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TWELVE It was a cold, wet November morning and Neil walked alone to work. The weather had been bad for weeks and his battered old coat barely kept him dry. He passed the empty playground, the park and the cemetery. The leaves on the trees had turned golden, then withered and died on the branches. He arrived, said hello to his colleagues, put on his paper hat and slapped the first beef patty onto the grill. His mind swirled and chattered to itself as he began the dismal task before him. Everything had gone wrong in the last six months. He'd failed his exams. All that extra work had been for nothing. What's more his mother had lost her job. She spent her days looking forlornly out of the front window. Even Mrs Wilberforce had let her down. One day in August, she had abruptly stopped all her charity work and disappeared from society. Apparently it had something to do with Clarissa. They'd heard all manner of wild rumours, but no-one seemed to know what had happened. Neil ripped open the bag of fries and tipped them into the oil. His was their only source of income. It kept their heads above water but there was no money left over for anything. And it seemed there was no way out. His mum had stopped even trying to find work and would barely speak to him some days. Her hopes had been pulled out from under her and she just couldn't get up again. He'd done everything to try and cheer her up. He'd even dressed up as Juliette but she'd just sneered at him and told him not to be so immature. That had really hurt and a tear came to his eye even now, as he thought of it. Sometimes, when she was out, Neil would sneak into her room and pull out the old red dress, put it on, and pretend things were back the way they were. But he did it guiltily and didn't dare let her catch him. The day passed like any other and he trudged home with his head down. He walked in the front door without a word and went blindly through to the kitchen. His mum looked up at him with a smile. He was astonished. Then he looked across the table and saw Mrs Wilberforce. THIRTEEN "How have you been Neil?" "Alright, I guess." "Pauline's been telling me you've had a hard time of it." "Yeah, I didn't do too well at school." "I'm sorry, I know you tried." Neil glanced over at his mum, who was looking at Mrs Wilberforce a little too keenly. "How's Clarissa," he asked, "I heard she was ill." "Yes, very ill, poor dear. It's why I've been away so long." "Is she going to be alright?" "She's on the mend. We were really scared for her at one point." "We're going to be working on the charity again," said Pauline. "It's such a relief." "I know how hard it's been for you two and I know it's silly, but I feel a little responsible." "No," said Pauline, "of course not." "Hopefully I'll have more to tell you soon. I just came over to let you know what's happening." "Well thank you," said Pauline, "it's a load off my mind." Mrs Wilberforce finished her cup of tea and got up to leave. Neil fetched her coat for her. "Why thank you Neil, you're such a nice young man. Maybe I can help you out sometime? With work, college? Have you given it any thought?" "Not yet. The last few months..." "Of course. Do try to think though, it's such a shame to see a good person go to waste." "I will. Say hi to Clarissa for me. And if there's anything I can do to help her..." Mrs Wilberforce looked at him a little strangely for a moment. "Of course dear, I'll let you know." Then she unfolded her umbrella and stepped out into the rain. ***** Neil was aware of an immediate change come over his mother. Her face seemed somehow lit up, her voice a little higher, her movements more purposeful. She hummed as she began to tidy up the kitchen, which had been uncharacteristically dirty for some time. She seemed to notice him again and she wanted to talk. "She's just wonderful, isn't she?" "Yes mum, she is." "Don't 'yes mum' me. Where would we be without her? Answer me that." "We're not out of the woods yet." "Don't be such a pessimist Neil. We've turned a corner, I'm sure of it." "I'm glad you're happy..." some well of emotion was rising inside of Neil and his lip began to quiver. "Oh mum! I was so scared. I thought you'd never snap out of it!" She came straight over and hugged him tight. "Neil I'm so so sorry. I didn't know. I didn't think. I..." She looked him in the eye. "Never again. I promise. Never again." Neil began to help with the task of making the house sparkling clean. It was hugely symbolic for both of them; a fresh start, with the old problems swept away. After a while, Neil became aware that his mum was looking at him out of the corner of her eye. She had a funny look on her face. "Mum?" "So Neil... do you think Juliette might want to join us?" Neil tried for a moment to contain his joy at this remark, but gave it up. He all but ran to his mother's wardrobe and pulled out the red dress. FOURTEEN They saw Mrs Wilberforce again sooner than they expected. She called a week later and asked to see them both at her manor. It was Maggie, the junior maid who let them in. She was very subdued and there was an unmistakeably sombre atmosphere in the house. A terrible thought occurred to Neil. "Oh God mum, you don't think..." She read his thoughts. "I don't know. I hope not." Mrs Wilberforce met them in the study. She wore a black dress and jacket and had a expression of deep sobriety. "Good morning," she said, "thank you both for coming." Neil and his mum glanced at each other as they sat down. "I'm afraid I have some bad news. You remember Doris?" "Oh my," said Pauline. "I'm afraid she's passed on." A look of great relief came over Neil's face. Mrs Wilberforce noticed it but made no comment. "That's such a shame," said Pauline. "Why, she'd been your housekeeper for what? Thirty years? Such a nice lady." "Yes, she was a wonder. We'll miss her terribly." Neil felt very awkward. He'd never met her. "Now." She