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THIRTY-THREE All evening Clarissa rowed with her mother. Mrs Wilberforce had come home, wet and haggard, to find Clarissa sitting in the lounge with her feet up, watching TV. Neil had gone upstairs to change out of his work clothes and had been on his way back down when he'd been stopped in his tracks by Mrs Wilberforce's almighty "Where on Earth have you been?" He waited on the stairs, a little unsteady in his cute two-inch pumps, and eavesdropped as the two of them went at it hammer and tongs. "What do you care?" Clarissa shouted. "I'm your mother! How can you do this to me?" "It's always you isn't it?" "What do you mean? I've always stood by you." "Stood by me, yeah. You've been really supportive." "What? What haven't I done for you? I've done everything to help you with your problems." "I haven't got problems!!" "Clarissa." "You don't understand!" Neil heard her storm out of the room. He realised with a start that the two of them were heading towards him and he turned to run up to safety. But he stumbled in his heels and Mrs Wilberforce spotted his derriere disappearing round the corner. "Juliette!" she shouted. Sheepishly, Neil appeared at the top of the stairs. "Were you listening in?" "No. I was coming down and I heard but..." "But you lingered." "I..." "I'll deal with you tomorrow. You may take your meal in the servants quarters, but after that you're confined to your room." "But..." "Understood?" Neil's head dropped. "Yes ma'am." He turned away with his heart pounding and caught a glance of his reflection in the window. His face was plastered in a warm tan foundation and his eyes were ringed with liner and thick mascara. His hair was up in two bunches and he wore his new black and white A-line dress. He'd wanted to try something new for Clarissa; it would cheer her up he thought. Suddenly he was crying; he hadn't felt it coming, but it came nevertheless. He was losing control. Vaguely, he heard the argument continue in the distance and he knew he was powerless to intervene. I'm only a servant, he thought bitterly, she can speak to me however she likes and I just have to take it. He became righteous. I should just tell her; tell her what Clarissa means to me, and what I mean to her. But the thought froze Neil's insides. Would Clarissa concur? Or would she deny everything? For some reason he just didn't know. What the hell was going on between those two anyway? "Juliette!" Mrs Wilberforce's voice was loud and shrill. Neil jumped and realised he was still staring out the window. He came back to the staircase. "I think it would be best if you eat now, don't you?" Neil swallowed and curtseyed. "Yes ma'am. I'll go right away." THIRTY-FOUR The morning came and Neil reluctantly got out of bed. He'd spent a long painful evening listening to Clarissa and Mrs Wilberforce shouting at each other and he suspected today would bring more of the same. They had no guests so he wandered downstairs in his pyjamas and dressing gown to have breakfast. The house seemed eerily quiet. The servants quarters were deserted; he was the only lodger, no-one else had arrived for work. He'd just sat down when Clarissa sneaked in to see him. "Hi pansy." Her tone was apologetic. "Hi." "I'm sorry about what happened." "Why won't you tell her?" "I don't know if she'll accept it. What if she throws you out?" "I'll get another job." "What, like your last one?" "Maybe. I just want to be with you." She smiled and moved quickly to sit with him. "Me too. Me too. I just... I'll talk to her. Please don't leave." Neil's shoulders slumped. "You'll tell her about us?" "Maybe... Yes.... I just need time. Please, will you wait?" He sighed. "Yes. Of course I will." Her face blossomed into a beaming smile. "Oh pansy! Come here." She stood up and hugged him tight so that he, still sitting, had his face pushed tight into her bosom. "You know" she said afterward, "it's funny seeing you in boy mode." "This is hardly boy mode." He tugged at his dressing gown which was brand new and decidedly feminine. "But still... it's funny, I've got used to Juliette's figure." "I'm getting dressed soon." "Good." Neil looked at her. "I mean, I'm looking forward to it." Neil smiled his bashful smile and looked away. "I mean it" said Clarissa with growing confidence, "you make a really good girl." He was coy. "Do I?" "Yeah" she said, putting her arms around him, "a lovely, gorgeous girl." She cupped his face in her hands and forced him to look at her. "My sweet, docile Juliette" she cooed, " I'm so lucky I've found you." Their eyes were locked. Neil's heart was fluttering and the blood had come rushing to his face "I..." He was speechless and Clarissa laughed a little at him. "I'll sort this out I promise. Just have faith in me." "Ok," said Neil breathlessly. "That's my pansy." She bent down to kiss him on the forehead, then she turned and went away, leaving Neil sitting alone with his breakfast. His heart was still beating like mad. What had just happened? He turned and began mechanically eating his muesli, feeling more isolated than ever before. ***** He got dressed, put his hair up and went to serve breakfast. Francois had arrived and Neil took the opportunity to talk to someone about what had happened the night before. But nice as Francois was, Neil couldn't tell him everything. How he wished Maggie was there - she'd understand. It was with some trepidation that Neil entered Mrs Wilberforce's presence. Her breakfast rattled uncharacteristically on the tray as he served her. She was silent as Neil waited for her to finish and the tension was unbearable. "Why can't she just get it over with?" Neil was thinking, "why does she have to play these games?" Inside he was seething, but he stood there patiently in his heels; his legs together, his hands demurely in his lap, his eyes down. "Thank you Juliette," she said finally, "you may take these." "Thank you ma'am." "And when you've cleared up, I want to see you in my study." Neil gulped. "Yes ma'am." She was sat behind her desk when Neil arrived. She didn't invite him to sit. "Thank you for coming. Now, what do you know about this?" Neil was wrong-footed. Mrs Wilberforce had the piece of crockery he'd broken after he and Clarissa had rowed. "Er... I don't know ma'am." "Do you know how it came to be in the rubbish?" "No... I mean I broke it. By accident. And I cleared it away..." "This has been in my family for four generations." "I... I didn't know. I'm sorry." "What concerns me is you hid it from me. I thought I could trust you." "I'm sorry. I didn't think it was important." "That's not for you to decide, is it?" "No ma'am." "So why did you?" "I didn't think ma'am." "You certainly thought Juliette. You thought you'd hide what you did instead