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The Appointment Joyce looked up from her reception desk at the small boutique shop as the bell on the door tinkled signifying a client entering. The assistant's eyes raised as a tall elegant woman in her early thirties entered, she was well dressed with expensive clothes and a hairstyle that was obviously from a top salon. She wore a cream Chanel suit with knee length pencil skirt, which showed off her long slim legs and model figure, this woman oozed power. Joyce's eyebrows raised in envy of the expensive and chic clothes of this woman. The small man to her side was a complete contrast, small only to shoulder height of this woman, wearing a passable suit but not so expensive as the woman's, a little shiny and long past the time of it being thought new. He was much younger, in his early twenties and a little bit shabby, well in normal circumstances he would look smarter than most business males in a suit, but now in contrast to the woman beside him, he paled into a sort of shambling scruffiness. They were obviously together but the way they held hands was not as lovers, but more as mother and child as she led the reluctant being across the thickly carpeted floor. It was obvious who was in control in this relationship, and it wasn't the male. Joyce smiled inwardly. If the man had been older, or looked rich, this woman might have been classed as "Trophy Wife" or "Arm Candy" but somehow this was not the case here. Very Strange! Often wives brought their husbands into the boutique to get them to pay for their expensive purchases, they were often usually shy and nervous in this den of femininity. Some men enjoyed the thought of what their wives were buying just for them but most felt guilt just as this one did. But whatever the situation they were the ones who paid ~ Usually!! This touching excuse for a male was no exception from the norm, he looked around with timid glances at the lingerie displayed, an obvious guilt of even been seen in such a feminine emporium. The woman dropped the mans hand leaving him embarrassed in the middle of the shop and strode assertively and gracefully on her heels to where Joyce stood. With all the confidence of one used to being in control, the woman addressed Joyce as if she was a lowly assistant. I am Mrs Phelan, Julia Phelan, I have a fitting appointment with Miss Beadle. "Yes of course Maam, I will call Madame." A quick call on the desk phone and she said Miss Beadle would be with them in a few moments to which the tall blonde just nodded an acknowledgment, but it was obvious she did not like being kept waiting. As Joyce had summed up the new client in the only way one woman could do to another woman, Julia also looked Joyce up and down as she was on the telephone. The summation took milliseconds of feminine intuition. Small blonde, hair scrunched back in a ponytail, could do with a good hairdresser, makeup simple but well done, reasonable figure, not enhanced by average value straight black skirt from the nearest department store and white blouse from the same source. No competition for Julia. In fact Julia thought Joyce could be quite pretty if she took more care of herself. In summation, a typical shop girl that could never afford any of the things in this class of shop. The man just stood where he had been parked, Joyce couldn't stop a wry grin as she saw him looking at the lingerie on the models and wondered if he would be allowed to choose for his wife. There was one oddity, most men smiled in anticipation when they looked at the sexy underwear, thinking of how they could extract their wives, girlfriends or mistresses out of the delicate coverings for their pleasure. A lot of mistresses were brought shopping here, however, this male was a bit different, Joyce noticed him looking at a particularly delicate bra and pantie set, in the most expensive white silk and lace, something any bride might choose for her bridal night. Most men in this position would smile and salivate at the thought of unwrapping their wife or Mistress from such sexy garments. But instead of pleasure this mans face turned pale and a look of pain crossed his face, she saw him wince as he looked at the underwear, suddenly he seemed to lose interest in the delicate items on display and stared at a spot on the carpet. Joyce looked down at the carpet but couldn't see what was interesting him so much. Most strange behavior for a male surrounded by sexy garments! At this point a bell rang from the inner sanctum. "Ah Miss Beale is ready for you Madam, if you would like to come through. Would your husband like to sit here and wait or maybe come back in an hour or so." Without looking round, Julia replied, "No he will come in with me. Paul, here, NOW!!!" The wimp ran to his wife's side like scared rabbit or a sheepdog being called to heel. Joyce led the trio into the inner sanctum a comfortable room with some privacy surrounded by curtains and with two comfortable seats, Julia sat in one seat and crossed her long silken clad legs, her skirt riding up a little. Her husband just stood beside her, and