continued, "The reason I asked you to come. First of all, Pauline; I've received a letter from Michael Osbourne. The fiscal projections are all done for our project, I'll be needing you to start work straight away." "Oh that's wonderful!" Pauline almost leapt out of her chair, but remembered what had happened and restrained herself. "That's such good news. Thank you." Mrs Wilberforce gave her a warm smile and turned to her son. "And Neil. I wondered if you might be interested in being our new junior housekeeper?" "What?" "I know it's a funny idea, but it would be a great help to me. You never know if you can trust strangers. And I thought maybe it would be an improvement on your situation?" "You mean, do it full time." "Yes. It would be nine to five plus a bit of overtime." "I really don't know." "You don't have to decide now. Just think about it - there's no rush." Mrs Wilberforce had a great deal to discuss with Pauline and Neil soon found himself at a loose end. He hung about for a bit, trying to take an interest but the ladies could see he was bored. "I tell you what Neil," said Mrs Wilberforce, "why don't you say hello to Clarissa? Maggie will show you up." ***** Clarissa's room was on the top floor of the big house. Maggie explained as they went up that Clarissa was very weak and she might not want to see him. "Don't take it personally," she said, "I'll just see how she is." Neil waited outside the door. He heard Maggie ask "Hi Clarissa, you've got a visitor. It's Neil, do you want to see him?" He was surprised that he couldn't hear a reply. He was expecting Maggie to tell him that she was asleep. Instead she told him to go right in. Neil almost crept into the room. It was painted in dark colours and the walls were covered in posters for various rock bands. There was every attempt to make the room punk, but the effect was ruined by the antique furniture and the faded elegance of the fixtures. The bay window in particular, looked like something out of a fairytale. Clarissa was laying propped up in bed reading a book. She was wearing a white cotton slip under a cream quilted dressing gown. Her hair was uncombed and sort of floated in a tangled frizz around her head and Neil was amazed to see her wearing glasses. As he came in, she turned her head to see, then looked at him over the lenses. "Hello pansy." The voice was weak and croaky. The smile told Neil she was pleased to see him. "Hi." "How've you been?" "Alright I guess. Well... not great to be honest." "Me neither." "I heard you'd been ill. Are you ok?" "I'm on the mend. That's what they say." "Do they?" "Yeah, I'm on the mend. Everything will be all right! That's what they keep saying. What do you think?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "Who does? I don't know what I'm talking about sometimes." "Isn't there anything your mum can do?" "Oh yeah. She does everything. I mean look at it!" She made an expansive gesture with her arm. Neil saw something in that flash of movement and suddenly he understood. Clarissa's tone changed to one of sardonic irony. "I mean, what more could a girl want?" Then she coughed, and coughed again, and suddenly she couldn't stop. Neil was panicked and didn't know what to do. It took him a moment to notice that Clarissa was pointing to a bottle on the dressing table. He poured her a glass of the tonic and she gulped it down. "Thanks pansy." She smiled at him. Neil bristled. "Are you sure you're alright?" "Yeah. Sorry to unload on you. I just... um... I don't get many visitors." "It's ok. I'll probably be here again pretty soon." "I'd like that." Clarissa paused and glanced downward for a moment. "I'm sorry about the way I treated you." "Well... Er..." "I really am. I wish to god I hadn't done it." "It... it doesn't matter now. It was a long time ago." "Still... I wish I could make it up to you." "You get better first." Clarissa smiled as if it was a compliment. "I will. I'll see you around." "Yeah, see you." Neil turned to leave and Clarissa asked him to leave the door open. He did this and walked out the room. He was in the doorway when he heard Clarissa say "Thanks... pansy." FIFTEEN Neil kept what he'd seen in Clarissa's room to himself, but it played on his mind all week. He didn't know why, but he felt responsible somehow. Meanwhile, his mother was over the moon and wouldn't stop talking about Mrs Wilberforce. As he expected, she kept mentioning the housekeeping job. "I know it's not ideal, but it can't be any worse than what you're doing now." "That's not the point mum." He dressed as Juliette a couple of times. It made his mum happy and took his mind off things. They even had a tea party together, something they hadn't done for years. It was on one such occasion that Mrs Wilberforce rang and asked to come over. "Of course, of course," Pauline sang, while Neil ran to his room to get changed. "Good evening Neil," she said when she arrived, "have you thought about the job?" "Yes Mrs Wilberforce. I'm not sure I can accept. I'd feel strange doing that job as a boy." "Well, had you considered doing it as Juliette? I'm sure you could pass as a girl." Neil was taken aback, both by what she said and by the casual manner in which she'd said it. "What? I mean you can't be serious." "I know it sounds a little strange, but consider it. Why shouldn't you dress as a girl, if that's what you want." "It isn't." There was a pause and Neil felt it incumbent upon him to speak again. "I mean I don't mind dressing... up, but in public? All the time? You must be joking." "If you don't want to Neil, that's fine. But let me make my offer. You'd be working nine to five as Juliette. There would be a little overtime at weekends, if we're entertaining for example. I'd provide all the clothes, shoes and so forth you would need to maintain the illusion. Your salary would be eighteen thousand pounds per annum with four weeks holiday. The other staff will be quite accepting, we've dealt with much, much