of taking responsibility." "I guess..." "I hired you because I thought I could trust you. If that's not the case, I might have to reconsider." "I'm sorry ma'am. It won't happen again." "I trust it won't. Now, is there anything else you want to tell me?" Neil had a fright as he wondered what she might be referring to. But he answered, "No ma'am." "Well see that it stays that way. You may go." And that was all. She never mentioned the events of the previous evening, even though the tension was excruciating every time they were in the same room. What she did do was criticise. She criticised his appearance, his manners, his work, his attitude. She brought up things that had happened months ago. Neil bit his tongue and answered her with meek politeness every time, but the constant hostility wore him down. When he finished work he went to his room and he cried and cried and cried. THIRTY-FIVE Neil dried his eyes and got changed. It was Friday and Francois gave him a lift home. He was cheerfully sympathetic and gave Neil a laugh by telling a discreditable story about Mrs Wilberforce. He waved him a friendly goodbye and walked up the drive and into the house. He'd barely got his coat off when his mum came up and spoke to him. "Mrs Wilberforce has been on the phone." Neil actually felt himself sinking. "Mum please." "She says you've been eavesdropping on her and Clarissa." "Do we have to do this now?" "Is it true?" "Kind of." "Have you apologised?" "Yes... No... She didn't give me a chance!" "Nonsense! You've had all day." "You don't understand!" "What? What don't I understand?" "You don't know what she's like. She's so controlling mum. It's hard to..." "What?" "Just leave it. I'll apologise on Monday." "Listen Neil, I don't know what's got into you. You take advantage of that wonderful woman..." "Stop it!" Neil screamed. Pauline stopped, shocked, with the question written on her face. "It's Juliette mum. I'm Juliette! Don't call me Neil just because you're upset." She paused and Neil thought he could see the apology forming on her lips, but she seemed to take fright at the last minute and just muttered "I'll put dinner on" and left the room. Neil was shaking. He felt as if his whole world was collapsing around him. He hadn't meant to speak the way he did and he wondered if that was how he really felt. He went to his room and put his head in his hands. He could her the sound of his mother pottering about in the kitchen and he knew then that he couldn't bear to talk to her. He had to go out. There was one school friend who accepted him as Juliette and he decided to go and see him. He looked in his wardrobe; on one side were his boy clothes, the other his girl clothes. The former were old and worn out, the latter expensive and brand new. It seemed to Neil that they symbolised the trap he found himself in. Did Clarissa feel the same way? His intuition told him yes. But there was so much that was opaque about her; why wouldn't she let him in? There was a knock on the door. "Juliette? Juliette I'm sorry." Neil sighed. "It's alright mum, come in." ***** On Saturday Maggie phoned. "Hi sweetie, I heard you've been having a hard time." "Yeah, Clarissa's been fighting with her mum and I'm caught in the middle." "They're still fighting now. The tension here is painful." "I'm sorry." "What? It's not your fault." "Well it is kind of. You see..." "Juliette." "Huh?" "It's not your fault. Really." "I guess." "Just hang on in there. We'll talk on Monday." When Neil put the phone down he felt a lot better. He'd squared things with his mum, but there was a lot he couldn't tell her. Maggie was the only person he had to confide in. A few hours later she phoned again. "Good news." "What?" "Whatever they've been fighting about; it's over." "Over?" "Uh-huh. I went into the dining room a minute ago and they were both laughing like they hadn't a care in the world." "Do you know what happened?" "Not a clue. But I think we're gonna be alright." "Really?" "Really. Mrs Wilberforce even made a joke." "Wow!" They both laughed. "See you Monday." "Yeah. See you." THIRTY-SIX Neil felt the change at the manor as soon as he walked in the door. The rooms seemed imperceptibly lighter and warmer. Maybe it was just the weather, which was beginning to hint at the coming spring, but to Neil it was much more. Clarissa came to see him straight away and Neil, wide eyed with anticipation, walked over before she'd even shut the door. "Did you tell her?" Clarissa opened her mouth to speak but hesitated. "Well?" "Er... sort of..." "Clarissa!" Neil threw his arms up. "Wait. I did... I just..." "What?" "I just said I was interested. And that I thought you were interested too. I didn't say we were a couple... yet." "But..." "She was pleased. Really. She... My mum... I thought she would freak, but she hasn't. I was kinda surprised..." "Couldn't you just tell her the truth?" "But then she'd know... I didn't want her to think we'd been lying. She was upset." "I... I guess... But we won't have to lie anymore?" Clarissa smiled and bit her lip. "I don't know" she said, putting her arms round Neil's waist, "I can think of a few things to lie to her about." Neil giggled as he wrapped his arms round her shoulders. "Really?" "Uh-huh." They kissed, smooches at first, but then long and impassioned. Neil emerged breathless from the clinch, with his arms still around her, so that she was still supporting a little of his weight. "Promise you won't put me through all that again?" "You've done so much for me. I don't know where I'd be if you..." She swallowed and looked deeply into his eyes. "Thank you" she said. Neil was flattered and it showed all over his face. Smiling, he looked up at her. "You promise?" "I promise Juliette, I promise." ***** Neil spent the morning in a warm little bubble. He spoke to Maggie in soft, contented tones as they went about their chores. Maggie watched him, as if from a distance, as he spoke vaguely of this or that. She was glad it had worked out for him but secretly she was a little disappointed; she was curious to know what was going on between those two, and Neil was in no mood to confide. Nevertheless, she more or less kept him company as they did their usual Monday morning clean. They were left alone together until lunchtime, when Mrs Wilberforce interrupted them. "Excuse me Maggie" she said, "I need to borrow Juliette for a moment." "Of course ma'am." "Juliette" she said once they were alone, "I owe you an apology." Neil waited demurely, his hands in his lap. "Ma'am?" "The way I spoke to you on Thursday was unacceptable. Clarissa has explained how you helped her that day and I can see now that you had a valid reason to be concerned for her. In any case, I should have spoken to you about it." "Yes ma'am." "I'm an