Joyce noticed him wince again a little as he looked at his wife's legs and thin heels. Once again an odd reaction she thought. He made no attempt to sit down nor was told to. At this point an elegant woman in her late fifties entered and introduced herself as Miss Beadle, but told Julia to call her Margaret. This rather stern woman hardly glanced at the male in the room. In fact nobody did. After all this was a place for women's pleasure only, males didn't count. Julia raised herself from her seat and shook hands with Margaret, greeting her warmly. Yes I have been looking through your brochure and would like to have some garments made. Miss Beadle smiled. "Of Course Madam, it will be our pleasure. Joyce, as it is nearly lunch time, why don't you go and shut the shop and help with the measuring, we can have some peace and quiet." As Joyce scurried out, she continued. "Have you looked at our catalogue?" "Yes but it might be useful if I pointed out my requests." The two women went across to the table where a catalogue lay open, their backs to the doleful looking male who stood waiting obediently, Joyce at this point came back and joined the women. She glanced briefly at the male, who was still concentrating on a strange point on the carpet, rather than the display models around the room, showing the Boutiques finest wares of the sexiest lingerie. Most strange behavior, most males we at this point getting aroused at the display of lingerie, or embarrassed. This one seemed oddly and purposefully distracted. Paul stole a furtive glance at the pictures of models in their Lingerie around the walls, inwardly he sighed, these models we are beautiful as his wife, with figures as slim and well built as hers. He should be happy as the luckiest man in the world to have a wife like Julia, but all of a sudden he grimaced and looked down again at the floor intently concentrating on one spot. He was oblivious to the world till his wife spoke. "I want to start figure training as soon as possible. So I want at least two plain white training corsets to wear under day clothes for everyday training, and then perhaps you could make something more special when training is completed, I like that blue silk brocade version with the longer length and over bust with built in bra, but I would want extra padding, and maybe a second one in pink with the shoulder straps. Miss Beadle looked pleased at the prospect of such a good order of four made to measure garments including two from her most expensive line, but inwardly both she and her assistant wondered why this statuesque woman with a drop dead perfect figure and already narrow waist would ever consider figure training, but in their business, the client was not to be questioned. Business was business after all. Well Madame, all our corsets are made to measure, we could take your measurements now if you like, but it will be 4-5 weeks for delivery and we recommend a trial fitting at about three weeks, but we may be able to make the training corsets earlier. Joyce smiled, "a fitting now would be just fine, but they are not for me, they are for dear 'Pauly' here, he badly needs the training for his figure, look at his poor posture." The two shop people looked shocked, but Miss Beadle, the consummate professional, recovered herself first as Joyce was trying to hide a smirk. The shuffling, shambling, hunched up creature could do with some posture control, but waist training and padding to the bra? Paul, stood red faced, studying his imaginary spot on the ground as if his life depended on it, or wishing he could sink deep into it without trace. He can wear the training corsets under his suit for work, but the blue and pink ones need to be a bit more 'Femmy' for evenings and weekends, hence the extra padding, also for when he is working around the house. Miss Beadles eyebrows rose, "yes ma'am, if he would like to undress we can take his measurements" Julia nodded, without even looking round at her husband behind her, barked, "Pauly Strip" For the first time the scared kitten of a being spoke. "Please my love, don't make me do it, not in front of these ladies, I beg you" He was wringing his hands and shoulders slumped as he was obviously frightened. I don't want these things. What wimp, thought Joyce. "I don't care what you want or don't want. Strip. Now, or else!" was the only reply, this time Julia turned a steely stare at her husband and a perfectly manicured finger pointed in his direction. There were almost tears in this males eyes, but he took off his jacket and tie, then unbuttoned his shirt, as he took it off a dainty white lace Chemise top with spaghetti straps was revealed underneath. A delicate number with pink edging and lace across the front, a large floppy bow at the front dangled down where mounds would have been on a woman filling out the garment. Joyce gave out a giggle, but stopped under Miss beadles stern glare. "I am afraid we will need hip and waist measurements to be accurate," Miss Beadle asked tentatively. Julia, just shrugged and waved another well manicured and red lacquered fingernail at her husband. The hand