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Interviewed. Trish. Even though my breasts, and face was feeling a little tender after my first day back at work. I felt good about myself as I slowly changed out of my work uniform and into something more comfortable. After seven weeks of enforced idleness while I was recovering from my implants, and facial feminisation treatments, having to keep a smile on my face with the customers had at times felt something like a marathon, but I was glad to be back at work. Looking at my dresser, I smiled seeing my mothers doll stood next to the mirror. Except for the minor flaws and nicks in her body, the missing hat and the carefully matched repairs in her Pan-Am uniform, I might have suspected that Alice had replaced her. We had been through a lot together and as I gently ran my hand over her head, I once again asked myself how I of all people, got so lucky? Pulling my attention from her I checked my appearance with a pleased smile, liking the person I saw reflected back at me. After having got used to plastering on the make up, and selecting clothing that disguised and supported my silicone inserts, the freedom to wear minimal make up and a light spaghetti strapped top with a short cotton skirt was worth every second of the pain and discomfort I went though. Although it was no longer technically my job, since it was Dee's day off I headed down to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner. Since I knew Miss Alice would pooh-pooh any attempt at thanks, I still wanted her to know how grateful I was and had made up my mind to make sure everything was just as she liked it when she got home. "Good evening Mistress," I said with a formal curtsy, which was at odds with my casual dress when Miss Alice walked in. I could see my greeting surprised her and stifled a giggle, as she collected her wits, and said with a grin. "Hey Sarah, how are you feeling dear?" "Much better thank you," I said taking her handbag and car keys, adding. "Your drink is in the conservatory, and dinner will be any time you require." Miss Alice was about to say something when the doorbell chimed, and although it used to be my job to respond to such things, as she was still next to the door she opened it saying, "Hello," before she recognised two police uniforms on the door step and added, "Officers?" "Mrs Hart?" the taller of the two said. "It's Miss, but yes," she said, "how can I help you, oh and would you like to come in," adding as she closed the door behind them, "Can I get you a tea or coffee?" "Coffee would be nice Miss Hart," the tall one said. "Would you bring a two coffees into the conservatory please Sarah?" Miss Alice said to me, as she showed the police officers into the house saying, "Now what can I do for you two gentlemen?" Assuming it was something to do with the graffiti that had been daubed all over the shop on Market Street, I went and made the police a pot of coffee. Contented and settled in my new life, it never occurred to me that they were interested in me, or rather the person I used to be. After turning down the oven as I did not want to risk drying out our dinner, I made the two officers their coffee and a couple of minutes later, knocked on the conservatory door. "Come on in Sarah," Miss Alice said with a lilt of amusement in her voice. As I walked in she gave me an ear to ear grin, and said as I served the two officers their coffee. "These two officers are looking for Sean dear, do you want to tell them what happened to him, or shall I?" I went red, and then caught myself and said, "No it's all right Alice, I'll do it." Looking at the older copper I asked politely, "What is this about Sir?" The younger of the two officer's had a note book out and said, "We have reason to believe that Sean Donald is part of a gang involved in a drug related shooting last week, and since his last known employer was Miss Hart here, we were tasked with tracing him as part of the murder enquiry?" I gave them a surprised smile and said, "Well I can assure you that Sean had nothing to do with any shootings Officer, in fact I can guarantee it." "And how might you do that?" the older said with that copper look in his eyes. "Because I am, or rather used to be Sean Donald, sir." The look on their faces was amazing and I could not stop giggling. Miss Alice stepped in and added. "Sarah is telling the the truth officers. I can provide you with the name and details of her doctor and the psychologist who has overseen Sarah's transition." Once they had pulled their jaws from the floor, the younger copper gave me a smile that dripped with more than professional interest as he said, "I think you better begin at the beginning Miss Donald." Settling myself on the sofa beside Miss Alice, I started to tell them my story. ****** Until I met Miss Alice she is quite right when she described me as being a lazy good for nothing. I was an ignorant, ill mannered youth destined at best for a life of unemployment, or more likely petty crime. That said that, in my defence, I can only say that I did not have much of a choice. I was born the year Thatcher took power, on one of the most run down council estates in England, with an abusive drunk for a father and a school dinner lady mother... Not that my mum hung round long, because she was a fading memory before I went to school. I have often asked myself that if she had been in my life would I have turned out differently? I like to think I would have, after all my intelligence had to come from somewhere and it sure was not my dad! Since he was not a positive role model, when I was looking for someone to pattern my life on, I was bright enough to see that the only 'successful' role models on the estate were the 'Firm,' so it's not surprising that I was attracted to that lifestyle. Like most kids from my background when I left school, it was either the army, who would not have me because of my record, or the social. Obviously I went on the social. Having left school my main priority was to get away from the old soak (my dad) and it did not take me long to find a small flat on the other side of the estate. Getting the deposit for the rent was easy enough, because like my mates, I started doing deliveries for the local 'Firm' long before I left school. I was bright enough to know better than to ask what was in the packages, and after running deliveries for a few months my contact in the 'Firm,' gave me the nod that they classed me as 'trustworthy,' which was the first step on the criminal ladder. I guess for a 'wannabe gangster' like me getting 'nod' from the 'Firm' was an ego boost, even though in truth I was little more than an expendable mule in a guns or drug deal. Although I did more than most, all of us in my 'crew' did a legwork for the firm...On a purely practical level it gave my 'crew' some genuine 'gangster' cachet, which meant we were left alone by the other 'crews' on the estate. That said however, the main reason why we worked for the 'Firm' was it paid our 'pot' bills, and kept us sweet with the kind of people you really do not want to upset! Anyway, the day I met Miss Alice started out like every other Thursday. Every second Thursday was 'dole' day and I had to be up before lunch to go into town and sign on. After cashing my money I met up with the lads, and as it was pension day we were having a laugh hanging round the shopping centre freaking out the Granny's. We were not doing anything illegal unless you count the odd joint, just larking around, looking intimidating, and being a bit obnoxious. I suppose we must have annoyed someone enough to complain because the 'scum' (police) arrived, and, started giving it large about doing us for public disorder. It was just the usual threats from the police. We knew the score, and started play up as the coppers started going through the dance of making us move off. Being a smart arse, I had to have a couple of digs at them, and made sure