old fashioned person I suppose, and when it comes to family, I prefer our problems to be private. But I've come to understand that you care for Clarissa and that you've been a comfort to her these past few months." "I hope so ma'am." "In that case, I want you to know that, as far as I'm concerned you're a member of this household like any other and you have every right to be concerned about her welfare." Neil smiled in satisfaction. "Thank you ma'am." "And Juliette, if I've caused you any hurt I am most truly and humbly sorry." Mrs Wilberforce put her hand on Neil's shoulder as she said this and Neil gulped. He was genuinely moved. He raised his head and tried to rise to the occasion. "Whatever hurt you may have caused me ma'am, it's nothing next to the pride I feel now." Mrs Wilberforce was a little shocked by that, and Neil felt a little foolish. She laughed first, and Neil joined in straight away. "I'm glad Clarissa has a friend like you Juliette. It's a load off my mind." They parted with that and Neil heard footsteps as he opened the door to go back to work. "Hi sweetie," said Maggie, "how did it go?" "Good" said Neil sardonically, "didn't you hear?" ***** In the afternoon, Neil was surprised to find his mother waiting for him in the drawing room. "I was hoping you'd come home tonight" she explained. "But I always stay over Mondays." "I was hoping we could talk." "What about?" "About Juliette. I... I..." Neil was at a loss and just waited for her to get it out. "I wanted to say that I know you're not a little girl anymore" she said quickly. Neil was shocked to his core. She was right - that was exactly how he felt, and he hadn't realised it until now. His head was spinning, but a good spinning; it had been an incredible day. He was about to go home when he came across Clarissa leaning nonchalantly against the piano. "Hi pansy, you alright?" Neil smiled as he came right up to her. "Thank you" he said. "For what?" He looked around to make sure no-one could see, then kissed her. "You know what." "If you liked today, you'll love tomorrow." Clarissa winked as Neil eyed her suspiciously. "What happens tomorrow?" "You'll have to wait and see." Neil narrowed his eyes and turned away. He couldn't help but look back and each time he did, he saw Clarissa watching him go, with the same mysterious smile on her face. It was the smile that remained with him throughout the evening. He talked to his mum openly, in a way he never had before, barely noticing as he told her all about him and Clarissa and what had happened at the manor. He was excited and couldn't sit still. His skin was electric to the touch and hot and cold shivers ran up him as he tried to settle down and sleep. Everything had worked out - she'd come through for him - despite all their problems they were together. The thought made him so happy it was like a vast pressure on his insides which he couldn't control. In the end, he wrapped himself up tight in his duvet, squeezed his eyes shut and thought about Clarissa until he fell asleep. THIRTY-SEVEN It was a week later to the day and Neil was helping Mrs Wilberforce with her bags. That was Clarissa's surprise; her mother was going away for a week and they'd have the house to themselves. Clarissa had left him in no doubt about what that meant and now, after a long seven days, the moment was so close it was tantalising. "Now" said Mrs Wilberforce, "whilst I'm gone I expect no backsliding. The house is to be kept in proper order. Juliette?" "Yes ma'am?" "Clarissa has important exams coming up. I leave you responsible for making sure she revises." "Yes ma'am." "And Clarissa?" "Hi." "I'm leaving you in charge. I expect to find this house in the same state I leave it." "Jesus mum, don't make such a fuss." Mrs Wilberforce smiled. "I'll see you soon." She leaned in and kissed Clarissa on the cheek. It seemed to Neil that she had whispered something in her ear. "Bye." They waved as the limousine pulled away. Clarissa in her tracksuit, Neil and Maggie in their black dresses and starched white aprons. The driveway was long and they seemed to be standing there for an age. Eventually, Clarissa turned and walked back into the house, with Neil and Maggie following behind her. "I guess we'll start lunch," said Maggie once they were inside. "Good idea," said Clarissa, "but let me borrow Juliette for a moment." "Sure," she said, giving Neil a look. As soon as they were alone, they jumped together and kissed. "I've got a surprise for you" they both said simultaneously. They both laughed. "Tonight?" asked Neil. "Tonight." They looked at each other a moment, then Clarissa said "Aren't you making lunch?" "Oh yeah" said Neil giggling. Clarissa raised her eyebrows and he lost his composure, making a weak-kneed curtsey before turning away. "See you later pansy" said Clarissa, giving him a firm slap on the bum. Neil turned to look at her sharply, but his irritation melted before her knowing, ironic smile. So he raised himself to his full height and walked haughtily away, his ass swaying decidedly from side to side. ***** The day seemed to stretch out forever. The packed morning had left Neil and Maggie with a very full afternoon's work, but no matter how busy Neil kept himself, the hours seemed to drag by. Clarissa kept herself to herself, occasionally emerging to issue a curt order for this or that, in tones cold and formal like her mother. It was a good trick, but Neil could see on her face her intention; she was trying to torture him, to tie him up in knots. He guessed that she was as tense and impatient as he was and decided to return her actions in kind. He was a model of decorum; all quiet assent and polite smiles, but inside he was seething. Maggie watched the two of them with wonder. She decided to get out of the way the moment she finished work and hoped they would have calmed down a bit by tomorrow. Francois cooked them dinner. Maggie had gone home and they would be alone within the hour. Clarissa had laid the table; they shared one corner of the grand dining room. The lights were down, the candles lit and the food on the plates when Neil made his entrance. He went for the same look he tried after Clarissa had ran away, except for his hair. He'd gone and got new extensions especially for tonight, and Donna had showed him how to do a messy updo that he liked. Clarissa's eyes widened pleasingly. He smiled as he sauntered over to her. "You look great pansy. I can't believe it's you sometimes." Neil winced. "Call me Juliette." "Sorry. I was thinking about school though; how I used to treat you." Neil winced again. "Why d'you have to mention that?" "I was just thinking... How far we've come." "If you'd told me then... I'd never have dreamed..." "I know... I mean just look at you." Neil shivered