pointed at the waist, made a sharp movement downwards. "Off" was all she said and her husband immediately obeyed. Gingerly fumbling nervously at his trousers, it was Joyce who was open eyed as this poor creature did not open the fly at the front of the grey trousers, but to a button at the left side and he lowed the zip at the side, letting the trousers fall to the ground. He was wearing women's slacks, the fly at the front was only for decoration, there was no way this creature would be undoing the front in the Gents as a normal man might. The room was silent as Joyce and Margaret looked at the poor excuse of a male standing embarrassed and looked back to his wife who just stood there with an air of superior distain, ignoring the spectacle in the changing room as if it was an everyday experience. The first shock was the white lace and silk panties and matching garter belt that he wore, holding up sheer seamed stockings. The panties and Suspender belt matched the Chemise. As he stepped out of his trousers and bent to pick them up, the keen fashion conscious eyes of the women noticed that Paul wore women's loafers, Black patent loafers with a small kitten heels and small bow at the front, hardly noticeable under his trousers, but definitely not male shoes. This half feminised creature stood there with his hands covering his maleness in an embarrassed state, but his wife slapped his hands away and to his sides. Then the final shock hit Margaret and Joyce, there was a strange lump in the panties which seemed very firm and not normally male, a small padlock seemed to be exposed under the lace of the panty. Julie noticed the quissical looks of Miss Beadle and Joyce. She just shrugged and indicated with a long red finger for the panties to be lowered. The poor excuse for a male just whimpered and lowered the panties enough to show a groin which was as hairless as his legs, what was most shocking was the chastity device which was locked around his little member. Not that it had much of a chance to ever be a big member locked in its small plastic cage. Obviously this little device was the cause of this mans pain earlier when he was looking at the Lingerie, Joyce smiled, her heart gave a flip of cruel excitement, she had never seen anything like it. Joyce's eyes were wide open, but Margaret, having more experience in life and her trade, gave just a small wry smile. Julia considered an explanation was in order. Pauly here is learning its place in my life and getting in touch with his feminine side. We have been married three months and its about time he learnt more about my requirements and think less of his own supposed needs, that is if it is to continue living with me. No more information was offered and Margaret suggested that Joyce started taking measurements, it was obvious that she was safe from this locked up male do could be left alone. This was reinforced by a stern command to the wimp from its wife/owner to behave. Leaving behind a smiling and salivating Joyce whose heart was pounding in anticipation of ruling this male, the two other women went to the back office. Joyce had never had power over a male before and the thought was invigorating. The two women sat in Miss Beadles office sipping coffee. The silence in the air was electric and of some difficulty at first, Julia felt she didn't not need to explain herself but guessed Margaret wanted to say something. However, Julia broke the ice first. "Margaret, you don't seem surprised at my requirements for little Pauly?" The older woman smiled and shrugged. "As a Corsetiere, one sees a lot of things, we help all who want to control their figure or those who want to control others figures, like yourself. We get a lot of Brides here wanting something for their special day and night. We get women who want a little more control of their figures on a regular basis, mothers who want their daughters to start figure training early. You would also be surprised at the number of males we have in here, some voluntarily but also many involuntary candidates for my professional skills. Your husband is not the first. Personally, I don't have much time for males who want to willingly dress as we women do, but I do understand how my products create a sense of control and of being controlled in the silly inferior creatures. You would be surprised how many mothers, especially step mothers, who want to tame their boys by petticoats and corsets. Ladies, like yourself, who want to be in control of their husbands often come to us, in fact I might be able to help more than you think." Reaching into the depths of her desk, Margaret looked pulled out a small box of visiting cards, and handed one to Julia. "You might be interested in this society." Julia looked at the card with a Pink flowery crest and a single "F" in the middle. Underneath it pronounced boldly. "Society for Women in Control" With a contact name and number underneath Julia smiled, but looked quizzically at Margaret, a bond between the two women starting to grow with an unspoken but joint understanding. "It is a small society of like minded women, you might be