the good looking police woman got a more than bit of stick. "Shut it Donald!" the older copper growled, "or you're nicked!" "Nick me copper, an yuz mama pork 'sow' (police woman) can 'BANG' me up any time!" I did not step over the line but came close to it as I made numerous suggestive comments about women in uniform, before commenting to one of my mates, "I be thinkin' if de pork 'sow' is still a real bird, bro?" Like most inner city areas, many locals have a deep distrust of the police, and, it did not take long before other people were attracted to the street theatre. Since the police were about as popular as a fart in a lift, some of the watching residents also started giving the police a hard time. Surprisingly one of them was a little old granny who gave them a right gob full about 'harassing these boys.' Things were starting to look like it could get out of hand, and as I had just scored a quarter ounce of sweet Mary, I was not in the mood for any tangles with the law. I was more than willing to move on, once I had shown a little more class. Being honest I was enjoying winding up the police, and probably would have stayed if it had not been such a miserable March day. Also having scored some weed, I had decided long before the 'scum' arrived, that going to see if Natalie felt like warming me up was more fun than hanging round the shops! Making some swaggering comment about needing my 'woman' to get the smell of pork from my nose. I strutted off showing them maximum disrespect, and because I was clearly leaving I was able to get away with my attitude with out any great fear reprisal. Feeling like I had done much to bring down 'The Man' I walked away with my head high. Natalie was my sort of girlfriend. I say sort of, because the limit of our interest in each other was to get stoned, and fuck. Thinking about Natalie's charms, I was not looking where I was going when I walked out by the car park, and sent some old bag, and her shopping flying. My first thought was 'so what,' and was about to ignore her, and carry on, when the woman snapped in a tone used to being obeyed. "Young man! Get back here, this instant, and pick up the shopping you spilt!" I looked round at her disdainfully and was about to tell the 'bag' to 'quit whining' when her furious ice cold grey eyes bored straight into mine and collapsed my affected swagger. "Now boy!" The whip in her tone made me jump, and aware of her cold gaze on me, I hated myself for blushing like I did, as I reluctantly began to pick up her spilt shopping. "Dare!" I said picking up the shopping and dumping it on a car boot. "Is yuz' 'appy!" "You young man, need to learn some manners!" the woman snapped. "And no, I am not happy, how the hell am I supposed to carry it?" "Ain, tich way yuz' can," I said pulling my flippant swagger back on. Again her eyes coldly bored into mine as she snapped. "You caused it, you carry it!" "I isn't yo," I started to say, for a split second we gazed at each other in a battle of wills before her scary eyes again collapsed my affected arrogance. "Speak properly boy!" Her tone dripped with command. "You're English, speak like it!" With her chilly eyes still on mine she growled. "Now," as she stalked away, "Bring it!" The whip in her haughty tones perhaps triggered something programmed into me, but what ever it was, her words motivated my obedience. Hell I had picked up the shopping and was following her to her car before I knew it. With a disdainful edge in her tones as she stalked over the car park she told me exactly what she thought of me. Slamming the boot shut, the woman gave me another mouthful about my disgraceful behaviour before getting into her car and driving off. Fate was not with me because Natalie's social worker's car was parked at the flats. As I suspected that the social worker was probably giving Natalie a hard time about her 'brat.' I reluctantly accepted that a shag was no longer on the cards. Considering my options I thought fuck it, and went home to get high! After an afternoon smoking pot and playing video games I got the munches. Realising it was getting towards dark I pulled myself away from my Play-station and went for a takeaway. As it is only a 15 minute walk from the Cromwell estate into town, I never went to the local salmonella pizza place on the Central Parade, and instead made my way into town. Feeling happily stoned, I trying to make up my mind over a Mickey D or an Unlucky Fried as I mooched along Market Street. In my own little world I did not really notice that the shops were closing for the night until a chilly voice jerked me from my my takeaway deliberations, saying, "Still no manners I see." Struggling in the gusty chilly wind to move a swinging signboard was the scary woman from lunchtime, and for a moment I stood there looking at her blankly. I probably looked like a moron with my mouth half open, trying to come up with some witty response. I wanted to ignore her, but those piercing eyes of hers again caught mine. Feeling my face suddenly burning I capitulated, saying something like. "Yuz iz 'kay," as I picked up the other end. Trapping my eyes over the sign she coldly said., "Thank you," before adding in an equally sniffy tone. "No wonder you have no manners! You speak English like some dammed fuzzywuzzy!" As the shop front shutters were down, I did not know what sort of shop it was until I was surrounded by party dresses, and lingerie. "What's your name?" she demanded, locking the door behind her. "I," I pointed at myself, "is Dono." Her flinty eyes locked onto mine, and feeling cowed, from being in this temple of femininity, and her chilly gaze, I quickly added, "Sean Donald." Ignoring my embarrassment she picked up her end of the sign, and barked out like a sergeant. "Straight back into a stock room!" Pushing the sign with me at the other end, she steered me into the back of the shop. For a long chilly moment after the sign was in her stock room she glowered at me, before curtly nodding and saying. "I am Ms. Hart, owner of Alice's Chamber. Welcome to my world." A few months earlier when we were shagging stoned, Natalie had talked me a into a little lingerie play, which I found equally embarrassing, and exciting. Although I had never admitted it to Natalie I really enjoyed the times when she got it into her head to 'girl' me up... Now surrounded by the silky, frilly intimates displayed on the walls, and the dresses on the mannequins, a button that I did not know I had switched on in my head. All of a sudden I was assailed by strange thoughts about dressing up in the stuff, my usual bored impudent 'gangsta' front failed me, turning me into a blushing embarrassed mush, as I mumbled, "Yuz iz welk." "I assume that it is what passes for you are welcome in your vocabulary these days," Miss Alice sniffed with an edge in her tone and a look that made me feel like I was an inch tall. "The correct way would be to say: 'You are very welcome Ms. Hart.'" For all my 'street face' was very anti-authoritarian, the note of command that rung through her quietly stated demand made me jump to obey. Again I felt my face burn and lowering my eyes from hers, as she calmly said. "Now you try." For a moment she let me gaze at the floor before barking. "Say it!" The command in her tone jerked my eyes up, and had me saying, almost before I knew it. "You are very welcome Ms. Hart," which brought a chilly smile to her tone as she said. "Perhaps you are trainable after all?" "Um thank you Miss," I said no longer able to face her eyes I looked back at the floor blushing brightly. "The question is can I be bothered." Her tone rippled with chilly amusement. "To spend my time training you, I'll think about that tonight!" With that she led me back to the door. Giving me a final long look over, before she said in a cold yet musing tone as she locked up the shop. "With a little effort on your part young man, you could be made almost presentable," there was a