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I lived the life of a normal young man for the next 8 years. I
eventually buried my feeling for the like of a woman, thinking it best
to move on from such frivolous activities. I took a job as a bookkeeper
for a shipping merchant just for the experience. I wanted to live my
own life. I rented an upstairs apartment in town. I tried to get on
with my life. I was just adjusting to a life of simple boredom when the
next event occurred in my life. My sister, Margaret, had come to visit
me one afternoon at my place of work.
"Hello, Henry. How are you today?" Margaret asked me upon her arrival.
"I am very well, thank you," I answered.
We proceeded to have a pleasant conversation when I invited her to my
apartment whilst I changed into appropriate attire for dining. Margaret
then asked of me:
"I have something to show you." She sat beside me and showed me a
photograph. It was the photograph of me dressed in Margaret's Evening
Dress from the social I attended in her stead. All the waves of giddy
emotions flooded back into me. How wonderful those days were! I smiled
at the picture and hurriedly changed my expression. Margaret took
notice.
"I saw you smile just now, my brother," she said with a coy expression
of her face. "You know, you never told me about that adventure. You
must have had some fond memories. Do tell."
"I..." I started to say and then I started crying.
"Oh my, I am so sorry. I should not have done this. Forgive me."
Margaret gave me a hug and let me cry for a few moments, then I gained
my composure.
"No, forgive me Margaret for not being honest with you. I should have
told you long ago," I then told her the whole story of the social. My
playing splendidly, my dance with the young soldier, everything. Then I
told her the truth about myself.
"Margaret, I did enjoy myself. I can not help it. I really enjoyed
being a girl that weekend. I looked and felt so special, so beautiful.
I was in heaven. I do not know why I feel that way, but I do. Please
do not tell anyone. I would be mortified."
"I would never betray your confidence, Henry. But I must ask, if you
enjoyed it so much; why did you stop? You could dress in private and no
one would find out."
"It is not what men do!" I replied. "I would be considered...fancy. I
would not take the chance of discovery. What would happen to our family
name?"
"Really Henry, you are being melodramatic," Margaret said and that made
me laugh, we both laughed then.
"You are right, Margaret. I am being silly. But seriously, I really
could not."
We went to dinner at a local restaurant and while we talked, Margaret
suddenly said.
"I have a wonderful idea."
"Do tell," I said.
"No, I can not tell you here. Please come by the manor tomorrow. It is
your day off. I have something to show you."
"I will be there then," I replied. I went home that evening feeling
better than I had in a long time. It was good to finally tell someone
my feelings.
The next day had me at Gelding Manor. Margaret had inherited it from
Mother, who passed away from influenza two years ago. Half of it was
mine, but I let Margaret handle the estate. Her husband had recently
died from a gunfight out west when he was on a Surveying mission for the
government, leaving my sister a childless widow. Margaret has a man who
is courting her, Charles Billingsly, but he is out of town on business.
I arrived and Margaret led me upstairs. We walked into the bedroom of
Margaret's former lady-in-waiting, Elisa, who had recently married.
"I thought we could have fun," Margaret said as we entered. "Elisa had
many wonderful dresses. She was your size almost to the letter."
"Margaret, I told you I gave that up," I said rather unconvincingly.
The thought of wearing dresses again was making my heart flutter
rapidly.
"I can see the look on your face betraying your words, dear brother.
Come now, you know you want to."
"Why are you doing this?" I asked her.
"I want you to be happy. Please let me dress you."
I had to smile. "Very well," I said.
"Alright. Go take a bath. I did and she laid a pair of pantalettes out
for me. I was ecstatic as I slipped the silk, lacy pantalette on. I
then went into the room and was handed a chemise of soft silk with lace
trimmings. It felt so good on my skin. It sent shivers down me
slipping it on. Margaret was holding a corset, which she slipped over
me. It was longer than the one I had worn before. Margaret said it was
the style now. She tied it very tight, giving me a wonderful V shape to
my waist. She handed me two bags full of rice.