stranger types than you over the years believe me. And of course if you're unhappy, you just have to give a fortnights notice and you can leave. Does that sound fair?" "I don't know..." Pauline leant forward. "Did you say eighteen thousand pounds?" "That's right." "That's an awful lot Neil." Neil was staring hard at the floor. His head was swimming. He felt trapped; by the offer, by his mother and by vague conflicting feelings he could not quite comprehend. He knew he should stand up and refuse but he had no words and no will to do so. From somewhere a warm and persuasive voice seemed to be saying: "Just say yes. Accept it. It's inevitable." Mrs Wilberforce touched his hand. I'll leave you to make your mind up. I know it's a hard decision, but I'll need an answer by the end of the week." "Alright," said Pauline, "we'll let you know. Thank you." As his mum showed her out, Neil began to regain some composure. He began to feel a little outraged. When his mum came back, he was ready to express it. "Well that was a joke." "I thought it was a very generous offer, Neil." "But expecting me to dress as a girl! What was she thinking?" "You dress as a girl all the time." Neil faltered. "But that's different. That's..." Pauline sighed. "Maybe you're right. Maybe it's time to forget all that and move on. You're getting a little old for that sort of thing." "Exactly!" "I'll just pack up all your old dresses and throw them out. Such a shame, I'll miss them." "Well..." "Maybe I'll take the blue one to a charity shop. Seems too nice to throw away." "You don't have to do that." "I'll miss Juliette, but at least I'll have the photos." "Mum no, wait..." "Yes Neil, is there something you wanted to say?" ***** Pauline picked up the phone triumphantly. "Hello, Mrs Wilberforce? Yes this is Pauline. I just rang to tell you that Juliette would love to take that job. Yes. Really? Right, she'll meet you at the manor Monday at nine o'clock. That's wonderful news. Thank you. Goodbye." SIXTEEN Neil arrived at the manor shivering in the November cold. His mum had insisted he go as Juliette and he wore the pale blue dress Mrs Wilberforce had given him all those months ago. But he had no coat; his old anorak was hardly suitable she said and besides, he'd only be outdoors for a moment. The open-topped blue shoes were tighter than he remembered and he shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other as they waited for someone to answer the door. Unusually, Mrs Wilberforce did so herself. "Good morning Juliette. Pauline. Come in." "Thank you." "My God Juliette, you must be freezing." "She doesn't have a coat yet." Pauline explained. "Well perhaps she can borrow one. Would you like a drink Pauline?" "No thank you. I should let you two get on." "Fair enough. I'll see you Thursday." "Yes, I can't wait to get started. Bye dear. Good luck." She gave Neil a peck on the cheek and left. Mrs Wilberforce took Neil into the grand sitting room. The fireplace was already lit up and they sat down beside it. "We'll have to find you some different clothes dear. You can hardly go shopping like that." "Shopping?" "Yes. We'll need to get you one or two things to help you pass as a girl. With staff and family you'll be alright but when we have guests..." Neil didn't like the sound of this. "What do you mean?" "We'll need to do something with your hair for instance." "My hair? Well I guess..." He ran his fingers up behind his ear. His hair was a little long for a boy; a bit like the Beatles in their heyday. "And we'll need to give you a more feminine silhouette. A padded bra and so forth." "Um... ok..." He was a little bit worried. He hadn't expected this at all. At that moment, Maggie arrived with the tea. She was wearing the usual grey tunic and white apron. She also wore a maid's cap on her tied-back auburn hair. Neil hadn't noticed before, but now he'd be wearing the same thing, he was suddenly interested. "Thank you Maggie," said Mrs Wilberforce. "Yes Ma'am. Will that be all?" "No. I actually wondered if I could ask a favour?" "Yes?" "Juliette and I are going into town for some shopping. I wondered if you had anything she could wear?" Maggie smiled. "I'm sure I could find something ma'am. Let me check my room." "Her room?" said Neil, after she'd left. "I didn't think she lived here." "We keep a room spare for when she has to work late. She keeps a few clothes and things there. You'll have one too. After all, your mum won't be able to pick you up every day." Neil hadn't thought of that either. He sat in his dress, sipping his tea from a cup and saucer, and wondered what he'd let himself in for. ***** The limousine glided through the traffic towards the town centre. Neil sat with Mrs Wilberforce in the back seat. Maggie had found him some suitable clothes: Black ladies slacks with flared ankles, a white roll neck sweater and her short red wool coat. "They don't fit properly," he'd complained. "They're cut for a girl dear," Mrs Wilberforce had said, "maybe they'll fit you better when we come home." Neil had blushed scarlet when she'd said that and his embarrassment was all the worse for having Maggie there to see it. Mrs Wilberforce had insisted he wear gloves which he toyed with now as she tried to make conversation. The gloves were of black wool and a little on the tight side whilst on his head was a cute cloche hat made of black felt. On the bright side, they'd found him more suitable shoes. It turned out Clarissa had the same size feet as Neil, and he'd borrowed a pair of flat-soled boots. The two of them stepped out into the shopping precinct. It was relatively quiet, being Monday morning, but there were enough people to make Neil distinctly uncomfortable. Mrs Wilberforce was a tall woman, taller than Neil, and her tweed jacket and high-crowned hat made her stand out in a crowd. He kept very close to her, though he refused to hold her hand, and kept his eyes down. "Here we are," she announced and indicated their