smirk in her chilly eyes, as she curtly informed me with a wave of her finger, "You may go, Sean." I do not know if I felt relief or regret when she dismissed me! Strange thoughts and concepts were twisting my head, and no matter how hard I tired I could not shake her words. I had heard them all before. From teachers, youth workers, dole officers and the police, but this time my usual flippant attitude had evaporated, forcing me to actually look at myself and my life... I did not like what I saw... For the first time in a long time I actually felt ashamed of myself and lifestyle. I do not know how long I wandered aimlessly round the streets trying to get her words from my mind. I told myself that I was a gangster! I was a player, someone who did need to be a 'citizen,' but no matter how hard I tried I knew it was a lie... I also tried to deny to myself that I was not captivated by the idea of coming up to Ms. Hart's expectations. It was like I was a moth, and she was the flame... Eventually my stomach abruptly reminded me why I had left the 'comforts' of my bedsit. As Mick D was the closest I shook myself into gear and went for something to eat. I had hoped food would shake off the strange thoughts spinning though my mind, and treated myself to a 'Big Mac,' large fries and a banana milkshake. Eventually getting home sometime after nine in the evening, I sat in front of the telly smoking joint after joint unable to shake the image of her eyes from my mind. Given how much I had smoked I should have passed out like a light but instead I lay there semi aware of the usual Cromwell night sounds, trying to shake her words from my head. Eventually I must have dozed off because all of a sudden it was morning, and although at first Miss Hart had faded from my mind, she came back as I rolled my morning joint. I could almost sense her disapproving expression as I sipped a mug of tea and smoked my breakfast gazing out over filthy estate. Deciding to try to pull myself from my funk, I went to see my 'crew' at the 'squat' we used as a 'clubhouse.' I suppose I was hoping that normality would chase out the alien thoughts, and ideas that were filling my mind. However, even as I walked through the estate I knew deep down that the allure of spending my days with my mates smoking pot, while watching porn, or playing computer games had faded. Deep down I guess I knew I wanted more... Needless to say, my attempt at being myself failed, and around five in the afternoon I used the excuse of food and Natalie to leave them to their entertainments. Although I told myself I was going for an Unlucky Fried Chicken, and then on to Natalie's, at the back of my mind I knew I was hoping to see Miss Alice again. I'll never know if she was keeping an eye out for me, but as I approached her shop, she walked out and began to close the shop shutters. With out looking in my direction, Miss Hart acknowledged my presence, saying, well commanding if I am honest. "Take the front of the sign Sean," as she grasped the back and pushed me towards the open door. Looking at her as we moved the sign in the shop, I felt sure I saw something approaching amusement flicker over her face when she lowered her end. Turning to the the door she slipped the lock into place, before turned back to face me dryly commenting. "Very convenient that you just happened to be passing as I locked up... What are you doing here Sean? I would have thought you would have had better things to do?" I looked at her helpless unable to come up with a reason that did not sound like I had made it up. "Not that it matters," Miss Hart smirked reading my expression, as she added, "I was hoping you would pass by Sean. My delivery was late, and you will help me check it in." It was not a request, and we both knew it. Again with that hint of a smirk in her face, she said "Leave the sign here for now," adding with a wave of her hand towards a doorway next to the stock room. "You'll find a kettle, and the doings in there Sean. Fetch me a pot of tea, and then come help me with the delivery!" "Er, yes Miss Hart," I said finally finding my tongue. "Good!" She said with a pleased nod. "And since you are here, you will assist me in checking in the remainder of today's delivery, and I shall make my mind about you." I am sure from the expression that flickered on her face, she knew that she had me under her thumb. Feeling a strange mix of shame and giddiness, I hoarsely croaked. "Yes Miss," and did her bidding. I spent the next hour and a half placing the delivery on shelves after Miss Alice had one by one scanned them into her system. All the while she kept up a steady debate aloud about the advantages and disadvantages of her 'bothering' to train me, mixed with dry comments alluding too, but never explaining the changes I would have to accept, if she employed me as her trainee. The word 'employed' jumped out at me! Was she offering me a job? Would I become a 'citizen' for the first time in my life? The concepts spun round my mind as I put the various items of clothing on the correct shelves wishing I could feel the materials under the cellophane wrappings. Eventually the large delivery box was empty, and with a pleased nod Ms. Hart gave me a long look over before she said. "I can see my first impression last night that you might have some potential to become a contributing member of society was not in error, Sean." "Thank you Ms. Hart," I said with a blush at her faint praise. Slipping on her coat she led me back to the door saying with a barely visible smile flickering in her eyes. "I am minded to take a risk on you young man. I have a few tasks that require attention which I think you could perform, and if you come up to standards it would demonstrate to me that you have the potential to be trained for something better!" Again there was that smirk of amusement in her eyes as unlocked the latch asking. "Well? Would you like me to train you for something better than the future you have in store Sean?" I looked at her indecisively. I did not know what to say. Once again in her presence the impudent street front I usually affected completely deserted me, and I looked at her helplessly. With the words she used I hardly understood what she said after she mentioned, 'employment!' I needed to get my head straight. Or rather not... "I... I think I would," I blushed and stammered, "Would like that Ms. Hart." "Good!" Ms. Hart said as she opened the door and followed me out, stating as she she locked up her shop. "I'll give you time to think," Miss Alice laughed. "You may have until the end of the week before my offer ends. Now if you decide to accept my training you will be back here one evening between now and Friday at 6pm prompt. Should you come, I will take that as proof that you are willing to sign a preliminary employment contract with me for a three month in service trail. Understood?" "Yes Ms. Hart," I said feeling a little like I was at school, as I blushed asking. "Employment?" "Of course!" Miss Alice said, "Naturally its only minimum wage, minus expenses to begin with, but that is the same in all companies at entry level. You may go now!" She was right. That night once I was back at home, I again sat in front of the telly smoking one fat joint after another, wondering if she was serious. If she was it was the first job offer ever for me. I guess all my mental perambulations on the topic of 'going straight' had opened my eyes to the simple fact that I was bored with the dole lifestyle. More than that, deep down I wanted to get out off the shithouse estate where I grew up! In the end I guess what tipped it for me to say yes, was the idea that I might get a chance to spend some more time in her shop, "And may be," a little voice said in my head, "Try some of her stock on!" The following evening I was there at 6pm. "I thought you'd be here," Miss Alice said with a faint smile, opening the door at 6pm ready to leave. "Excellent." She reached