surprised at the ways in which they can help" For example, how far do you wish to convert your Husband? Full feminization or just humiliation?" Julia smiled, a cruel smile. "I haven't decided yet. I just want a well- trained pet around the house and one that is docile and obedient. Not sure about full feminization as don't want the beast liking its new role in life. I want it to know it's a male but not an operative and dominant one. I want it to do as it is told, and to feel as inferior as it truly is. Margaret smiled, "I see you have its bits locked up, which is a good start, but do you intend the new Pauly to keep all or parts of its bits in the future?" "Well for the moment, it can keep its rather insignificant bits down there, the little dear seems so attached to them in so many ways, and it can be useful to me if none of my other lovers are available. Although its tongue is getting almost more useful as its other small appendage to me." There was not even a trace of a smile or humour as Julia, gave this sentence over what was obviously a Cuckolded wimp of a Husband. Margaret wondered why this marriage had come about, in the first place. He did not seem to have money. Julia did not feel a need to explain, but condescended to do so to this shopkeeper. "My Marriage is one of convenience, Pauly comes from a good but poor family with land and a title, but has a good position in society and needed my money, I needed a front for my business and freedom for my lovers. I didn't want anyone in my household who would even dare to disobey me and Pauly was the most suitable candidate, so I chose it. I now need to train it to my needs." Margaret grinned, a like minded female. "I think you would find the society most helpful." By the aristocratic look on Julia's face and the way she looked down at the card in her hand, it was obvious there was some distain that a woman like Julia should ever join a mere 'Club'. Margaret needed to change this woman's mind and quickly. "Well the Society has lots of resources that could be of use to you. For example, you have asked for extra padding for the corsets, have you thought of letting Pauly have its own bubbly enhanced figure that it cant ignore, the society has medical resources that can assist in such things" A quizzical look came across Joyce's face. Margaret realized she had captured interest. "Oh you mean implants. A Boob job?" Margaret was surprised at this sophisticated lady using such a term, but continued stoically. "Well that is one option. However we find that it is better for feminized males to grow their own breasts, it takes longer but this effects their Psyche more effectively if they have to grow their own bubbly bouncing mounds. Bust padding in a corset or bra makes them feel embarrassed and guilty, but they think they can go back to being male when the clothes are taken off. Having their own bubbly little mounds, which they cannot take off and are there when wake up to every morning can be far more effective in calming them and taking away male dominance and aggression. Each morning they feel more feminine as they find they not only still have curves but each day they get bigger and there is nothing they can do about it. They may resist taking hormone pills, and silicone implants can be forced upon them, but they never look on them as their own and think it will be a simple job to remove them and they can go back to being men. Silly creatures. Growing their own breasts feels more permanent and effects their psyche much more." "The society uses other implants that can't be removed and help them develop naturally?" That way they cant deny what is theirs and 'home grown', shall we say!" Margaret could see by now she had got Joyce's full enrapt attention. She continued. "The Society has found that these other implants are better rather than silicone ones. Long term release Estrogen implants in the buttocks. The sort of thing you and probably Joyce may use for long term contraception. These implants release a constant stream of hormones into the 'sissy to be's' blood stream. Once implanted subcutaneously they release a constant stream of hormones, just like our bodies did when we reached puberty as girls. The little dears can refuse or spit these out like pills. They would need surgeon to remove the implants. They can go through all the exiting things we girls did in growing up watching every morning as our figures develop, not only breast but hips and waists, watching and feeling their own genuinely girlish curves, not that they will be has happy and proud as we were as teenagers. We find they get quite frightened and scared at what is happening to them when they find out. Much better than simple breast implants." Julia's eyebrows were heading for the ceiling and her mouth gaped open, not the image of a sophisticated lady that came into the room. Just a small word escaped a smiling eager face "How" Margaret smiled back. Well a sedative in the dear's coffee usually works well, then a simple procedure and on awakening there will be a small sticking plaster on the buttock and we usually tell them they have