destination. It was a stylish looking ladies salon. Mrs Wilberforce opened the door and held it for Neil to step through. He almost tiptoed inside, taking small steps, his hands raised to his waist as if clutching an imaginary handbag. The proprietor strode forward to meet them. "Caroline. So good to see you again," she said. "Hello Donna," said Mrs Wilberforce. "So this is our patient then." "Yes. This is Juliette." Neil stretched out a gloved hand and clasped the one she offered. "So nice to meet you Juliette. Don't worry," she said with a wink, "I've dealt with transgender people before." Neil opened his mouth to protest but thought better of it. "Thank you," he said, "I'm a little nervous." "We'll have you comfortable in no time. Come on through, we've got a private room out back." As they walked through the plush and distinctly feminine interior, Neil had a powerful urge to turn and run. Like it was his last chance to escape. SEVENTEEN "Neil, are you done yet?" "Coming." Neil stepped out of the cubicle in nothing but a pink slip, white dressing gown and his underpants. He slipped his feet into the slippers and walked across the cold white marble floor. If the salon was feminine, this back room was something else. The wall with the sinks was lined with mirror after mirror, each with a ring of light bulbs around the edge. The two adjacent walls were both covered with heavy, bright pink drapes. A light seemed to come from behind one of these and Neil wondered what was behind. He sat down on the big white leather chair. He lay back as the thing reclined so that he lay, almost horizontal, with his feet off the floor. "Now Juliette," said Donna, "I need you to get comfortable - we'll be here a while." "Ok. What are you going to do?" "First of all, I'm going to wash your hair. Just lay back and relax." Neil did as he was told and rather enjoyed himself. Donna softly massaged his scalp as she rubbed in shampoo, then conditioner, then rinsed. Finally, she worked through with a comb and a blow-drier until his hair was fresh, clean and ready. The chair was raised a little. "Now," said Donna, "Caroline has booked you in for a weave. Do you know what that is?" "No." "I'm going to sew in extensions to your hair. It'll be totally realistic, but it'll take some time." "How long?" "It depends. I'd pick up a magazine if I were you." "Here you are," said Mrs Wilberforce. She gave him a Cosmopolitan. Donna began combing out his hair in little tufts. She attached a clip to each and moved on. Neil became aware of her pulling and twisting his hair at the back. "Ow!" he said. "I'm just platting your hair round the back," Donna told him, "it gives me something to attach the extensions to." She combed and clipped and weaved for an hour or so while Neil read his magazine. He learned about how to tantalise a man on a first date, how to wear this year's winter fashion and how to deal with an overbearing mother-in-law. The last one he read with particular interest. Eventually, Donna stopped what she was doing, but the chair was pulled backward, not upright. "What's going on?" he said. "I'm going to dye your hair now," she replied, "so that the extensions match your natural colour." "Ok." Neil wondered how long this was all going to take. He sat back and waited, making idle chat with Donna while Mrs Wilberforce sat in the corner with a book, occasionally giving Neil a stern glance from across the room. Once the dye was put in, Donna loomed over his face. "The next thing we have to do is to thin down your facial hair." Neil looked up at her, astonished. "You're lucky that you don't have very much." "Really, you don't have to do that." "If you want to pass as a girl, it's very important." "I'm not comfortable with this. Let me..." "Wait," said Donna, as Neil began to get up, "you need to stay there till the dye has set." "Look I never agreed to..." "Juliette!" Mrs Wilberforce thundered, "if Miss Jared asks you to lie still, you'll lie still. Is that understood?" Both women were standing over him now and Neil was very aware that he was lying supine in front of them, semi-naked in a girl's slip. He was also more than a little turned on. "I... I just..." "Miss Jared is a trained professional. From now on you'll do exactly as she says. Is that understood?" "But I never..." "Is... That... Under... Stood?" "Yes Mrs Wilberforce." "Good. Donna, please continue." Donna smiled at Neil and began to attack his face with the strange, medical device. It was during this time that one of the other salon girls came into the room. "Oh hi Jane." "Hi Donna, is this Juliette?" "Yes. If you're ready can you prepare his legs for me please?" "What?" said Neil. "We're going to wax your legs of course." "Oh no." "Juliette!" warned Mrs Wilberforce. "Don't worry, it'll only hurt a little." "Please don't." "You can't be a girl with hairy legs." "I don't want to." "Juliette, you be quiet now." "Lots of girls have this done." "It feels warm." "That's normal." "Let me finish his face first Jane." "Ready?" "Yep." "OOOOWWWWW!!!" ***** Neil lay back, teary eyed and whimpering. He didn't feel too bad however, because Jane was rubbing lotion into his legs. "Is this better honey?" "Uh-huh." "That's a lot of hair to have off in one go. You're very brave." Neil could just see her smile of encouragement by looking down his chin. Then he lay back and stared at the ceiling. "One last thing Juliette," said Donna, "we have to pluck your eyebrows." Neil was too exhausted to resist. He just lay back and winced as Donna pulled out hair after hair. Eventually Donna washed the dye out of his hair and it was all over. The big chair was raised to a sitting position and swung round so that Neil could look in the mirror. He gasped. His brown Beatles mop had been replaced by a thick shiny, shoulder length mane. And that wasn't all. "You've dyed it blonde." "Yes. That's what I was asked to do." Neil turned to Mrs Wilberforce. "I thought you'd look better as a