into her briefcase and handed me an enveloped saying. "Take this home read it. If you agree to the contract fill in the national insurance section, sign your agreement at each point marked, and at the bottom of each page. Then bring it back to me completed in the morning. I'll expect you to be here at opening time, that's 9am prompt. Then you will go to the employment office and sign off the dole, before running any other errands I might require to enter my employment." "Yes Ms. Hart," I said feeling flickers of apprehension about what her 'employment' entailed. As the contract was written in legal language. I did not have a clue what most of it meant, and did not bother trying reading past the first page. I just went through the five pages signing each part as required with out really taking note of clauses about standard of appearance, uniforms and accommodation. In truth I was relieved to have a real job. It would be something to rub in my mate's faces, well it would have been until I realised they would make my life misery if they knew it was at a dress shop! Deciding to tell them if they asked that I was working in a warehouse, I finished off the last of my weed and went to bed feeling pretty good about things, while idly wondering if I had any chance with Ms. Hart. She might have been almost twice my age but behind her pulled back hair, bad temper and icy demeanour, was a stunning looking forty-year- old woman. Next morning I was there on time, feeling uncertain and more than a little apprehensive about what Miss Hart had planned for me. "I said prompt," Miss Alice said as I found her unlocking her shop. "You are one minute late... and I cannot abhor lateness, do not let it happen again," Her eyes were steely grey as she looked at me asking as she indicated I should enter. "You have signed the contract papers?" "Yes Miss," I said handing her the envelope. "Excellent," she said with a predatory smile. "Then off you go to the employment office to sign off the dole, and then when you get back we'll discuss what wish you to do during your trial." The formalities at the employment office were pretty straight forwards. Two forms, and one brief interview with my dole officer later, I was officially an employed person, a citizen! Although tempted to bunk off for an hour or two when I saw a couple of my mates. I some how knew Ms. Hart would find out, and avoided their entreaties to join them for a joint, saying that the dole office had sent me on an interview. It was an occupational hazard of being unemployed that 'The Man' tried to get you employed. They knew I could only keep my dole and benefits, if I attended interviews 'The Man' arranged. Cheerfully advising me not to try too hard in case I got offered it, they strutted off towards the estate. Relieved that they did not ask what the job was, I made sure they were not watching as I made my way back to the shop. With a sign on the door saying closed for lunch. Miss Hart took me into the stock room, telling me to make her a pot of tea, adding dryly that I better get used to tea making as it would be one of my duty's if I entered her training at the end of my trial. "Now then Sean, as I cannot have you round the shop looking like you do. Eventually I will purchase you a staff uniform, which you will wear here. How ever since I have decided to start you as a gardener, for now, your attire is acceptable ... If it is clean each day understood?" "Yes Miss," I said adding with a blush. "Gardener?" "Yes, gardener. I have just purchased a new home, and the garden is a disaster that needs clearing." She gave me a thin smile and said, "You may address me as Miss Alice." Telling me the bus routes and directions to get to her house, Miss Alice sent me on my first errand to buy a bus pass to get me to and from her home on time each day. Next she had me clean the stock room, and although I never saw the customers I quickly learned to keep a tea tray ready for when Miss Alice had 'serious' clients. With my new bus pass to get me home, Miss Alice closed early and drove me to her house on the green belt, and walked me round the garden explaining what she wanted doing. The garden was huge and included a covered swimming pool that was in serious need of restoration. Informing me that now the weather was improving, she had already arranged for a specialist contractor to restore the swimming pool, before she gave me a printed list of targets, and objectives to meet. The tasks were manual labour like clearing the jungle of weeds that covered the lawns, weeding and preparing the kitchen garden, but my first job was to get the hawthorns cut back and clear the area next to the swimming pool in time to meet the contractors schedule, as they were due to start the work the following week. Although money wise after the costs of working for a living, I was not a lot better off than being on the dole. That said the couple of extra pounds that remained in pocket a week made me wealthy in comparison to my mates. When I told them I was working as a gardener, they had nothing to take the piss about other than becoming a 'citizen'. Oddly the person who could perhaps have got me out from under her thumb was my contact with the Firm, and his advice, when he found out I had a gardening job was, "Good! Now listen to me son, you've got a half decent brain between your ears use it! You've got an opportunity to go straight and stay straight!" I might have disliked having to be up for about six in the morning but after a couple of weeks I got into something of a routine and started enjoy the job. I found I liked gardening and had pretty much made up my mind, that even if Miss Alice did not take me on at the end of my trial, if I got a qualification or two in horticulture I could earn a 'straight' living doing gardening work. This alteration in my mindset combined with me working fixed hours, and having to meet time tables meant that by the time my three month trial grew to a close, I had developed a level of self discipline and a work ethic. Although I did not see it, the changes in my life was slowly moving me away my mates lifestyle. Ms. Hart, or Miss Alice as I now addressed her, was pleased with my gardening work. She was not so impressed with my reading matter however and insisted I read a good paper rather than the Sun during my breaks. She had been very upset about my choice of paper when she found out and insisted that I replaced the 'tabloid rag' with her delivered copy of the Independent until I found a worthwhile paper. As Miss Alice often commented of an evening before I left about the day's news, I started to read the paper, and it, along with her disgust at sloppy language forced me to improve my vocabulary. As the swimming pool contractors were very much a closed shop operation, they pretty much ignored me, which meant I was alone most of the time at work. This at times got a little lonely, but I did find an old fashioned transistor radio in the shed and although the only thing I could get on it was Radio Four I listened to it for company. As I was listening to BBC English all the time, and was well motivated by Miss Alice's views of 'slovenly' language, the combination of the paper and the Radio 4 also triggered an improvement in my diction. Miss Alice had a big bug in her bonnet about improper use of the English language, and from the outset, had been very insistent about me avoiding street language and speaking properly. As I really wanted to remain employed at the end of my trail with in a month or so I was highly motivated to do as she bid. Her other big rule was manners, she demanded, and expected that I would respond to her in a pleasant, attentive, and politely deferential manner, using real words with no hint of my former 'immature' linguistic affectations. Getting used to working for Miss Alice was in many ways even more of a culture shock than working for a living, but I came to like working for her. She