"What is that for?" I asked.
"Put them here," she pointed to her breasts. I did and it filled the
area up of the corset on top, giving me the wonderful illusion of having
breasts of my own!
"You have thought of everything," I told her and she smiled. Now came
the wonderful petticoats. It was summer, so I just wore one. I was
handed the hoop next, but it was definitely different from the one I
wore before. I inquired about it.
"It is called a bustle, Henry. It is the fashion now."
The bustle created a large area in the rear and sides, but remained flat
in the front. Next came another petticoat. This one was beautifully
embroidered in lace. I felt incredible! Now the skirt. It was dark
blue with asymmetrical pleating layers throughout. It gathered along
the bustle in the back, flowing down to a long train. The bodice was
boned, giving me even greater shape to my hips. The detailing was
matching the skirt, with long sleeves that narrowed at the wrists. I
was given matching gloves. Then, Margaret put my now long hair up into
a fancy bun and held it with an ivory comb. A matching bonnet she tied
around my head. My shoes were put on and I was ready to look. I glided
over to the standing mirror and practically swooned! I was beautiful
again! Margaret giggled with delight at my reaction. She walked over
to me.
"How do you do, my lady. I am Margaret Billingsly. And you are?" she
said with humor in her voice.
"I am Isabella Worthington. How do you do," I answered in a feminine
voice. I still could speak it, even after all these years.
"Very nice, Isabella," Margaret said. "You have the voice down quite
nicely."
"Thank you," I said in my feminine voice.
"Shall we?" Margaret said as she led me from the bedroom to the sitting
room. We sat, and I remembered to gather my skirts up as I sat, so the
bustle would not ride up. "Very good, again. You really are a woman,
are you not?" We both laughed at that one. We had tea and the servant
girl did not even notice who I was, referring to me as "Miss". I was in
heaven chatting with my sister.
"I wonder what ever happened to that fine young officer who courted me?"
I asked out loud.
"Do you remember his name? I could inquire?" Margaret asked me.
"It was Chester Hummerfeld."
"You remember, do you? Why Isabella, I do believe you are smitten with
him, are you not?"
"Maybe I was," I answered and we both laughed again. I felt so at ease
dressed as I was and talking as I was. I did not want this day to end.
We took a walk around the gardens, Margaret giving a parasol that
matched my dress. It was so relaxing to walk around the garden. It was
like I really noticed how beautiful the flowers were for the first time.
After our walk, we had a light dinner then it was getting on and I had
to go back to my apartment. Margaret asked me to stay, but I had work
to do at home.
"Well, let me call for the carriage," Margaret said.
"I should get dressed first," I said.
"Why?"
"Is it not obvious?" I laughed, pointing to my dress."
"Who is going to see you? Just take your clothes home. I shall give
you a baggage to carry them."
"What if someone I know sees me?"
"They will just see a pretty young woman. They will probably hold the
door open for you. I would not worry if I were you. No one would be
able to tell you are a man."
"Do you really think so?" I asked.
"Of course. Now let me call the carriage," she went to the carriage men
and then produced my clothing in a traveling bag.
"Goodbye, dear Isabella. Do come by again. I could always use more
women friends."
"I will, sweet Margaret," I told her and gave her a hug goodbye. I let
the carriage man help me into the carriage and away we went. My heart
was beating rapidly, hoping that no one would see me. I arrived at my
apartment building and I stepped out of the carriage. I went to the
door and the doorman held it open for me, not noticing who I was! But
then he talked to me!
"Excuse me, Miss. But who are you here to see?" I was frozen with fear.
I stammered for a second and said
"I am Henry Worthington's Cousin Isabella. He gave me his keys and told
me to wait for him here. He should not be long," I said as convincingly
as I could. He looked at me and said.
"I can see the resemblance. But might I say you are a much prettier
version."
"Thank you," I replied sweetly as he let me pass. I did it! I was
floating as I ascended the stairs, only to have the woman who lived
below me open her door as I was passing.