had a vitamin supplement injection. In about 48 hours the feminising effects are starting to become apparent. First is the emotional change, the subject will be prone to emotional outbursts, tears and tantrums, like a 13 year old girl. Within two weeks the skin will be softer and male hair growth reduced. By the end of the first month the victims nipples will become puffy and thereafter normal female puberty will follow. We usually find they need a training bra in six to eight weeks. It all depends on whether a single implant is used or one in each buttock to speed up the process. It usually takes seven to 10 days before they realize that what was done to them was not a Vitamin supplement, but by that time it is far too late as they will be approaching the normal level of a girls hormones circulating in their system by then and there is no going back. Their tiny little brains take a little longer to accept the inevitable, but it does wonders for our control over them. This is the point that they start to get submissive." Julia had a childish face of glee and clapped her hands, "I don't care about the cost, Pauly is getting two implants to speed up the process. When can we start?" "Well you would need to join the Society first, and I suggest you call the membership secretary first and there would be an interview panel, the society is very carful who it lets in as members." A frown came over Julia's face, she was not used to applying to join things, but this exited her." Margaret stepped in, " Don't worry, I think a good word from the current Chairwoman would go a long way to help you." Julia was confused and concerned, but her worried face looked across at Margaret sipping her coffee, she had an impish smile on her face. Suddenly the truth dawned upon Julia. Margaret was a member of this society, and by the looks of her smug face, maybe a senior member, the Chairwoman even? Before Julia got a chance to enquire, Margaret put her coffee down and rose. "Shall we see how Joyce is getting on with your Pauly?" With this she moved out into the Salon, leaving Julia to follow noticing Julia slip the card into her handbag. Walking back into the salon, the sight that met them left Julia both speechless and a developing cruel grin on her face as she watched her subdued Husband. He hung by his wrists from a corset lacing bar, each wrist firmly strapped so he had no choice, but to follow its movements upwards even if he let go of the bar. The pulley had been stretched to the point that he could only just touch the ground with his stockinged toes, his face was showing pain, but whether that was from the stress of being pulled up or the new garment he wore, Julia could not tell, let alone even be concerned. She looked up and down the new corset which encircled his now reduced waist, Joyce was just finishing tightening and tying off. The poor male screamed and pleaded as accomplished hands made the final tug. Ignoring her husband's plight and pitiful pleadings she looked at the new garment he was now encased in. The corset was in no way sexy, made of a plain light brown canvas like cloth, which went from just below the nipples to thighs, ending just above his crotch and chastity device. For some reason, whether it was the corset of Joyce's close proximity it seemed to be arousing the poor thing, its chastity cage looked very full and must be causing some discomfort. Julia noticed some red stripes on her husband's rear, which were not there this morning, but did not say anything, why should she care if the beast was learning obedience from a younger girl. The top of the corset had a built in bra and obviously come padding. Julia took a step forward running her hands up the restricted waist and felt the gel inserts in the cups. She smiled thinking of her conversation of a few moments ago and the though that Pauly may soon have something else to fill out on this area. As if reading her thoughts Joyce spoke up. "I hope you don't mind, I only put small infill's in the bra to take to around a B cup, I hope that is alright" Julia just nodded. Joyce continued her explanation. "This training corset is the nearest to his size that we have in stock, we can have another one of our stock items altered to suit in about a week. Which could be in this plain fabric or white. The one he has on now will be a little uncomfortable as not made for him specifically, but after a week he will adapt and a new one should be made to measure and more comfortable." Paul groaned at the news and started whining again, thinking of a whole week in this device of torment. However this has already taken off nearly 2 inches, which we recommend as a start for someone who hasn't worn a corset before. It may well be very uncomfortable now but after a few hours the body will adapt. We would suggest it is worn 24/7 for the first week or so and should be tightened up this evening before bed, and then adjusted each morning and night. We should get another inch off before the first training corset made for him is available, then we can really work on getting that waist down. Madam, are you happy with the daily