might have been incredibly picky about things, even down to details like how 'my' tools were stored in the garden shed, but just a smile from her in reward for getting it right, somehow made acquiescing to her demands worthwhile. Her rewards were never generous, often little more that a smile and a well done, or for truly excellent performance, Miss Alice would make me a cup of tea. Poor performance or reverting to 'immature' or vulgar language was met with an air of icy disapproval. Miss Alice was not a screamer or a shouter, sometimes I wished she was, because then I would not have to face her expressions of disgusted disappointment or dryly humiliating comments. I did not find out until much later that my start time of 8.30 had been carefully chosen so that my bus connections to reach her home on time meant I had to be on the bus for six thirty everyday. In doing this, not only had Miss Alice forced me to adopt a normal sleeping pattern, she had effectively curtailed my participation in my mates less savoury activities. I suppose it took about a month before I got completely with the program, and started to adapt to the idea of being 'in service' as Miss Alice described my job. I did not know the term, and looked it up, and found she was referring to working directly for her, like the staff of the great houses worked for a person rather than a company. Having, cut, weeded and dug my way through the over grown mass that had filled the garden on schedule Miss Alice was pleased with my performance. One afternoon a few weeks after the clocks had gone forwards, she was busily instructing me on the next phase of her gardens restoration when a supplier called to say her delayed stock delivery from the morning could be at the shop for six thirty if there would be someone there to receive it. Having closed early that day for a dentists appointment, Miss Alice's jaw was still numb from her filling, and she had a really sour expression on her face as she ended the call saying she would be there. Giving me a chilly once over she said grumbling. "Dam! Well I don't want to be sorting a full delivery out on my own this time of night. I need you to do overtime tonight and help me." Having spent the day in the drizzle digging manure into the flowerbeds, I smelt, and my clothes were a mess. Gazing at me with an assessing look, Miss Alice pulled an even sourer face, saying, "You'll find a shower at the top of the stairs go and quickly clean yourself up while I find you a shirt and a pair of pants, we're about the same size give or take a little." Other than the kitchen first thing in the morning, and last thing at night, I had never been permitted to venture deeper into her home. Feeling blown away by the opulence around me, I walked up the stairs wondering not for the first time how Miss Alice came to afford to by such a wonderful place. All the toiletries were highly scented, and I felt like I smelt of a tarts boudoir when I dried myself off on her amazingly soft towels. "Are you decent?" Miss Alice demanded. Wrapping myself in the towel, I said, "Yes Miss Alice," just after she walked in, and handed me an armful of clothes saying. "These should fit and not look out of place." Spinning on her heel she added sharply, "Get dressed, we don't have much time." In the bundle were a pair of plain underpants, a matching vest, a short pair of thin socks, a pair of brown pants, and a white silky shirt, with what I now know are a boat neck and cap sleeves. Although I knew deep down that they were ladies clothes, I tried to convince myself otherwise, and then I was being assailed by the sensual sensations of wearing silky things next to my skin. I knew from playing with Natalie that wearing girlie under things was a turn on for me, and I was blushing like mad as I slipped my legs into what I was about to find out were a pair of stretch bootleg pants. They went on the same as any other pair and apart from being tighter on my arse and balls than I was used to. They also sat much lower on my hips than my normal baggy jeans, but other than that they felt like ordinary pants. The shirt was no different, it was just a shirt, which buttoned on the wrong side and was just sheer enough to show in the right light the shape of the more figure hugging vest beneath. Looking at my reflection I saw a more androgynous version of myself in the mirror. Going red I realised it was not how I looked as such, but the colour, and cut of the clothes, that made my appearance a little embarrassing. Burning red I felt a mixture of delight, and embarrassment, about how easily dressed like this someone could mistake me for a girl! "Much better Sean! A definite improvement, however you must do something with your hair," Miss Alice declared when I rejoined her in the kitchen. Running her eyes over my blushing body she said pointing at the chair with a pleased smile and picked up a hair brush. "Sit!" Oddly given how picky Miss Alice was about things. She had never made any comment about my collar length hair, except to tell me to keep it clean and neatly tied back. Humming quietly Miss Alice quickly brushed out the tangles, and pulled it back into much higher ponytail that I ever would, saying as she clipped a band round my sectioned hair. "You have lovely hair Sean. One of these days you really must let my hairdresser see what she can do with it." "Thank you Miss Alice, maybe I will sometime." We were just in time to meet the delivery, and by the time we had checked each item in, and stored everything to Miss Alice's finicky satisfaction it was gone 10 PM, which resulted in my first night in the 'maids quarters'. Next day I was back in my scruffy clothes and in the garden. The swimming pool contractors were pretty much done, and were moving most their heavy equipment out. They were still working inside finishing off the final fixtures and fittings, but were only days from completion. I was looking forwards to that, because it meant I would be about get into the area where they had their cabin and generators. It was an indication of just how much I had changed, that I was starting to worry that they were going to overrun and ruin my chances of making Miss Alice's date for having the ground prepared for replanting. Like with everything else, Miss Alice knew what she wanted, and had a planting diagram and schedule ready. This was both helpful and a constant reminder that I had to have things ready for planting. The list also meant I knew what plants we had get, and I had to work my tail off to be ready before she took me to a garden centre. I rather enjoyed the trip to the garden centre, and came home with her Range Rover packed to the gunnel's with seeds, flowers and shrubs for me to plant just where she wanted. We did not pick up all the plants at once, but she did order everything and arranged fixed delivery dates for the various plants, which meant once again I was working to deadlines. With the miserable weather meeting these dates was at times a struggle, but I did not mind because by now I was taking a lot of pride in my work. This was new mindset, and it had pushed me even further away from my mates, who even in summer lived a more nocturnal existence. I'd occasionally see them if I was down the town of a weekend, but things were different now. I even broke up Natalie after I started with Miss Alice. It was bound to happen with me working all the time and her desires, but it did not take long before Natalie had another 'friend,' to look after her drug fuelled libido. Even when I got to see my mates, nine times out of ten I did not stay long, I had better things to do than hang around smoking pot and freaking out granny's. They might have jeered when I said I had to go and wash my clothes for the following week at the laundrette, but I think most of them were only jealous. Another major alteration in my mind set showed when I turned down the chance to join in a ploy to buy a half a weight of