"That is a beautiful dress, my dear," Catherine said. Catherine Delong
was the widow of Custus Delong, a general in the Union Army.
"Thank you, Madam," I replied.
"My name is Catherine Delong. And you are?"
"Isabella Worthington," I replied.
"A relation of Henry?"
"Yes, his cousin."
"Of course..." she said giving me a hard look. "You and Henry must come
to dinner tomorrow."
"We would love to, but Henry is out of town on business. I am staying
at his residence for the next few days." Why did I say that!!!
"Well, you must come to dinner tomorrow then. I will not take no for an
answer. Until 5 tomorrow then?"
"Of course. I would be honored," I said and curtsied to her.
"How nice. What manners you have, young lady. I can not wait for
tomorrow," she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek and walked back
into her apartment. What was I going to do now? I went back to the
doorman.
"Could you be so kind as to get a message to my cousin Margaret
Billingsly at Gelding Manor?"
"Of course, Miss. What should it say?"
"Tell her Isabella needs her assistance tomorrow morning as soon as she
can arrive."
"I will get someone there tonight."
"Thank you," I said at went to my room. I sat down in a chair, and my
bustle pushed my dress up in the front. I hurriedly stood up and
gathered my skirts and sat back down. What was I going to do? Could I
really keep up the masquerade for a whole dinner with a stranger who
knew Henry? I did not get much sleep that night.
The next morning Margaret arrived early. I brought her inside.
"I thought I was meeting Isabella?" she said with mock sincerity.
"No time for jests," I told her then explained what happened last night.
I waited for her to offer some advice.
"What is to talk about? Just go to the dinner."
"How can I?"
"I will help you get ready. I will just go home and get an evening
dress for you."
"I can not keep this up. The pressure is getting to me."
"Henry listen to me. All joking aside, you are a very passable woman.
You can do this. Just relax and have fun with it. I will go home and
bring back everything you will need. Now get a bath and I will be back
in a few hours. Margaret left and I did as she said. I took a long
bath to try to relax. Margaret came back around 2 in the afternoon with
a few bags. She led me to my bedroom and told me to undress. She
turned her back as I slipped on the pantalettes. These ones were even
lacier than the others. Next came a lacy chemise and a silky petticoat.
The corset from last night was tied to me even tighter than last night.
My breathing was restricted, but I got quickly used to it. I put on the
same bustle as last night and I put on another petticoat. Next came a
beautiful black silk underskirt. It was trimmed with lace, beads,
ruching, and flounces. My heart danced as I saw myself in it. The
bodice was next. It was a breathtaking hunter green with lace around
the edges of the short sleeves, It had a black lace overlay around the
inner edges of the dress. It ended with a pretty bow of black and green
at the breast line. My breast inserts were added in. The overskirt was
then stepped into. It matched the green of the skirt with black lace
layers at the hemline, ending with a train behind the bodice. Margaret
gave me a choker make of Venetian lace with a woman's silhouette cameo
to put around my neck. Hunter green gloves completed the outfit.
Margaret had put my hair up into a tight bun and held it with a pearl
comb. I looked amazing. I had to admit to myself, I was a pretty
woman. I was very nervous, though, as the hour of 5 arrived and I had
to go to dinner.
"Just relax, Isabella. You will do fine," she gave me hug for comfort
and I walked downstairs and knocked on the door. The butler opened the
door. I told him I was Isabella Worthington to see Madam Catherine
Delong. He led me into the parlor where Catherine was seated. She rose
and gave me kisses on the cheeks, which I gave back in kind. I will say
Catherine is an attractive woman. In her mid-30's, dark haired and very
plump.
"I am so glad you could come, Isabella. Your dress is just lovely."
"Thank you, Madam. Your dress is quite stunning too."
"Please, call me Catherine. Shall we adjourn to dinner?"
Catherine led the way and we dined on fine food and wine. We conversed
on everything from the War to my family to "Henry". Catherine gave me a
quizzical look when we talked of Henry. It made me nervous, but she
never let on like she knew. She then gave me a quick tour of her
apartment, which was much nicer than mine. We then retired to her
parlor.