with delight. Clarissa was looking at him, with no inflection, just simple openness. "Why did you bully people?" he asked. "I was unhappy. It was as simple as that. Just wanted to take it out on someone." "I guess I knew. You always seemed unhappy. I wished I could help you." "I'd have punched you in the face, back then, if you'd tried anything like that." "I knew that too." Neil smiled. "Did you think about me much, back then?" "I noticed you. Used to look forward to seeing you... the way you used to shrink away from me... I don't know if I loved you or hated you." "I felt the same." "Really? Wow, that's something." There was an awkward pause. "You wearing perfume?" Neil was pleased that she'd noticed. "Yeah, I bought it the other day." "It's nice. Have you made up your mind then, about being a girl?" "I never made up my mind, it just seems the natural thing. I guess if I'd never met you or your mum, I'd still be wearing tatty jeans and working in McDonalds." "You don't seem to feel that strongly about it." "I do. I just... I know how lucky I am. To know myself as much as anything else... I..." Clarissa leaned forward. "I know how lucky I am too." And the plates were left on the table, the food half-eaten and the candles to burn down to the sticks. THIRTY-EIGHT Clarissa held Neil's hand and led him up the stairs. "Go get undressed" she whispered, "I want to show you your surprise." She left him by his door and wandered off to her room. Heart pounding, Neil kicked off his heels and pulled his dress over his head. Leaving it where it fell, he hurriedly began to unclip the garters from his stockings and roll them down his legs. He unfastened his girdle and pulled it down himself; the tight garment rubbing his erection through his panties, sending shivers through his body. He took off his panties and garter belt and stood naked, stretching, with his penis rock hard and free. It felt good. He slung his dressing down on and cantered down the corridor to Clarissa's room. When he entered she was bent down, looking for something in her wardrobe. She had undressed and was wearing her dressing gown too. Her back was to Neil and she hadn't seemed to notice he'd come in. Grinning, Neil tiptoed up behind her and when she stood up, he put his arms round her and pushed his prick hard into her large round buttocks. She inhaled and stiffened sharply when he did it and Neil felt immediately that he'd done something wrong. He released his grip. Clarissa spun round quickly, a shocked angry look on her face. "Neil!" she shouted. It was the first time she'd ever called him that. He opened his mouth to speak bur Clarissa, scowling, slapped him fiercely across the face, almost knocking him off his feet. "I thought you understood!" she screamed at him, then ran crying from the room. Neil sat down on the floor, shaking. What had just happened? Tears came to his eyes and he put his head in his hands and tried to regain his senses. He could hear Clarissa's sobbing from down the corridor and felt himself responsible. He got up to see her but she just ran away when she saw him, leaving him standing alone in the creaky old house. What could he do? He was sick with guilt. He went back to his room and tried to think. His intuition told him he should go to her as Juliette so he began to get dressed. The girdle pressed him like a weight on his chest. He picked up the black and white dress and looked at it. Twice he'd worn it and both times it had brought him nothing but bad luck. He threw it down in disgust and looked for something else. The pale blue frock Mrs Wilberforce had bought him was hanging in the wardrobe. Somehow it seemed appropriate. He put it on and looked at himself in the mirror. The dress didn't match his makeup and he wondered what to do. For some reason it seemed really important and he spent a bad minute staring at himself in indecision. Finally he sighed and began to clean his face. He heard Clarissa walk past his door and he started guiltily and hoped she wouldn't come in. She didn't. He was relieved and hurriedly began to redo his complexion, going for a paler tone with reddened cheeks and lips. He went over his nail polish. Finally he dug out the old blue shoes that matched his dress. They were still too tight for his feet but he didn't care. He checked himself in the mirror and began to think he ought to change his hair. But no, there was no time. He swallowed and breathed in and went to see Clarissa. He found her sitting in her room. Their eyes locked as Neil walked through the door. "I'm sorry" they both said immediately. "It's alright" they both said straight afterward. That made things less tense and Neil came and sat beside her on the bed. She took his hand and waited. Neil waited too. Eventually Clarissa turned her head to speak to him. "You've changed." "Uh-huh." "You did all that for me?" "Yes." "I'm sorry I hit you." "What was it? I..." "This is your first time, isn't it?" "Yeah." "It's not mine. I had a bad experience once..." "And I reminded you." "Yeah." Neil sighed. "Look if you're not comfortable... We don't have to..." "Yes we do. I'm just scared..." "Of me?" "No. How could I be scared of you? You're my sweet pansy." Neil blushed; he was anything but insulted. "I just... Let me show you your surprise. You still haven't seen it." "Ok." Clarissa went over to her wardrobe and picked out a bag from the floor. "I got you this" she said. From her fingertips hung a delicate baby doll nightie, of sheer white chiffon. The bodice was short with a low neckline, the skirt an explosion of frills and lace. Neil rubbed his legs together as he drank in the garment; it was beautiful. "Thank you" he said bashfully. "Are you going to put it on?" said Clarissa, handing it to him. "Sure" he said, and started to leave. Clarissa caught his hand. "No, here." "Ok." Neil hesitated, but Clarissa came up close to him, kissed him and began to undress him. Neil stood passively as she pulled off his dress, undid his stockings and pulled his panties down his legs. They watched each other the whole time; Neil looked overwhelmed, Clarissa was visibly enjoying herself. It was only the girdle she needed help with. Neil unfastened it and loosened it from its usual place, then Clarissa pulled it down the length of his body. Again, it rubbed against the head of his prick, making him gasp as she bit her lip and watched him. Next she picked up Neil's nightie and dressed him like a child. She made a fuss of him, tugging the dress this way and that. Neil wriggled his shoulders as she caressed him through the thin material. Clarissa giggled. "Give us a twirl" she said. Neil did so and his light skirts flew up above his waist, making him push them down in embarrassment. A flicker of a smile appeared on Clarissa's