blonde," she said, "besides, if you don't like it we can always dye it back." Neil looked back in the mirror. His face was utterly smooth and his eyebrows were sculpted into two thin feminine arches. He really looked like a girl; he was amazed and horrified. Somewhere inside of him though, he was excited. You're pretty he thought vaguely, you're really pretty. "Juliette." Mrs Wilberforce was looking at him. She glanced sideways to where Donna and Jane were waiting for him. "Oh, thank you. It looks wonderful. Thank you very much." "You're welcome. Now, that weave will hold for a couple of months, after that you'll have to come back for another one. You'll probably need to get it dyed before then anyway, so we can do it then if need be. If you don't like your colour we can change it. It's all the same thing. Shall I give you our number?" "Sure." Neil wasn't really listening. He was still gazing at his reflection. "Thank you," said Mrs Wilberforce, "both of you. Now young lady," she said to Neil, "we have to get going. We have a lot more to fit into the day." EIGHTEEN The sign above the shop said 'La Beaute Classique' and the mannequins in the window were dressed in old-fashioned lingerie. Neil almost had to be pushed inside. His long blonde hair was falling over his face as he stumbled into the boutique. An elegant middle aged lady greeted them. "Caroline. Glad you could make it." "Hello Agatha. This is Juliette." The woman looked Neil over from behind a pair of half-rimmed glasses. Her black hair was tied tightly back in a chignon and she wore, Neil thought, a bit too much make-up. "Pleased to meet you Juliette. Please hang your coat up and we'll begin." She offered them a cup of tea whilst she worked. She measured Neil's legs, hips, waist and chest and began a consultation with the sales assistant. They came to an agreement. "We think, for his build, a B cup would be best." "Yes. And a girdle for his figure." "He needs some panties as well," said Mrs Wilberforce. "Very well. If you'd care to browse, we'll make the arrangements out back." Mrs Wilberforce took Neil's hand and led him around the racks of lingerie. "I think white would be most appropriate, but not too plain. These are nice." She indicated a frilly pair of french briefs with a delicate lace trim. Neil just nodded his head. He'd never been in a shop like this before and everywhere was something to stimulate and addle him. Bras, panties, stockings, nighties, corsets, garter belts and girdles; everything oozed femininity and sex. The shop ladies returned. "Have you finished?" "Yes, we'll take seven pairs of these please." "Very good. Would you come through, we're ready for you now." Mrs Wilberforce held back the curtain for Neil to walk through. Beyond was what he imagined a 'boudoir' was like. Everything was red and pink and black; the walls, the carpet, the velvet upholstered furniture, whilst the lighting tended to cast shadows into the corners of the room. Lit up in the centre were several mannequins dressed in garments both finished and unfinished. "We're going to fit you for a girdle," said Agatha, "so if you'd like to undress." "Is there a changing room?" "If you're uncomfortable I can ask the others to leave." "Um... ok." So Neil got undressed before this imposing middle-aged woman. He took off his shoes, his trousers, his sweater and stood there in his pants and socks. She looked over her glasses at him and held up the intended garment. "If you'd like to step into this please." He had to press his legs together to pull the girdle up him. He squeezed it over his hips and pulled it up to chest height. He looked down. At the top of the girdle were a pair of bra cups, filled with a flesh- coloured gel. "Let's straighten you out." said Agatha, walking round the front of him. She tugged and pulled, until the 'breasts' were where they should be and then got Neil to turn side on so she could do the thing up. It was tight. It flattened Neil's front and pushed out his ass. He noticed there was a little padding at the hips to give him a more feminine shape. "There," she said, "why don't you get dressed and show everyone how you look." He put the sweater and slacks back on and found that they now fitted him better. He tried walking up and down and found that the garment made him shorten his stride and stand with his legs closer together. He loved the feeling of the thing; it was like being hugged. "So Juliette, what do you think?" Neil looked in the mirror. He had the hair, the face and now the figure. For a moment, he forgot about the future and drank it all in. "I think it'll work. It looks good, doesn't it?" "It certainly does," said Mrs Wilberforce. "If you're happy that it's comfortable, we'll take it." "Certainly, how many of them would you like?" "That one, and four more I think." Four more, thought Neil, she's got more money than sense that woman. But he didn't turn round, he was too busy posing and prancing in front of the mirror. He pushed his chest out, his ass, he played with his hair; it was a fun game. "I think Juliette rather likes her new look." Neil remembered himself again and was immediately bashful. "I guess," he said, "they've done a really good job." "There's just one more thing; we need to take your new measurements." "Really? What for?" "For your uniform dear." "Oh, ok." Agatha held out the tape measure and began to work. "There's an outfitters not far from here. We'll go after lunch and after that, we can go shoe shopping." NINETEEN Mrs Wilberforce took Neil straight home. The nights were drawing in and he was relieved that it was already dark when the limousine pulled up outside his poky old house. The lights were on inside so Mrs Wilberforce said goodbye in the car. "I'll see you Wednesday dear," she said, "don't worry about the clothes, Maggie's got plenty." "Ok. Thank you Mrs Wilberforce." "I hope you had fun today. You seemed to be enjoying yourself." "Well..." Neil blushed once again. "I