a seat. "Now then who wants to go first?" she asked the group. "Please Miss Katie may I?" Timothy curtseyed brightly. Once again the other four boys all looked at their prefect with contempt. "Good... Timothy you shall be the first. Now if you would like to take a book and place it on your head and walk around the room once without dropping it. Then I want you to try and sit down upon the chair as gracefully as possible. Timothy skipped excitedly over to the bookcase where he placed a book on his head and began to make his way around the room. The sound of his heels upon the wooden floor seemed to spur him on as he covered the room completely dropping the book only once as he did. However it was the way that he sat down upon the chair that caused the other four new young interns to grimace with embarrassment, for he sat down very perfectly with his knees together and his hands perched upon them. By the time dinnertime arrived Lorna had witnessed the strain walking like a woman had on all the boys, for they all held their backs as they made their way out of the room. Timothy as expected was the only one who enjoyed the lesson and Lorna could see the hatred the other boys felt towards his very sudden emergence in being feminine. Miss Katie explained to her that everything Timothy did was devised to make the remainder of the group despise him and although she wanted to explain the reasons, she told Lorna that tomorrow would explain a little more to her. Dinnertime saw all of the boys having to take centre stage once again as they were paraded in front of all the other girls who were at the estate. Timothy once again led the way by showing all the other boys how to eat their small lettuce sandwiches. Lorna had to contain her laughter as she saw the complete look of disgust on the four young men's faces as they looked upon their small meal. With lunch over Miss Katie took them back to the room to continue with their training for the day. Then with training over Miss Katie led them all back to their dormitory telling them that they all had to shower before they got dressed for bed. During a toilet break Daryl and Gary had decided that they would both roughen up their sissy inmate and make sure that he never embarrasses them or any of the others again. However any plans Daryl had of retribution was lost as they entered their dormitory, for lying on the extra bed was Shane dressed in the same night-gown as they all had to wear. "Oh it looks as though you have a new room-mate!" Miss Katie remarked upon seeing the figure of a boy curled up on the bed asleep. "Well the rest of you will have to be quite while Shane sleeps, so I think it would best if Timothy helped all of you to shower singularly." "Thank Miss Katie!" Timothy curtseyed as he skipped off to his room to undress. Daryl and Gary both turned their heads up to face their Elder. "Do you two have a problem?" Miss Katie asked the two disgusted looking interns as she went over to check on Shane. "Err... Yes Miss?" Daryl suddenly found the courage to speak. "Yes... What is it?" "Well it's like this Miss... Timothy is err... Well I feel rather uneasy having Timothy showering and washing me Miss?" Daryl finally found his words, with Gary, William and Craig all nodding in unison. "Why?" "Well he's queer Miss!" Gary made his concerns felt. "Queer? What do you mean by that?" "Well he's so... You know!" Daryl tried to explain. "So what? Explain yourselves this instant!" she demanded. "He's a faggot and a cocksucker Miss!" Craig finally blurted out. "Well let's ask Timothy shall we?" All four boys looked at one another and nodded in unison. "Timothy would you please join us dear!" Miss Katie called out. "Yes Miss Katie," Timothy appeared instantly, minus his chemise, and curtseyed. "Timothy these boys tell me that you are a faggot are you?" "No Miss Katie I am not!" he replied with another curtsey. "Well boys, does that answer your question?" Miss Katie asked the boys. "Look Miss he is gay and I don't like gays!" William sounded his concerns. "Timothy please tell your fellow interns who and what you are!" "Yes Miss Katie," he curtseyed once again. "My name is Timothy Sanderson and I am the group prefect!" "And why are you here?" "I am here so you Elders can help me achieve my wish to be able to return to society a better person Miss Katie," he curtseyed a reply. "And are you gay?" "No I am not Miss Katie," he curtseyed again. "There you go, Timothy is not gay. So lets disperse with all this nonsense cause I'm sure none of you would like to go through the punishment Shane here received do you?" All four boys nodded in agreement and all tried desperately to curtsey in case their group Elder decided to carry out the threat. "Good now get undressed quietly and one by one you will let Timothy show you how to shower properly. And just one more thing... Daryl and Gary every room in this institute has cameras so if you do decide to rough young Timothy up I'd think about Shane's position OK!" Daryl and Gary both looked down at the floor with embarrassment at their little plan being overheard and dejectedly moved over to their beds and began t