weed, and sell it on minus our own smoke. I knocked the weed on the head a couple of weeks after I started with Miss Alice, mostly because it made getting up in a morning even harder than it already was, but I also needed the money. Although I was working, with expenses like packed lunches, and a decent waterproof, what money I now had, I needed to buy things that made life at work easier... That decision not to go in to the weed deal with them was the first significant indication how far working for Miss Alice had moved me away from my former mates. With quitting getting high, and taking my job seriously, to them I was selling out, and becoming 'a straight citizen,' which thinking about it was mostly true. Having been co-opted into helping Miss Alice with that first delivery, she took it to mean that I would be available whenever she needed an assistant to help with an evening delivery. As Miss Alice had a shop girl during the day if she required help, and with me available of an evening, she now had everything organised to suit her needs perfectly. With the aid of the miserable late spring early summer weather somehow circumstances always seemed to conspire that whenever I spent an evening at the shop under Miss Alice's eagle eye, I had to wear her pants, and the increasingly feminine tops and under things she picked for me. There was nothing remotely erotic in it for her. As far as she was concerned it was just business, and had she known, she probably would have seen my 'secret' enjoyment in having to dress in her things as a bonus! When ever we were there for a delivery, the door shutter had to be raised, which meant anyone passing the shop could be seen inside. Although she never mentioned it, I am sure Miss Alice selected my 'outfit' so that anyone looking in to her feminine fantasy world would see what she desired, and that clearly did not include having an obviously masculine me, hanging bras and dressing manikins. Although it was intensely embarrassing to dress like Miss Alice required, I was also shamefully turned on by the pants, blouses and pretty under things she wanted me to wear when I had to accompany her to the shop. I knew if any of my old mates caught a glimpse of me dressed like I was, or learned of how dressed, I would have been a laughing stock. The odd thing was Miss Alice made it all so normal and natural, that such thoughts never occurred to me until after we were done. As a treat when ever there was a late delivery, Miss Alice would usually buy a small takeaway on the way back to her home which we'd eat in the kitchen before she dismissed me once more to the 'maids quarters.' These were a nice set of rooms consisting of a small bedroom, a living space and a bathroom in the attic of the house, accessed by a 'servants' staircase from the kitchen. I got to feel quite comfortable in the 'maids quarters,' revelling the sensual caresses of the clothing I wore, and from my second stay the nightwear Miss Alice left out. Natalie might have introduced me to women's clothes during one of our drug addled sexual encounters, but it was being with Miss Alice that got me to enjoy wearing them for more than a sex. The outfits she picked for me were always so comfortable and so sensual to wear that I eagerly looked forwards to the next late delivery! "So Sean," Miss Alice asked at the start of June when my three-month trial ended, "how have you found your first three months in my service?" "Wonderful Miss Alice," I said sheepishly. "It's been fun." "All of it?" "Yes Miss," I said blushing. "Excellent," Miss Alice said, smiling at me. "You have come such a long way from that uncouth creature I met ninety three days ago. Now I must ask you would you like to remain in my service as the gardener, or enter training as my domestic servant?" Her grey eyes held mine as she added. "Naturally domestic service pays better, but I will demand more from you terms of commitment if you become household staff. You have a question Sean?" "Yes Miss Alice," I said attentively. "What sort of commitments, Miss?" "Nothing major in many ways, but still quite a change," Miss Alice said, giving me one of her faint smiles of amusement, as she added, "If you become my domestic trainee, you will take up immediate and permanent residence in the maids quarters, and assume that role. Obviously you'll also have accept some alteration in your general lifestyle, so that you present an image to others that is more fitting for your status as a domestic maid," She gave me a smile adding, "And after I have you fully trained, you can come help me with the shop. I'll need another sales assistant if and when I move to a larger premises." "I'd like that Miss Alice," I said with a deferential smile. "I am sure you would Sean," Miss Alice said with smirk. "I know how much you enjoy your delivery duties... But it's your choice!" She patted my bum adding, "Now run along dear or you'll miss your bus. You can give me your decision in the morning as to whether you wish to remain the gardener, or retrain as my personal maid." Getting home my dingy barely furnished bedsit flat on a decaying 1960's social housing scheme, highlighted the attraction of the 'maids quarters.' I had been born in block three; one over from where I now lived and the only way to describe the place where I was born is a slum! Only a deranged mind would have thought that housing people in a high- rise concrete hamster cage was a good idea. Having said that I'm sure that when it was built, the blocks of three level housing connected by numerous concrete stairwells and walkways was seen as model new estate, but now after years of neglect it was the pits... Once I felt a form of twisted pride about living on the 'Crommie,' now all I wanted to do was leave and never come back! Trying to watch Newsnight with world war three going on next door, I wished I was already in the maids quarters! Along with changing in my reading habits from tabloid to broadsheet Miss Alice's influence also crept into my viewing choices, pushing my interest more towards serious programs rather than the entertainment I had previously watched... And as for my Playstation, that was almost surplus to requirements! It was the night-time soundtrack of the Crommie, the screams of bawling kids, arguments, breaking bottles and the cries of drunks fighting coming through the paper thin walls, that tipped the scales towards entering 'domestic' service with Miss Alice. I am not sure if I felt excited or horrified when I looked up domestic service blushing brightly at my cock's response when I recalled her comment about becoming her personal maid. Next morning, when I arrived on time, Miss Alice was waiting and said simply as she let me in, "Well?" I went red and said, "I wish to enter domestic service Miss Alice." "I suspected you would," Miss Alice said with a smile. "Now how long will it take you to surrender your flat, and be ready to take your place in the maids quarters." "A month for my bedsit notice Miss," I said. "Is the rent paid and bills up to date?" I nodded, "Yes Miss." "Good then there is nothing stopping you moving this weekend. I shall have a small van sent round Friday afternoon to move your possessions. I think you can spend the rest of today notifying your landlord and sorting out any other entanglements so you are ready for pick up." She nodded happily and pulled my contract from her briefcase. Flipping it open she produced a new page to add to the contract. Taking out a pen she wrote. Domestic staff in the title box and said, "Sign here, and here!" With her finger she pointed at two blanks, and passed me the papers and the pen. Needless to say I signed and watched her countersign my signature before date stamping the document. "All done," Miss Alice said happily. "You are now contracted to me as live in domestic maid," With a dismissive wave she added, "You may go and get ready to join my household at the end of the week dear." The