guess it doesn't hurt. Goodnight." "Goodnight Juliette." A feminine silhouette climbed out of the car and made its way unsteadily up the broken concrete path to the tatty wooden porch. It put the key in the lock and went inside. Pauline came out of the kitchen to see her son in the hallway, his hands full of shopping bags, blowing a lock of long blonde hair from his face. "Oh my God... Neil! I mean Juliette, what's happened to you?" "Mrs Wilberforce took me into town for a makeover. So I could pass as a girl." "You'll certainly do that! Are those hair extensions? Take off your coat so I can look at you." Neil unburdened himself and stood before her in his new two-inch pumps. She saw the realistic boobs, the changed shape of his hips and looking closer, the new eyebrows and the red marks on his face from the hair removal. "This is a lot more than I expected Neil. Are you sure you're ok with this?" "Um... I, I had fun today, but it's gonna be a problem later on... I don't know..." He looked at her sheepishly. "Mrs Wilberforce was very keen to, you know, do it properly. She must have spent a fortune." "Really? What did she say?" "Just that I needed to pass. She had everything planned out." "It seems like a lot of fuss. Where did you go?" Neil told her about his day. He showed her the special girdles, the shoes, the stuff they'd got for his hair, the waxing strips for his legs and to his great embarrassment; the panties. "She must have spent the best part of a thousand pounds. Why on earth would she..." Neil was looking unhappily at her. "Mum, I'm tired. Can we do this tomorrow?" "Ok darling. Do you want some dinner? It won't be long." "That'd be nice. Do you need some help?" "No. You can put those bags in your room though." "Ok." "And Neil?" "Yeah?" "If there was something wrong, you'd tell me wouldn't you?" "Of course." There was a note of surprise in his voice. "I know... I'm sorry Neil, this is just a bit of a shock." He picked up the bags and took them to his room. Pauline called after him; "Neil, can you fetch the scissors while you're there?" "Sure." "Thank you darling. I'm sorry to be so suspicious Neil, I'm just..." "Mum?" "Yes dear?" "Can you call me Juliette?" She looked at him hard for a moment, then her face broke from shock to delight. Impulsively, she reached over and hugged him tight. "Oh Juliette, what was I thinking?" "It's alright." "I've still got a few things to do for dinner, do you want to help?" "I'd love to mummy." He went over to where the aprons were hung up. Tying it quickly at the back he walked alongside his mother and began to peel the potatoes. They were quiet for a moment. "You know," said Pauline, after a while. "That Mrs Wilberforce is a wonderful woman, just wonderful." TWENTY Neil's uniform wouldn't be ready until Wednesday so he had the Tuesday to himself. Looking the way he did, he didn't fancy going outdoors so he mooched about the house all day. It occurred that this would continue to be a problem for him and he spent a while thinking about how to get round it. But his thoughts weren't that practical for long. He found himself dreaming about a new life far away, sometimes as Neil, sometimes as Juliette. Then, when he looked in the mirror, he realised that he'd always dreamed about those things. He hadn't got dressed all morning, but now he couldn't put it off any longer and he couldn't shake the idea of wearing one of his girdles. Should he or shouldn't he? He spent almost an half an hour deciding. In the end, he decided he ought to, so he could get used to it, for work. It was still a struggle to squeeze it up his body and on his own, even more of a struggle to do it up, but he managed it. It was less comfortable than he remembered it. He pulled his old red dress over his head and looked at himself in the mirror. The dress was cut for a girl several years younger than him and was very tight over his new breasts; to Neil they looked huge. He also noticed that they were pointing off to the left. No wonder he was uncomfortable! He took his dress off and started to make adjustments. He was still pulling and fiddling when his mum came home. "Neil, are you in?" she called. "Yes... just a minute." She heard the strain in his voice. "Is everything alright dear?" "Yes, I'm just finishing something." "Are you sure?" Without thinking, Pauline opened the door and saw her son, in ladies panties, struggling with the girdle and the false breasts. He looked round at her. "Oh Juliette," she said with a smile, "what am I going to do with you?" "Mum!" said Neil as she walked into his room. "Let me give you a hand." She came over and started to tug at the difficult garment. "I think it would help if you borrowed my full-length mirror." "I guess." "Hold still Juliette!" Neil sighed. He'd soon be seventeen and now he was being dressed by his mother. ***** "Hold still Juliette!" "Mum, get off! I can do this myself." "You're going to be late for work." "There's plenty of time, look!" He indicated the clock. "That's no time at all. You've still got to get dressed, do your hair, your make-up." "Make-up!" "This is your first day. You want to make a good impression don't you?" She tugged again at the girdle. "No one said anything about... Ow!" "Girls wear make-up Juliette. What did you expect?" "I still don't need help getting dressed." "We're almost done. I think that looks about right, don't you?" Neil turned back and forth in front of his mum's full length mirror. His hair was wet and frizzy and the morning was still written all over his face, but his shape seemed about right. "I think that'll do." "It'll have too," said his mum, doing up the last of the clips. "Now sit down while I brush your hair." "I think I can brush my own hair." "Then why haven't you? Now you're a girl you'll have to take better care of yourself. You can't just jump out of the bath and get going anymore." Neil sighed. "Yes mummy." "Good girl. Now hold still, you've let this get all