face as he did this, but mostly she was just staring at him with undisguised longing. She dropped her robe to the floor and stood before Neil naked. "Come here." Neil advanced, eyes locked with hers, and they came together in a clinch. Their kisses and caresses grew more and more frantic until Clarissa took Neil and lifted him onto the bed. She leaned over him, so that he lay back amongst the sheets, and then climbed on top. Slowly, carefully, she lowered herself onto him and began. Their eyes were still locked together as Neil tried to hold and to caress her body, but Clarissa cried out "No hands!" Her face looked the same as when she'd hit him and Neil pulled them away and grabbed hold of the sheets instead. As the minutes passed, he clutched them tighter and tighter, whilst Clarissa stared down at him with a look of fierce concentration. "Please" Neil panted, "please, please..." Her expression grew more and more intense and Neil looked at her with wide eyes. "Please... please... please..." When it was over, Clarissa collapsed on top of Neil, smothering him. He fell asleep almost straight away with his head cradled in her bosom and her chin resting on the top of his head. THIRTY-NINE Neil awoke to Clarissa gently kissing him on the lips. "Morning pansy" she said. He murmured something, smiled and turned away. Clarissa put her arm over him. "You were wonderful last night." "You too." She began to caress his face with her knuckles as he stared into space. Looking up through the corner of his eye, he spied the white bandage on her wrist, by now just a single piece of thin gauze, and turned over. A warm feeling of pride settled on him as they looked at each other through narrow sleepy eyes. He moved his hand to stroke her, but was stopped by Clarissa's gentle shake of the head. So he just lay there in his nightie, letting her pet him as the sun rose slowly in the sky. It was time to start work. "I liked the way you dolled up last night" Clarissa hinted. Neil looked at her with faux suspicion. "I'll see what I can do." As soon as he was showered, Neil leapt into the task of dressing up. He wore his usual maid's outfit, but put on extra petticoats, which puffed up the skirt and raised it so Clarissa could see his stocking tops. Also, he decided to forgo his usual work shoes and put on an open-toed pair with higher heels. His new longer hair presented many opportunities but there wasn't the time, so he tied it up as usual being careful to leave a couple of bangs framing his face. He was particularly careful with his make-up, doing it the way he knew Clarissa liked, but with a little extra mascara on his lashes. Looking at himself in the mirror, he wondered about getting false ones. Maggie arrived and Neil met her in the kitchen. She tried to contain her shock at Neil's appearance. "Did you have a nice evening?" "Wonderful!" said Neil, gushing. "It was just..." He clasped his hands together and let out a long winsome sigh. Maggie looked away, embarrassed and Neil realised how he was acting. "I mean it was alright, thanks." Maggie eyed him up and down. "You sure you want to wear those shoes? We're meant to be taking the rugs out today." "I guess I'll change later, I just..." "Yeah. I guess this is all a bit new to you, isn't it." Neil smiled bashfully. "Yeah." "It's okay. Just don't get too carried away." They were interrupted by Clarissa, still in her dressing gown, popping her head round the door. "Good morning." "Morning ma'am" said Maggie. "I forgot to say, I'll be taking breakfast in my room this morning." ?No problem ma?am.? ?Thanks? said Clarissa, giving Neil a wink. "Well" said Maggie, once the meal was ready, "aren't you going up?" Neil did his bashful smile again, took the tray and made his way up the stairs. ***** On Tuesdays they cleaned the ground floor of the manor. Neil changed into a more practical pair of shoes and helped Maggie wash the rugs. They hung them out to dry outside and began the rounds of hoovering and dusting. They found Clarissa sitting nonchalantly on one of the sofas. "Don't mind me" she said, as Maggie gave her a dirty look. Shamelessly, she watched Neil as he worked. She found reasons for Neil to bend over or stretch upward. She sent him on little errands here and there just to see him curtsey. It was all perfectly transparent, and equally transparent was Neil's squealing enjoyment of the game. He spent the whole day with one eye looking over his shoulder for her, waiting for her next move. Eventually, Maggie threw her things down in disgust. "I'm right here, you know!" The two lovers looked at her; they were honestly surprised. "I'm going to polish the dinner service, then I'm going home. For God's sake, get over yourselves!" Once she was out of earshot, Neil and Clarissa began to laugh. "We must be pretty irritating" he said. "Come here" said Clarissa, patting her thighs. Neil sauntered over and sat on her lap. "We'll make it up to her later. Right now, we're going to enjoy ourselves." "What did you have in mind?" said Neil, in a low voice. "First of all" said Clarissa, fondling his thigh, "you're gonna finish your dusting." Neil stood up, looking disappointed. "Right away Juliette. No time like the present." As a pretext for staying, she began reading her book and Neil began to feel a little unsure. She looked up. "Well?" Neil curtseyed quickly. "Yes ma'am. Right away." ***** He was sitting on her lap again when Maggie re-emerged wearing her coat. She looked at them meaningfully and said "your dinner's in the oven. I'm going home." "We're sorry Maggie" said Neil, "we'll behave better tomorrow." She made a quick smile and left. Neil turned to Clarissa; "do you want to eat now?" "I was thinking about something else." They sprang up together and ran up the stairs. Neil caught Clarissa's hand and led her into his room. Taking a few steps backward, he began to undress while Clarissa closed the door. He did a clumsy striptease for her, running his hands through his hair, flaunting his legs, wiggling his ass. He'd got down to his girdle when Clarissa held up her hand. "Wait. Finish. I'll be right back." She ran out and returned shortly, in her dressing gown, with Neil's nightie on her arm. He was naked by now and Clarissa came straight up and pulled the confection over his head. "That's my pansy" she said, brushing the skirts down over his thighs. Neil smiled and put his arms round her shoulders but Clarissa put her hands on his waist and gently, but firmly, pushed him onto the bed. He lay there panting as she mounted him again and began to stare at him with that same weird intensity. "Clarissa" he said, taking hold of her flanks. "No hands!" He put them down, but then brought them up again. "But Clarissa..." "Stop it!" She grabbed his arms and pushed