bus ride back was a surreal experience. Starting with the paper shop I went round notifying those who needed to know that I was moving out. The last thing I did before heading home was to go to the post office and arranged a postal divert from my flat to Alice's Chambers PO Box. Each person I saw, each signature and notification, was like closing the life I knew one door at a time. By the time I had everything done it was late afternoon, and by the time I got back to my bedsit I was shattered. After a long shower and a bite to eat, I settled down with the paper, wondering what the future had in store for me.... The following day sat in 'my' garden shed eating my lunch looking over the fruits of my three months hard work I realised that I was happy. Even thinking back to the oddly chilling sensations as I disconnected myself from my life on the Cromwell did not dent my sensation of contentment. Things however took a nose dive when I got home and found my bedsit had been broken into and trashed. All my crockery was smashed up, the walls daubed in graffiti and anything of value was gone. My Playstation, telly, video, CD player along with all my games, films and music had been nicked. To say I was furious would not do justice to the rage that filled me... It was not however the loss of my electrical toys that generated the roar of anger that echoed round the block, but what they had done to my doll. Except for a couple of photographs, which thankfully they had not found, the only link I had to my mother was a 1970's Air-hostess Barbie doll and they had gone out of their way to defile her! For the first time in a long time I felt like crying, stood there holding the head of that stupid doll! What made it worse was knowing who did it! I was born on the estate, and there was one golden rule we all followed, we never, ever robbed our own! It was perhaps the only rule on the estate, and as I scrabbled in the mess to find the parts of my mothers dismembered doll, I knew who robbed my bedsit... they were my one-time friends... My things would be stashed somewhere, and they would be lying low in some out of the way place. I felt sure if I went to find them I would not, even though I could almost hear them bragging, "We di' go taxin' 'im man, be'fo kickin' his citizen ass fro' de 'state!" Kicking myself, I should have guessed something like this would happen once news got out that my job was taking me off the estate. It was the kind of purely spiteful behaviour I should have expected. It was pathetic! Not knowing what to do I eventually found a phone box and called Miss Alice's mobile phone. It was only the second time ever I had called her, and I was not even sure she would take the call but thankfully she did. Saying over the sound of people in the background, "What is it Sean?" I told her ending with, "They took or trashed everything, even down to breaking my stupid doll!" I was very attached to that doll. It was all I had of my mum and the fact that it had been deliberately broken told me who did it! "How many times I told them," I sniffed emotionally, "if this place torched the only thing I'd take afta mesel' is that doll of me mam's?" "Pardon?" Miss Alice said in my ear. "Sorry Miss," I apologised, "I was thinking aloud." "Well don't!" Miss Alice said in a sternly kind tone. "It makes you appear stupid dear." "Yes Miss," I said with something approaching a smile. She went quiet for a moment or two before saying. "I am stuck at this dreadfully dreary business forum meeting for at least another hour or two. Can you carry what's left?" "Yes Miss," I said recalling what possessions I had left. "They did not leave much..." "In that case, you might as well as take your place the maids quarters tonight. Call a taxi to the train station, and I'll pick you up on the way home in about three hours." Looking at the mess, what was not soiled was broken, and I ended up shoving everything the bin except a small bag of clothes, a few undamaged photographs and the broken parts of mum's doll in the box that used to contain it, all of which went into my work rucksack with space to spare. Closing the door, I pushed the keys back through the letterbox and walked away. The usual suspects were all knocking about. No doubt looking for an easy mark as I walked through the maze of walkways and stairwells for the last time. As I walked down the walkways I felt a flicker of fear. I was half expecting, fearing a kicking, and I did not feel truly safe until I reached the taxi rank. Thankfully there was a taxi waiting, and getting in I told the driver to take me to the train station loudly enough to be overheard. "Right you are," the driver said, and as he drove away I did not look back. Since I had been seen leaving, I knew my departure had been clocked, and wondered how long it would be before my so called mates found out I had left. The taxi delivered me to the station a good half hour early, and taking a seat in the waiting room I cursed my one-time mates to the pits of hell. My hands were shaking with anger at what they had done. Telling myself to calm down I sipped a cup of revolting machine coffee, wondering what the future held as the minutes ticked slowly by. Aware of Miss Alice's views on punctuality I was stood waiting by the entrance when a car halted beside me and the driver got out saying. "Good evening," as he opened the door for me. I am not sure who had the bigger look of surprise on our faces. Mine at being picked up in a chauffeur driven Jaguar, or Miss Alice's, when she saw all I held was my familiar work rucksack. Asking in astonishment. "Is that it, everything?" I nodded. "Yes Miss, most of it was not worth keeping, so I just binned everything." "Well Sean," she said as I fastened my seat belt in beside her, "I know it must be horrid to lose everything but you could look at it as positively and see it as means of starting with a clean slate." "I suppose I could Miss," I said with a half smile as her driver said. "Home Ms. Hart?" "Yes, home please David," Miss Alice said. As the car pulled away she looked at me, and ask nosily. "So tell me, what was it like? I have never been burgled, well-" She chuckled a little lewdly. "Not like that anyway!" "Horrid," I said simply before adding. "Can I have a little while to think about that Miss, if I tried to tell you right now, I'm not sure that you could understand what I thought?" "Of course," she said, "Sorry that was frightfully rude of me." Wow! An apology off Miss Alice she had clearly been on the wine! It was not until the car delivered us to her home and I had made 'us' a pot of tea that I felt ready to answer the questions on her face. Sat opposite her over the kitchen table I said, "What do you want to know Miss?" "Everything?" she said simply. "Just talk about it dear." "Yes Miss," I said with a sad smile. "Well for one I am kicking myself! I should have guessed that if they found out I was leaving, they'd roll my bedsit." I wanted to swear but Miss Alice had rules about that and I moderated my language. "Its the sort of petty thing they'd do." "They've all been jealous as hell since I won my telly, and play- station last Christmas, so I'm not surprised they robbed them, and my video." "You keep referring to the thieves as 'they,' so who might they be?" "My crew!" I said feeling miserable about it. "They did it I'm sure of it." I bitterly half laughed. "Who else would bother breaking my stupid doll!" "You have a doll?" Miss Alice asked nonplussed. "Yeah," I said, "It was my mother's, and they knew how precious that made her to me." "May I see her?" Miss Alice asked. "If you want but she's ruined," I sniffed back a tear pulling the box containing the broken doll from my bag, and handing it her. Miss Alice examined the parts of the doll and her ripped dress. Pulling her face when she saw crudely drawn indelible marker scribbled pubic hair and the 'slut' tattoos that had been scribbled on the doll before they