"So, Isabella, Henry has never mentioned you before. I can not
understand why not? You are such a charming young lady."
"Well, Catherine, Henry is a shy young man and probably is too
intimidated to chat with such a handsome woman as yourself," I said,
which was the truth. Catherine, as I have stated before, is very
beautiful.
"I see..." Catherine said. "So can I ask you something, Isabella? How
long have you been dressing like this?"
"Excuse me?" I said stammering. She knows?
"Come now, Henry. I can tell it is you. I know your face."
I was so embarrassed. I hung my head, not knowing what to say.
"Don't worry about your little secret. It is safe with me."
"How did you know?" I asked in my normal voice.
"Oh do not worry. You are completely convincing as a woman. As I said,
I know your face."
I did not know what to say or do.
"I apologize for trying to deceive you. It was not my purpose too. I
just did not know how to handle the situation. I will take my leave
now, Madam," I answered and got up to leave.
"Oh please do stay. As I said, I am not judging you at all. As a
matter of fact, this could work out nicely."
"What could, if I may ask?"
"Please sit," Catherine asked of me and I did. "I knew it was you last
night. I was astonished when I saw you dressed as a beautiful woman. I
invited you to dinner for another reason than to just be friendly. How
do I put this? You gave me an idea on a problem of mine. I have a
proposal for you. Well, let me ask you, how do you like the job you
have right now?"
That caught me quite off-guard. "Um...it is not the best job in the
world, but it suffices," I told her the truth.
"How would you like to make a lot more money?"
"Money is not the reason why I work, Madam. My family has money if I
need it."
"Well, how would you like a job that is more...rewarding and stimulating
for someone like you."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I find myself in need of a lady-in-waiting. I think Isabella would be
perfect."
I was shocked. "How could I? I am not a lady."
"No one but me and your sister know that," Catherine seemed to have some
sort of plan all worked out. Could I really do this?
"I do not know..."
"Please think about it. You can be Isabella every day! I can help you
become even more believable than now. It is what you want, is it not?"
"Why do you not just find a girl to be your lady-in-waiting."
"I just thought that you wanted to be a woman. The way you dress and
act so convincingly. I just thought that this arraignment could work
for the both of us.
I had to think about this. "Could I at least think on this? Do you
need an answer right now?"
"Take all the time you need. I do not want to rush you."
"Thank you, Catherine. I will think about it. I will let you know as
soon as I can."
I said my goodbye and took my leave. I was still in shock as I went to
bed that evening. Could I really do this?
I awoke to my sister at my door. I let her in and she wanted to know
everything that happened. I told her the whole story. Margaret sat
back in shock.
"Are you going to do it?" she asked me.
"Of course not," I answered. "How could I? It is preposterous."
"Why, is it not what you really want? To live as a woman?"
"I honestly do not know," I answered. "To be honest, the thought of
living as a woman sounds so appealing to me. I would love to do it, but
what about the consequences? What if a man would ask to court me? How
would I handle something like that?"
"Tell them that you are committed to your lady and can not," Margaret
answered me. The more we talked, the less my apprehensions took hold,
and the more I felt like I could do it.
"Be honest, do you really think I could?" I asked her.
"Henry, I am being completely honest. You are completely believable as
a woman. I think you should have been a woman. That is how I feel."
I started to cry at that. My walls had completely fallen. I wanted
this so badly now, there was no going back. I told her I was going to
do it. Margaret cried with joy for me as well. I told her I was going
to go down and let Catherine know now. She wished me luck and told me
she would stay to hear what was next. I could see the excitement in her
eyes for me as well. I went downstairs and knocked on Catherine's door.
The butler answered and I told him I was there to see Madam Delong. I
sat in the parlor with her.
"I have made up my mind. I want to do it." I could hardly contain my
delight.
"I am so glad!" Catherine came over and gave me a hug. "You are so
going to love it here. I pamper my girls." I had to giggle at that.
"So when do you want me to start?"