them back onto the mattress, then guided them to the frame of the bed. He held on, tighter and tighter, but it was too much. As things reached their climax, he reached up and grabbed her breasts. "Clarissa!" "Stop it!" But there was no stopping him now. Even as she tried to pull away, fending his arms off as she did, Neil was thrusting faster and faster until he shot up, half into Clarissa and half into the air. Clarissa's knee slipped and she toppled over off the bed. When Neil regained his senses he saw her, lying sideways on the floor, looking up at him through tears, with fierce resentful eyes. FORTY "I'm sorry." "I said not to touch." "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it." "I said..." "I didn't mean to... it just happened." "You know I don't like that!" She was shouting now. "I'm sorry." Clarissa began to sob, and Neil was about to go to her, when she began to hit her own head, hard, with the flat of her hand. "Damn it!" she cried. "Fuck and damn it!" There was an awful pause. "I'm sorry" he said again. "Please..." She inhaled and exhaled deeply, then decisively stood up. "I'm alright" she said. Neil was staring at her, wide-eyed. "Are you sure?" "Yeah. Come with me." She held out her hand and Neil, getting out of bed, took it reluctantly. She led him down the corridor with Neil tiptoeing behind in his nightie. "Clarissa..." "Hush." "But..." They reached her room and Clarissa let go of his hand and went in. Nervously, Neil stepped in behind her. "What is it?" "Hush. Wait there." She went to her wardrobe and began to dress whilst Neil stood in the doorway, naked except for a thin layer of frilly chiffon. He looked away; upward, sideways and eventually down to the floor. Clarissa, watching him occasionally from the corner of her eye, took her sweet time getting ready. She put on panties, socks, slip, trousers, shirt, sweater, even a scarf and a pair of gloves. Eventually, with an air of great contentment, she seated herself regally on her bed. "Come here" she said. Neil inched forward warily and Clarissa's thin smile gave nothing away. She held out both hands and he took them. "Listen to me pansy" she said. "Uh-huh." Neil was quiet as a mouse. "I don't like being touched that way." "I know, I..." "Sh-sh-sh-sh. It's alright. I just don't want you to do it again." "I won't..." Clarissa shook her head. "Come." With their hands clasped together, she guided him to one side then pulled him, face down, over her lap. Neil inhaled sharply as her realised what was coming. Clarissa pulled up his tiny, skimpy skirts and, picking up a hairbrush, began to smack Neil aggressively on the ass. "Clarissa!" "Say you're sorry." "I'm sorry." "Mean it." "I'm sorry!" "Louder." "I'm sorry!" She began to hit him harder and faster. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"" "You won't do it again?" "No. No!" "Say it." "I won't do it again!" "Say it properly." "I won't touch you again... when we make love... I promise!" She stopped and breathed out, purring like a cat. Neil began to sob. He slid off her lap and crumpled onto the floor, weeping. He looked up at her to see all the coldness gone from her face. "Oh baby" she said, "oh pansy, come here." Neil resisted for only a moment. He got up onto his knees and let her beckon him forward until she was cradling his head in her arms. "Shh pansy" she cooed, "it's all over... It's all over now." She coddled and caressed him until he stopped crying and they spent a tranquil few minutes just holding each other. Then Clarissa lifted Neil's head and spoke directly to his face. "Juliette" she whispered, "tell me something. And be honest." "Uh-huh." "Do you like it when I treat you like that?" Neil looked down shyly then, smiling a self-possessed smile, began to nod his head. "I thought so. It's why I love you so much." Neil felt the hot and cold shivers run through his body again, so much so that he couldn't look or speak to her. Clarissa watched him with astonishment as he squirmed this way and that, then she took control, pulling him forcefully toward her and kissing him. She loved the way he melted into her arms. "We need to eat" she said eventually. "Maggie left something." "Oh yeah... I tell you what" she said, with a mischievous smile, "why don't you put on something pretty, and you can serve it to me.? Neil, flattered and besotted, stood up and kissed her on the lips. ?What should I wear?? ?I liked that black and white one from yesterday.? ?Okay.? And with one last look at his lover he went off, not without some soreness, to get dolled up and pretty for her. FORTY-ONE His bedroom door opened slowly, letting the light from the corridor stream into the half-lit space. It was early morning and Clarissa, in dressing gown and slippers, bent down to speak to her lover, who lay exactly where she'd left him the night before. They had made love again late that evening, and to make sure that he stuck to his promise, she'd tied his hands to the frame of the bed. It had been wonderful for both of them, but Neil had been a little upset when she had got up and left him there, still bound, in his nightie. How soft and helpless he had been as she had tucked him in like a baby. She purred, unconsciously, as she watched him sleep now, in the cool morning light. He awoke as she began stroking his hair. "Morning." "Morning" said Neil. "Sleep well?" He grunted and tried to sit up. "Wait. Let me get those." She pulled back the covers and began to untie him. As soon as one hand was free, Neil reached over to untie the other. "No!" said Clarissa sternly and Neil hesitated. Unhurried, Clarissa made her way slowly round the bed and began to untie his other arm. She enjoyed making him wait. As soon as he was free, Neil jumped up and ran to the toilet, leaving Clarissa alone, biting her lip and wistfully staring at the open door. ***** In deference to Maggie, Neil decided not to dress up today and Clarissa agreed not to bother them whilst they worked. In fact, she went out, having Francois drive her into town. Meanwhile, Neil and Maggie quietly began the laundry, each nervous of treading on the other's toes. It was Neil who broke the ice. "Sorry about yesterday." "It's alright." "No, it's not. We just got carried away." "I know. Everyone gets like that when... she is your first isn't she?" Neil blushed. "Yeah." "Well, all's forgiven then." "Ok." There was a pause. Neil began to feel awkward and looked toward Maggie, who was folding linen with a casual preoccupation. For some reason he felt it incumbent on him to speak. "Listen" he began, "you don't think... you don't think it's a bit weird do you?" Maggie stopped what she was doing. "What do you mean?" "I mean... you know." "I really don't Juliette, tell me." "I mean the way she bosses me about. Is