broke her. Seeing her expression I said, "What they did to her is what tells me it was them, who else would bother doing that to an old doll, unless they knew that it was precious and those bast-" I bit my tongue, "friends of mine defiled and smashed her." Giving me a cock headed look Miss Alice said, "I would have expected you to be most upset about your 'toys' being stolen, and it's quite a surprise to see that the thing that's upset you most is this lady," she stroked the head of my doll, "it's really upset you." I nodded. Looking at the doll she said, "She must have been lovely." "She was," I sniffed. Hearing my sniff Miss Alice gave me a tissue and kindly smile as she said looking up from the parts with a sure expression. "An old school friend of mine collects dolls, I'll call her. I'm sure she will know someone. If she can be repaired I will pay for it and you can pay me back." "Thank you Miss, that's very kind of you," I said remembering my manners before sipping my tea. With a pursed lips look Miss Alice said, "I still find it hard to understand why your friends would burgle you?" I blushed and said sheepishly, "You have never spent any time on a council estate have you Miss?" "I have, when I was at Oxford," she said. "This is not Oxford Miss," I said, "Um I don't know if I mentioned it, but I was born on the Cromwell and everything you have heard or read about the place is probably true. For someone like me from a second generation, born on the 'state..." I spent the next twenty minutes explaining the morals of a world where drug use, prostitution, gang activities, and corrupt police practices were the norm. "Well I never!" Miss Alice looked at me shocked, adding, "I hope this 'crew' you thought were your friends were not one of those gangs?" "No Miss. I suppose we all thought we were gangsters, but in truth we were just a rabble of stoner's... Being in a gang takes effort, and we were too stoned to make the kind of effort it takes to become real gangsters," I chuckled. "So we affected the stoner posse image." I could see she did not understand and said, "Don't shout," and started aping my former affected language and posturing. "We smoke de Mary, no de man." Miss Alice laughed, a full belly laugh clucking through her laughter, "You look completely ridiculous doing that." "It feels it these days," I said with a smile, "I guess what I am trying to say is living on one of the project estates from the 1960's is a very different world Miss. With different moral standards and codes." "Well it's a world you no longer live in," Miss Alice said with a smile as she glanced at the clock. "It's getting late, you'll find your nightdress and robe on the bed dear." "Yes Miss Alice," I said picking up my bag and the box containing my doll. With a friendly light in her grey eyes she added, "Oh and can you be down here for 7am please, so I have time to decided what to do with you since you are a day or so early dear." "Of course Miss," I said, adding. "Good night Miss Alice," as I opened the door way to the servants stairs to the attic. "Good night Sean." As I unpacked my few remaining possessions, I saw that what clothing I had salvaged was dirty and dusty, and what I had on was not much better. Knowing that I was going to get yelled at if I was wearing dirty clothes, I checked to see if one of my 'shop' outfits was still in the wardrobe, and as there was I decided to wear that instead. Flicking on the telly, I dumped all my clothes in the dirty washing bucket, and padded to the shower. I was still feeling sick about being robbed, and hardly noticed the feminine perfume of all the products as the long hot shower slowly improved my mood. Feeling pampered I climbed into the large comfortable bed and watched the end of the late news, before setting my watch alarm for 6.30. Next morning I was in the kitchen before seven trying not to feel too embarrassed about the most feminine 'shop' outfit so far. The blouse had a high lace trimmed collar that went up to my jaw with cap sleeves, and pearl buttons, and the pants were stretch polyester trousers with no fly or pockets and a rear zip to fasten. On my feet I was wearing the ballet pumps Miss Alice provided for my shop excursions and nylon pop socks! "Good morning Miss Alice," I said as she walked in sleepily looking nothing like her usual poised self. "Tea or Coffee Miss?" "Coffee, instant will do for now," she said slumping down on one of the kitchen seats yawning. "Please dear." Hoping I was doing the right thing being bright this early in the morning I busied myself making her coffee. Placing the mug on the table before her I asked if I could fix her any breakfast? "Yes," Miss Alice said sounding much more awake after a sip of coffee. "I'll have two slices of toast, with the strawberry jam in the fridge, and a melon slice please." Next time I looked at her, Miss Alice looked just as sleep mussed, but her eyes were alert, and regarding me with interest as she said seeing I had noticed her watching. "I can see that domestic service will agree with you Sean." "Thank you Miss," I said, serving her the melon. I waved at my appearance, "Sorry about borrowing the shop outfit Miss, but all my clothes were either dirty or filthy, from the burglary and I did not want to start my first day with a telling off about dirty clothes." "No need to apologise dear you did exactly the right thing, and given your role it's a perfectly appropriate look. Please remind me before I leave for work to get you a broach, that blouse is just aching for a cameo at your neck." "Yes Miss," I said with a smile. "Now to business. You are the domestic servant in the house. That means your job is to make sure this house is kept immaculately clean, tidy and presentable at all times. Now can you cook?" "I have never tried Miss, I lived on pot noodles, cereal and takeaway." "Could you follow a recipe?" "I suppose so Miss," I said crossing my fingers. "I've never tried." "Well you can start today. Pass me Delia." "Delia?" "The cook book top left." I passed it her and quickly selecting a recipe, Miss Alice said, "This is an easy one, make this for my dinner this evening, ready to serve at 7pm dear. Now then! I'll fully brief you on your duties when I get home tomorrow evening, but for today having dinner ready and the down stairs vacumed and dusted will do." "Yes Miss." "Excellent. Can you bring a pot of real coffee to my room a half hour please," she stretched. "I better go get ready for the day." "Erm, which one is your room Miss?" Smiling Miss Alice said standing. "Come with me, and I will show you." Walking up to her bedroom door a half hour later carrying a tray, I knocked, and then knocked again, before Miss Alice said, "Come." She was sat at her dresser doing her make up, and said, looking at me in the mirror, "Pop it beside me dear, and then if you would mind fetching my shoes and jacket from by my bed." Sipping her coffee, and commenting on the breakfast news, she was soon finished with her hair and face. Commenting, "I'll do," she squirted herself with perfume and stood slipping her feet into her heeled shoes. "Right then," Miss Alice said, checking her reflection in the mirror, "Can you change my bed and clean my bathroom dear. You'll find linen, and towels in the hall cupboard. Now what else?" I hesitated and then thought why not, and asked, "Excuse me Miss you said something about a broach?" "Oh yes I did!" she said, "Come here I know just the one I want. Oh and you must let me fix your hair." Sitting me in her former seat at her dresser, Miss Alice grabbed her brush and was soon playing with my hair. Fastening it so it was held out of my eyes but still hanging free around my face she clipped rather than tied my hair up with a large but surprisingly light metal clasp. "Now the finishing touch," Miss Alice hooked a cameo broach to the neck of my blouse, "There that looks perfect!" I was not so sure perfect was the word I would ch