adjustments or we could provide this service? Julia shuddered, that would be too menial a task. "Oh no! Can I send little Pauly along here each day?" The poor individual hanging there looked pitifully from woman to woman looking for some small mercy. Joyce was tying off the laces and had an evil grin. "Well I see I don't live to far from you Madam, if Miss Beadle agrees I could call past your house in the evenings and mornings to adjust the Corset and check for any rubbing, tightening as required." Paul gave out a howl of anguish, which got an almost automatic slap to its rear by Joyce, who immediately realized she might have gone too far and apologised. Julia just smiled, and said, "Don't worry dear, you just carry on, saves me the trouble of correcting the silly thing." As Joyce started to lower the lacing bar, Paul gave out a gasp as his organs settled into the restraining garment, he seemed to be in pain but no one took any notice. Mrs Beadle turned to Julia, "Now madam, is there anything else I can do for you today, anything for yourself, we have some lovely lingerie. Or for Pauly here?" No I don't think so, maybe I will come back later in the week and look for something for myself when this thing is not around, he is not allowed to see my underwear unless he is very good and we can discuss then the other matter. I was going to look for some maids uniforms, but I don't think you keep them?" The trapped creature who was still standing with hands still raised but fastened to the bar, he now had full weight on his feet, groaned knowing who the uniforms might be for. ?Well, it depends on the type of maids uniform you require, I don?t know about the sexy French maid type if you wanted those, but there is a good store just down the road which supplies hotels, The have uniforms for the hotel cleaners and such. The owner is a good friend of mine and Joyce could run across there and get some samples whilst Pauly is appropriately attired and fixed, she has a good eye for sizes.? This amused Julia and she smiled and nodded to the assistant who with a big grin rushed off, turning just before she left to ask which colours Madame would like. ?Maybe white and pastel colours such as pink of mauve for day to day cleaning and maybe black for serving meals? Joyce nodded and scurried off. ?Then maybe I do have time to look at some of your other lingerie for myslef. Maybe we should just let Pauly hang there and let the corset work.? This exacted another groan, but the two women walked to anther room where Pauly could only imagine what she might be buying and whether he might ever get to see his wife in such pretty things. He hoped against hope that they wouldn?t be for another man. The next groan was as the little cage around his little friend became rather tight at the naughty thoughts. It was some fifteen minutes later when the three women came back to the room where the poor Pauly was still hanging from the lacing bar. Joyce?s arms were piled with clothing. As she started to lay them out on the bench, poor Pauly let out another groan as he saw his descending fate in his marriage status spread out across the bench. There was no other person these garments were for. There was a black, mauve, white and pink maids dress laid before them. Each was plain as intended for such a menial housemaid, where the wearer was intended to be unnoticeable as she went about her menial tasks, being below the other guests of the house. Each dress had a white collar and cuffs, with two rows of white buttons down the front. The skirts were straight and knee length, very plain and not at all sexy. From his position Paul also saw a pile of white linen aprons and starched White caps lying on the bench. Julia clapped her hands with glee and said we?ll take two of each of them. Mrs Beadle touched Julia slightly on the arm. ?Maam, if I might suggest just a couple of uniforms for now. I think even with this training corset little Pauly will drop one dress size in a week and by the time he gets his first real corset, he will be at last another size down and maybe even more. I would suggest you buy a couple more at your next visit and then perhaps a complete wardrobe when the final corset is ready. By then who knows what nice shape he might have.? An evil grin passed between Julia and the shopkeeper. ? In that case I will take the Lilac for cleaning around the house and the black for serving in the evening.? Joyce looked sheepish, but her smile was evil. ?Maybe it would be useful if Pualy tried one on?? Paul tried to protest but Joyce used the ruler on his exposed rear again, and his pleas for Mercy turned into ones of agony. Julia, just nodded her assent and started to lower the lacing bar. As the poor mans stretched torso collapsed into the corset even further another howl of agony came forth, but was ignored by the women around him. He was sobbing with pleading eyes going from one woman too another but all plaintive requests were ignored. The chances of being unlaced were about the same as his little cage being unlocked. Form a drawer under the counter, Joyce pulled out a small folded