that..." "What?" "Er..." "What's bothering you Juliette?" "Nothing. Everything's great. I'm... I'm really happy. But it's weird isn't it? Me and Clarissa." Maggie sighed. "I don't know. It's not my business." "I know but..." "I'm not going to stand here and tell you what to do. And you shouldn't ask me." "No, but I wondered..." "Do you want to know what I think? Here's what I think. You're a sixteen year old boy who dresses as a woman most of the time, works as a maid in a country house and sleeps with his boss's daughter while she's away. Is that normal? No." Neil looked away for a moment, then laughed to himself. "That's not even what I meant." "I know. But maybe some perspective?" "Yeah. I don't know. I guess I'm afraid." Maggie came over to him. "We all are honey. You just make sure this is really what you want, okay?" "Okay." ***** Clarissa returned home with her arms full of shopping bags. As soon as she got in, she interrupted the day's ironing, popping her head round the door and saying; "Maggie, is it ok if Juliette finishes work a little early today?" "Sure" said Maggie, in a sing song voice, "no problem." Clarissa smiled, gratified. "Oh, by the way, we won't need supper tonight. I'm going to cook something." This was a first and Maggie raised her eyebrows involuntarily. "Are you sure ma'am? It's no trouble to..." She raised her hand. "No. Really. I'm cooking for Juliette." "Lucky girl." Clarissa stood up straight and spoke in her mother's voice. "Margaret, I won't have you speak to me like that..." "Come on" said Neil, putting his arm around her waist, "leave Maggie out of it." They giggled and kissed and left the room, Neil just remembering to say "Thank you Maggie" as they disappeared from sight. Maggie smiled and shook her head, wondering how much of what Neil told her had been true. ***** "So what have you bought me?" asked Neil coquettishly. "Wait and see." "I've been waiting all day." "Is Maggie alright?" "Yeah, she's a darling." "She's not going to steal you away, is she?" "Maggie, no! She's like a girlfriend. You're like..." Clarissa looked straight at him as his words dried out on his lips. There was a moment where Neil felt slightly afraid then, with sudden passion, Clarissa pulled him to her and kissed him. Neil had barely opened them when Clarissa said "Close your eyes." "Ok." She stood behind him and put her hands over them. Then they moved slowly forward from room to room, until Neil realised he was standing in the doorway of the lounge. "Wait, wait..." She manoeuvred him from side to side, "wait... Now." Neil actually gasped. He had expected a present, but this was something else; Clarissa must have spent a fortune. Her largesse was spread around the room for him to see: Three long dresses, all luxurious sheaths of satin and lace, were hung on the wall. Several handbags, one of them a black and spangly Coco Chanel number were arrayed on the nearest sofa. On the other was a selection of lingerie; fancy panties, camisoles and basques, and nearby a selection of nightwear; babydolls, a chemise and a beautiful embroidered peignoir. Two pairs of shoes, both strappy with high stiletto heels were sat in the middle of the floor. On the coffee table was a selection of jewellery; in particular, a set of diamante chandelier earrings caught Neil's eye. He stood there open-mouthed, trying to comprehend it all. "So" drawled Clarissa, with rising cadence, "what do you think?" "Clarissa..." "Uh-huh." "How did you afford this?" "I've got a trust fund silly. Don't you worry about it." "It's... It's too much. I can't accept all this." With her hands on his waist, she turned him to face her. "But I want to treat you sweetie. I can afford it." From somewhere behind her eyes, Neil could see the familiar truculent anger building. "I... I love it" he said, "but..." "But?" "But..." "Why don't you try something on?" said Clarissa with a smile, "maybe you'll feel better then." "I guess." "You can choose. I'll be waiting next door." "Thanks" said Neil as she kissed him on the cheek and left him. Feeling hot and trapped, he started looking through all his new things, wondering whether it was good to be enjoying this situation. He didn't know how long he was there, but Maggie looked in before he'd begun to undress. "Oh my God" she said. "I know." She began to speak again, but Clarissa appeared beside her, stopping her dead. "Evening Maggie, you heading off?" "Yes ma'am" she said, "I'll see you tomorrow." She shot Neil a stern look of warning and said goodnight. FORTY-TWO The gowns were red, white and olive green. Neil chose the green one; a plain sleeveless halter-neck affair. Like the other two, the skirt was narrow and ankle length, with one slit going up to the knee. There were matching elbow length gloves which he squeezed up his arms and over his hands, which were large for a girl, and left them a little restricted in their movements. He felt that he might rip them if he stretched his fingers out too much. There was a call from outside. "I'm gonna start dinner" said Clarissa, "let me know when you're ready." "Ok." "I can't wait to see you." Neil went upstairs to do his hair and make-up. The steps were a struggle and he found he had to lift his skirt and walk sideways to climb them. He couldn't make fists and instead delicately held the fabric in his fingertips. Clearly, he would have to wear his hair up. The other simply wouldn't go with the dress. He spent a long time in front of the mirror fussing and primping, so much so that he began to worry about keeping Clarissa waiting. But no, he thought, it would be good to make her wait. Returning downstairs, he was careful not to let Clarissa see him and he sneaked back into the lounge to accessorize. He selected a necklace and a couple of bracelets to wear over his gloves; the earrings he left as he hadn't had his ears pierced. Next came the shoes. To Neil they felt like he was standing on pedestals and he made a few careful steps around the room. Between the hobbles of his dress and the steepness of his shoes he felt terribly vulnerable; one misstep and he'd come crashing down to the floor. He walked back and forth around the room until he was satisfied with his grace, then looked at himself in the mirror. You're beautiful, he thought with a smile; I can't wait to see her face. As an afterthought, he picked up the little purse that went with the dress and made his way slowly to the kitchen. Clarissa was busy at the stove, stirring something in a pan with concentration. Neil had to make a small cough to attract her attention. Her face lit up in just the way that Neil hoped. "Oh my God! Juliette!" "Do you like it?" "I'll say. What have you done with your hair?" "It's nothing." There was a pause and Neil became a little discomforted