knotted." Neil winced and looked at the clock. In an hour he'd be dressed up, miles from home, starting a new job as Juliette. TWENTY-ONE Neil arrived at the manor in his shopping costume. The only difference was the frilly white panties he wore underneath it all. His neat blonde hair framed his round, subtly made-up face and his black-gloved hands held a matching clutch purse. Within were tubes of lipstick and concealer. "You can still see the marks from the hair removal," his mum had said, "just keep an eye on the mirror, in case something rubs off." He was annoyed, he didn't want to think about things like that. He rang the bell for a second time. He'd been waiting a while and Neil wondered what was keeping them. He stood in the drizzle and shivered. He adjusted his hat to try to keep the rain off his hair. Where were they? Finally the door opened. It was Maggie who'd answered it and when Neil saw her, his mouth dropped. She wore a black french maid's costume, with petticoats and stockings, and a short ruffled apron over the bodice and the skirt. On her face she wore an expression of sardonic irony. "I guess this is your fault, is it?" "What do you mean?" "Our new uniforms arrived yesterday." ***** It turned out that the Wilberforces had gone out for the morning and aside from Maggie and the gardener, the house was empty. Maggie showed him through to the kitchen and put the kettle on. "I'm as shocked as you are Juliette," she said. "You don't mind me calling you Juliette?" "No, it makes sense." "Madam says she has important guests coming to stay and we need to keep up appearances." "You don't think it's really because of me do you?" "No! Why do you say that?" "I don't know. It's just..." He ran a lock of blonde hair through his fingers. Maggie understood. "She really went all out on that didn't she? Why'd you go through with it?" "I like it, I guess. It all just kept coming and coming... it was easier just to go along with it." "Not many boys would say that." "I know. That's what worries me." Maggie patted his hand. "You can always change your mind. And you can trust the people here. Like the time... Has anyone told you about Antoine?" They chatted awhile and finished their tea. Eventually, it was time to get changed. "Come with me, I've made up one of the guest rooms for you." Neil followed her through the big house. His room was on the third floor and it was a long walk. He struggled a little with his heels on the staircases. They came to a door which Maggie unlocked. "Here's your key," she said, "best to lock up when we have guests." Neil's first thought was that it was a girl's room but Maggie explained that they were all like that. The bed was double size with a wrought iron frame and made up with white linen. There was a wardrobe and a dressing table and a wash basin. The room was decorated with floral pattern wallpaper and dark pink curtains with all the trimmings. On the wall was a painting of two victorian ladies walking through a field of sunflowers. Neil curled his lip a little. "I'll leave you to get dressed. If you need a hand I'll just be down the hall." The maid's dress was laid out on the bed, along with a pair of stockings and a few things Neil didn't recognise at first. One was the white cap of course, the other he realised, was a garter belt. He supposed he ought to put that on first. He undressed and tried to pull it up under his girdle to his waist. He had to unclip the bottom of the thing to get it there but managed it without any help. Next were the stockings. He sat on the bed, rolled them into an 'o' and dipped his toe into the hole. Then with both hands, he eased the hose up and over his leg, keeping it tight all the way. It was an enjoyable sensation. Finally he clipped the garters into place and started on the other one. Next came the petticoats. They were in three layers, all attached to an elastic waistband, and were pulled up over the girdle. He was surprised how much they stuck out. He picked up the dress. For a moment he stood there, holding it up and just looking at it, like he couldn't work it out. Then he realised; the collar was at the front but the dress fastened at the back. Neil thought this ridiculous and he rolled his eyes to himself. The waist was too thin to go over his shoulders, so he had to take off the petticoats and step into the dress and pull it up, then put his arms through the sleeves before pulling it down again. Then he had to pull it back up to put the petticoats back on. Neil sighed with exasperation; it used to take him ten minutes to get ready for work, now with the hair, the make-up, the clothing... it seemed to take hours. Was he really going to have to do this every day? Eventually, he finished and went out to find Maggie. He took a good long look in the mirror and felt really proud of himself. He'd done a good job. Maggie heard him call and stepped out of a room, a can of polish still in her hand. "What do you think?" said Neil, holding his skirts. "Not bad, give us a twirl." Neil turned his back on Maggie then kept going. When he faced her again he saw immediately that her expression had changed. "What?" he said. "Oh babe, you've buttoned your dress all wrong." "What do you mean?" "Here, let me fix it." Neil turned round feeling a little sour; it was the second time someone else had dressed him that day. "You missed the first button," Maggie explained, "so all the others are out one." "Are you done?" "Hold on, I'll just re-tie your apron." "My apron?" "Uh-huh. Do you know how to tie a bow?" Neil seethed a little and Maggie saw him. "I'm sorry, you'll get the hang of it soon, I promise." "So am I ready now?" "There's just one thing." She smiled mysteriously. "How are you wearing your stockings?" "With the belt. I attached the clips and..." "I mean, did you wear the garters over your panties or under them?" "Over them..." "So how are you going to use the toilet?" "Oh bollocks!" said Neil, and stomped back to his room