garment and shook it out to show a plain satin woman?s slip with delicate lace across the bust. A fairly plain garment in comparison to the dainty lingerie in this boutique but suitable for a servant. It took another slap with the ruler before Pauly raised his arms to allow the garment to be lowered over his head, to flutter delicately down past his much narrowed waist and thighs to land with a swish just above his knees. He did not seem happy about his new feminine underwear. His face was even more concerned as Joyce unbuttoned the servants dress and lowered this also over his head and smoothed it into place, tightening the small white belt and the buttons down the front. The belt with the help of the corset and padded bust the poor excuse for a male now gave a distinctly feminine figure and a hint of what may come. Paul asked if he could take it all off then, but Joyce picked up an apron and tied it around his waist, quickly followed by a dainty lace cap. ?Maam, I took the liberty of bringing back some more suitable shoes as well, may I get pauly to try them on?? Julia smiled at Joyce?s obvious keenness, and nodded her assent. From a cardboard shoe box Joyce produced a pair of white sturdy shoes with a small block heel. Feminine, but plain for a housemaid. Just the sort of thing for comfort during a long days house cleaning. Joyce kneeled and slipped each shoe on the mans feet, doing up the laces. Pauly was now a little taller but nowhere near his wife?s height even if she had not been wearing heels. Joyce turned her victim to face the mirror and a howl of distress filled the room. The poor man who had been holding on desperately to his role as husband in his wife?s life saw this role had now all but disappeared along with his maleness. He could ignore his underwear and chastity device at work in his suit surrounded by other males, but now even this reassurance was denied him. The figure reflected in the mirror had a pretty made up face with long mascaraed eyes and pretty red lips. The nipped in waist and budding breasts were also very feminine. Beyond that the appearance was drab, a plain housemaid that one would not look twice at in a hotel corridor of making up ones room. A plain dress shoes and cap. The only maleness which said not female was his short hair. He pleaded to be allowed to get out of the dress and the corset and have his clothes back, but his wife was curt in her reply. ?Don?t be silly Pauly. You know you have chores to do when you get home. This is perfect and you had better get used to your pretty new clothes, you will be wearing them a lot from now on. You can wear them home,? This brought smiles to the three women, but tears from the new maid. Joyce was the first to speak. ?Maam, I did bring some black court shoes with similar small heel for serving, I would suggest they go with white stockings.? ?Yes that would be fine, if you would pack up the extra things and his sill old clothes, I will just call my Chauffeur. Pauly just stood looking miserable, he would have been hunched over if his corset would have allowed, now he would always have a good posture. Julia made her way to the door just as large black Mercedes drew up and young but virile uniformed Chauffeur got out. Mrs Beadle and Joyce?s eyebrows rose at this handsome male and wondered his full role in the household. ?James, please put these parcels in the boot.? The man took the parcels and with only a small grin at his employers husband put them away. ?Turning to Joyce, Julia said, Now my dear you know my address. I have to go out at 7:00 but Pauly would be at home, if you like to come round at about 6:30 I can show you around.? With a hug of affection, Julia also turned to Margaret, ?Thank you so much for everything, this has been a much more productive morning than I could ever have imagined, you have both been so kind. I will make that call as soon as I get home.? James held open the rear door of the car and Joyce got in in an elegant manner showing a lot of leg, which gave rise to an understandable moan of pain from Pauly. He went to get in beside her but was chastised quickly. ?Now don?t be silly girl, staff ride in front!? with this she slammed shut the door in his face. A grinning James didn?t even bother to open the door and went around to the drivers seat. Pauly had to open his own door and get in the front. Something he did rather less elegantly than his wife. There were tears in his eyes, being humiliated in from of his own chauffeur. He knew now his status in the marriage had well and truly changed. He sniffed back the tears. This had been his car, his driver, his wife, now it was all slipping away. He looked at James and saw him leering from the drivers seat and realized his skirt had risen up to show his ne dainty slip and stocking tops. Swiftly he pulled the new skirts down as any embarrassed girl would, which just made James laugh. Juia blew a kiss to the two women as the car slowly drew into the traffic and disappeared. To be Continued???? In Chapter two Pauly?s new status in the household descends further and Julia gets an ally as she joins the society.