by the way she was staring at him. "What are you cooking?" "This? This is just a sauce to go with the duck." "Shouldn't you be stirring it? It'll go lumpy." "Oh balls! Yes." She turned back to her work with a bashful smile and Neil looked round the room. It was a terrible mess. Flour, egg, potato peelings were everywhere, the cooker was covered in grease. Guess who'll be cleaning this up, he thought. "Do you want a hand?" "No! No, I'm cooking for you tonight. Let me... Sit down." She left her cooking (again) to go to the table and pull out a chair. "Here you are." She held it for him and Neil, sensible of the gesture, smiled, glided forward and sat carefully down. "Thank you" he said. Clarissa winked at him as she returned to her work. "Do you want a drink? I've got some wine." "Sure. Let me get it." "No. I'll get it." She left her sauce once more and began to struggle with the corkscrew. Neil was watching the pan, from which he could now hear bubbling. In normal circumstances, he'd have ran right across to fix it, regardless of Clarissa. But in these clothes it would be too much fuss; he relaxed instead and decided to let her look after him even if, as her cooking suggested, it would be a trying experience. ***** The meal was awful; so bad there was no point pretending about it. Nevertheless, Neil resolved to eat it all and be grateful. Clarissa picked at hers to start with, but soon caught on and joined him. They made faces at each other and laughed as they forced their way through the burnt duck, the lumpy sauce, the watery potatoes and overcooked veg. The wine helped. Neither of them had drank much before and there was still a forbidden pleasure in it for them. They'd both dressed up - Clarissa wore her good blouse and cardigan - and they made a game of the formality. "More wine, Miss Taylor?" Clarissa would say. "Thank you, Miss Wilberforce" Neil would reply. Whatever happened, Clarissa wouldn't let Neil do anything so he waited and smiled patiently as she served the food, got more wine, finished dessert or whatever. When the time came to move into the other room, she came round and got his chair. Neil stood up demurely and took her hand and she, putting her arm round his waist chaperoned him through to the sitting room, where she safely ensconced him on the settee. She returned with another bottle and two glasses. They chatted awhile and slowly, surely they warmed to each other. Clarissa reached a hand over his shoulder and began to stroke his bare arm. Neil started to play with the collar of Clarissa's cardigan. She ran her fingers down Neil's face. They kissed. A glass was dropped on the floor. Neil found himself sitting on Clarissa's lap with his arms round her neck. His skirt had ridden up a little and Clarissa's hand found the slit in his dress and began to fondle his thigh. Neil reached one of his own inside her cardigan and felt around for the bottom of her blouse but Clarissa, with an angry start, pulled it back out and placed it on her side. Thus forbidden, he sat there primly while she kissed and caressed him. He looked up at the ceiling, bored and frustrated, as she kissed his neck and shoulders. But gradually he gave way to her ministrations. He fell back, head on the armrest and Clarissa, with a great grin of pleasure let herself fall on top of him. Her face was close to his. "Do you like your new things then?" "Yeah" said Neil, "they're wonderful." "I had so much fun buying them. Imagining you in all those frocks." "Did you?" "Mmm. And the jewellery." "I like the jewellery. I've never worn it before." "No. What about the earrings?" "They're great. I wish I could wear them." "Why not? I've got a piercing gun." "Oh no. I don't want to..." "It's no trouble, we can do it now." "Not now, don't spoil it." "But I really want to see you. Wait here." She leapt up and ran up the stairs. Neil sighed and sat up; he didn't want to disappoint her. "Here it is" she said, brandishing the tool. "Clarissa, I don't want my ears pierced." "Don't be silly. You said you liked the earrings." "I do, but I don't want to wear them now." "It doesn't hurt much pansy. Just wait and see." "No!" "Juliette." She put on her playful, commanding tone. "I want you to get your ears pierced." "I'm not joking." Clarissa smiled her mischievous smile and, grabbing the front of Neil's halter-neck, she pulled him over her lap. "What are you doing?" "Don't you like your new earrings pansy?" She unplugged a nearby lamp and folded the cable so that she had a good foot and a half of switch. "Aren't they good enough?" "Clarissa stop it." She swatted his behind with the cable. Neil's girdle was padded in that area, but he still felt it. "Don't you like them?" "Stop it!" She smacked him again, harder. "They cost a lot of money." "Stop it!" Harder still. "I was so looking forward to seeing you..." "Please stop it!" Harder and harder. "It'll only hurt a little..." "Clarissa..." "I promise..." "Stop..." "All little girls have their ears pierced." "Please..." "Why put it off?" "Please..." She stopped. "Do you want me to pierce your ears Juliette?" Sobbing, Neil nodded. "That's better. You just wait there." Neil sat very still as Clarissa made her preparations. He didn't move a muscle or make a sound as she put the instrument to his ear and pushed the pin through his lobe. She did the second one and he was as passive and quiet as before. "There" she said, a little uneasily, "that wasn't too bad was it?" But Neil didn't even look at her as she hooked the chandeliers onto the studs. "You look really pretty" she said when she was finished, "come have a look." Neil let her help him up and take him to the mirror, but he still wouldn't talk or look at her. Clarissa was getting really nervous. "W-w-well... What do you think?" "I said I didn't want to wear them" he said in a dead monotone. "Well yeah, but that was just..." "I said! And then you made me!" "But I thought..." "How could you do that?" He was looking at her, trembling, with tears in her eyes. Clarissa simply didn't know what to say. As the terrible moment drew out, Neil began to back away from her. "Wait, no... please Juliette wait..." Then he tripped, in his stilettos and tight skirt, and fell over backwards. Clarissa rushed forward to help him but Neil screamed "Get away from me!!" His voice was high and shrill, but not weak, and it froze Clarissa to the spot. She had to watch him as he writhed and rolled in his sheath, like a fish in a boat, until he managed to get first to his knees, then to his feet. The anger and humiliation was etched onto his face as he stared hard at Clarissa, as if he expected her to laugh at him. Then, seeing she had nothing to say, he pulled his skirt up above his knees and marched out of the room, crying. (to be continued...)