to finish getting dressed. TWENTY-TWO They spent the morning doing light housework. The Wilberforces were back around one and they were expected to have a lunch prepared for when they got home. Maggie prepared it whilst Neil set the table. He hummed a tune to himself as he fetched the silver cutlery, the mats, the glasses and the plates and put them on the table. It looked silly, setting the enormous dining room table for two and he thought about how his mum would just love the idea. With that done, he went to see if Maggie needed a hand in the kitchen. She handed him a bowl of pasta salad to take through and started on the sandwiches. He watched her bring them through on a silver platter and admired how she carried them, steady as a rail, with one hand. They were in the dining room when they heard the door. Neil followed Maggie through to the front hall where they met Mrs Wilberforce, Clarissa and a man Neil had never seen before. "Good afternoon Margret," said Mrs Wilberforce. "Good morning ma'am." Maggie dropped a little curtsey and, without being asked, stepped forward to help her with her coat. "This is Mr Rogers. He'll be joining us for lunch." "Very good, ma'am." "Hello Juliette. How's your first day been?" "Fine thank you ma'am." Neil was a little discomforted by the way Clarissa was looking at him; her eyes wide, mouth open, a huge grin all over her face. She looked like a child at the circus. "Good. You'll settle in in no time, I'm sure. Mr Rogers, if you'll like to follow me..." Maggie disappeared after them, leaving Neil alone with Clarissa. "So Juliette," she said, grinning, "you're gonna be my little housemaid after all!" "I'll be working for your mum, if that's what you mean." "You don't have to be so tetchy. I think it suits you." "It's just a job." "It's a bit more than that." "What's it to you?" "That's no way to speak to your employer. Is it pansy?" "I don't have to take this," said Neil and began to walk away. Clarissa cleared her throat. "Juliette, aren't you going to help me with my coat?" Neil stopped and realised he had to do it. "Alright," he sighed and walked over to her. "Tut tut. Not very professional is it? Shall we try that again? Juliette, would you help me with my coat?" Neil sighed again. "Of course ma'am." "Thank you Juliette." Clarissa turned and wriggled her way out of the sleeves of her coat. Neil hung it up. "Will that be all ma'am?" "Yes Juliette, you may go." "Right." He turned to leave but Clarissa pulled him back again. "Wait. Is that how Maggie behaves at work? You need to work on your manners." "What should I do?" "Curtsey." "Curtsey?" "Curtsey." "Ok. Will that be all ma'am?" "Yes, thank you Juliette." "Very good ma'am," Neil curtseyed, a little deeper than he needed to, and left the room. As soon as he was out of sight, he waved his tensed arms in the air and screamed silently; if nothing else, Clarissa really knew how to wind him up. ***** After they'd cleared the table and had a little lunch themselves, Maggie told Neil that Clarissa wanted to see him in her room. Neil went up the stairs, still irritated, and hoped she had calmed down. "You called ma'am?" "Hello Juliette, come in." Clarissa was sitting sideways at her desk, leaning on it. "Thank you ma'am." He curtseyed a little. Clarissa put her hand to her mouth to stop herself laughing. Neil stood and looked at her with raised eyebrows "I know, I know. It's just so funny." "Are you ok?" "Yeah, it's been a good morning. Met some new people." "That's good." "Yeah. How you finding work?" Neil indicated his dress. "This was a bit of a shock. But it's alright." Clarissa laughed again and toward him. "When I saw that, I thought my mum had gone..." She stopped mid-sentence as her jumper caught on the edge of her desk. The arm was pulled right back to the elbow, revealing the white bandages around her wrist. Neil saw her face switch from blithe confidence to an almost animal fear and she pulled the sleeve down quickly. She stared at him with eyes full of resentment. "It's ok," said Neil, "I know." "Know what?" she spat. But there was no lying about it. "Who told you?" "No-one. I saw when I was here last. Remember how you waved your arms?" "Oh..." "I didn't tell anyone." "Really?" Her voice was soft and timid now and she looked at Neil imploringly. "Of course not. Not even my mum." She looked at him distrustfully for a moment then, seeing the genuine concern on Neil's face, stood up to stand close to him. "Thank you," she said. Neil smiled at her and they looked deeply into each others eyes. Both of them wondered what the other was thinking. It was Clarissa who broke it off. "Listen. I um... I called you up here so you could help me study." "Study?" "Yeah, mum's got me doing all my exams by post. Wants me to go to university." "You at university?" "Uh-huh. I'm quite the nerd." She pulled out her glasses and put them on. "See?" Neil laughed. "Ok. Now I believe you." "So... I need you to help organise my notes. Put them all in order for me. That ok?" "Sure." "Good. But first be a doll will you? Go fetch us some coffee?" Neil returned with two cups in his hand. Clarissa was standing on a chair, getting a file down from the top of the wardrobe. "Drinks," he said. "Uh-huh. Pop it on the coffee table will you?" Neil turned and put the cups down, bending right over to do so. He could feel Clarissa watching him as he did, but didn't catch her. "You know I was right," she said, "you really do make a pretty girl." Neil looked up, fixed her with a cool stare and pushed his skirts down meaningfully. "Thanks," he said. Clarissa started laughing and had to turn away for a moment. Then there was a shout from down the hall. "Excuse me ma'am," said Neil, "I'll have to see what Maggie wants." He gave her the same sardonic look and curtseyed, reducing her to laughter again, then left the room. Clarissa stood in the corner, fidgeting with the sleeve of her jumper, and watched him go. (To be continued...)