"Today if you like?"
"I need to get my affairs in order. I need to notify my job that I am
leaving. I need to tell the landlord that I am moving."
"I can take care of the landlord. You go tell your boss now that you
are moving and leaving. Then come back here. Leave your key with me.
I will get movers to take your belongings to your family's manor. I
need my lady now," Catherine said that with mock severity.
"Yes, my lady," I replied in my feminine voice. I curtsied. It must
have looked funny in my man clothes. "I do have to go to my apartment.
My sister is waiting."
"Oh good. I will accompany you. I want to talk to her," I followed
Catherine out and up to my apartment. Margaret was waiting and I
introduced her to Catherine.
"So nice to meet you, my dear," Catherine said to Margaret.
"Nice to meet you as well," Margaret replied. We talked of my accepting
and we made preparations.
"Margaret, can you bring your former lady-in-waiting's clothes to my
apartment?" Catherine asked her. "Isabella needs all the clothes she
can get."
"Of course, I will leave immediately. I will make the arraignments with
my people to move Henry's things back to my estate. Do not worry about
that, Catherine. You have your hands full with my little sister,"
Margaret gave me a big smile and I returned it.
"Good, so I will await your return, Isabella. Go now to your old boss.
Hurry back, we have a great many things ahead."
"As you say," I said and left. I went to my boss's house and gave him
my notice. He was not very happy, but I did not care at this point. I
practically ran back to Catherine's apartment. I knocked and Catherine
met me at the door. She gave her butler the rest of the day off so I
could become Isabella without anyone else seeing.
"Here is a key to the apartment. I will explain your duties while we
await your clothing," Catherine then laid out that I was to basically
serve as her confidant. I would help her get dressed when she needed
it, as she would help me in the same capacity. She really did not
expect too much out of her girls other than that. I was to help with
whatever she needed. The cook handled the meals, the butler and maid
the chores. I would be there as her confidant and friend. I could not
believe my luck. I was going to be a woman for now on!
My clothing arrived in the moving carriage. There were 5 boxes and 6
bags of things! All mine! We hung up all my clothing and put the rest
in dressers in my new bedroom.
"We shall dine out this evening, Isabella. Let us get you dressed now,"
After I took a bath I put on a set of silk pantalettes. Then came the
rest of the undergarments, chemise, petticoats, corset, bustle, and
shoes. The skirt was peach colored with three layers of white lace
trim. All three layers were accented with white bows on the sides. It
has an attached overskirt that is bunched up in the back along the
bustle, flowing down into a beautiful train. The bodice is boned and
matches the skirt in color and lace. The sleeves come to below the
elbow and are also finished with silk pleating over a wide gathered lace
and finished with the pearled net and Venice laces. The waist of the
bodice comes to a long "V" at both the front and back and is again
finished with the pearled net and Venice laces. It is so beautiful.
"You look divine, Isabella," Catherine said with approval. My hair had
been gathered in a tight bun. A matching bonnet was tied to my head.
We then went to her room and I helped her get dressed. It was
embarrassing at first, but Catherine put me at ease and told me that I
better get used to seeing her like this. We put on our gloves and had a
carriage take us to a restaurant.
We were seated and took our orders. We chatted about the weather and
such things while we waited for our food. An older couple approached
our table.
"Captain Andrews, Melina. How are you?" Catherine said. Captain
Andrews took Catherine's hand and kissed it.
"We are doing fine, Catherine. And you?" Melinda said.
"Fine. Thank you. Let me introduce Miss Isabella Worthington. My new
lady-in-waiting."
"Charmed," Captain Andrews said as he took my hand and kissed it.
"A pleasure to meet you both," I said.
"What a charming young lady you have, Catherine," Melinda told
Catherine. I thanked her. They made small talk for a moment then took
their table. Our food arrived and we ate then left with no more
interruptions. We arrived back at our apartment and I helped Catherine
into a nightgown. I then retired to my room and put on a cream colored
nightgown and went to sleep, happier than I had ever been.
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