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Life In The Country (Part 2 of 2) As the winter turned to spring and as the school year began to draw to a close Madge could feel her excitement grow as she busied herself in preparation for another summer visit from Timmy. The day soon arrived when she met him at the bus depot. She watched as the noon bus slowed to a stop, the loud hiss of the air brakes sounding, the driver opening the large door so the passengers could file out. She noticed the crowd gathered to collect the passengers and as she scanned the people exiting the bus she didn't see Timmy and worried he'd missed a connection. But then she caught sight of his familiar suitcase and studied the young man holding it as he entered the station. It was indeed Timmy. He looked different now, not so much older but he hadn't grown much the past year, maybe only an inch or so, and he looked more delicate, his once ear length hair was longer by inches and combed back into a tight ponytail. He looked much more less developed compared to other boys his age now. In her conversations with Timmy's foster mom Ruth she'd suggested he grow his hair out because she felt it would look better longer. And she smiled knowingly that the "vitamins" she'd sent to her had definitely been put to good use. She greeted Timmy as he entered the depot and soon they were on the way back out to Madge's country home. Timmy had finished his junior year of high school, but then Ruth had him sit for his GED. Now Timmy was a high school graduate. He could return home in the fall but there would be no need to return to school. He hadn't thought about college. He was sick of school, had few real friends and had been often picked on by the other boys because he was one of the smallest, slightest boys in his class, and with Madge's "vitamins" slowing his male maturity the difference had became even more glaring during the last year of school. Madge harbored a sense of guilt but resolved that now nobody would be picking on Timmy anymore. It wasn't long until she was driving through her front gate and up the winding drive, the gate sliding shut as the car disappeared in the large secluded, fenced and tree lined property. Madge pulled up the driveway and into the four car garage taking the place closest to the house entrance as usual. Timmy lugged his suitcase inside as Madge took off her scarf and set her purse on the kitchen table. She then brought out iced tea and cookies. "Take your jacket off and relax Timmy dear. You must be tired after your long trip," she said with a welcoming smile as she looked him over. His skin appeared smoother and softer now, his long hair thicker and more luxurious. He'd started a beard but the faint wispy whiskers would never amount to anything now. That would be the first thing to go she thought to herself. Timmy hung his light jacket over the back of the kitchen chair. As he did so Madge noticed how slender he still was and then marveled to see that his hips appeared wider than normal, his belt cinched two notches tighter than usual due to a more slender waist. Casual small talk began. She mentioned his newly remodeled bedroom and how she'd put a nice wardrobe of things together for his visit. But, Timmy became a bit apprehensive. Of course they both knew the arrangement now, but he didn't seem very enthusiastic. Madge thought he was just tired from the trip but then realized that Timmy most likely hadn't dressed in anything since he'd visited over eight months earlier. She then became a bit worried about showing him such a feminine boudoir of a bedroom and the closet full of vintage women's things. She had to admit to herself that she may have overdone things. But there was no turning back now, she was intent on continuing her plan. She'd coax him back into the feminine finery as before but this summer she'd step things up a bit. She'd treat it as 'no big deal' as before and so long as Timmy still had his desires it shouldn't present a problem. She then mentioned getting him into a nice hot bath and getting rid of that immature beard that wasn't making it. She assured that he'd look much better without it as she took him to show him his new room. Timmy gasped as Madge swung the large white bedroom door open. As they entered he could smell the floral perfume in the air. Before he could resist and leave the room, Madge set his suitcase aside and took him into the pink bathroom where she started a hot bath. A bit unnerved at undressing in front of her she paid it no mind as she adjusted the temperature of the bath water then took a large pink fluffy bath towel from a cabinet and set it on the edge of the sink. He slipped out of his tennis shoes and white socks then unbuckled his belt. She gasped as he undid his jeans and slid them off noticing his hips were now two inches wider and his slender waist even trimmer. After he took his T- shirt off she instantly noticed the wide beige ACE bandage that was wrapped around his upper chest! The "vitamins" she'd sent Ruth were working! Timmy had used the wide elastic band to cover the growth of his chest, he had been binding himself like a transsexual female to male woman to hide his budding breasts! Timmy gasped, his face reddened as Madge inquired about the wrap mentioning his condition to which Madge replied that she had already had a long talk with Ruth about and promised to help him with his "problem," "Go ahead, get out of that tight wrap now, it may hide your problem but it isn't good for you. You won't have any problems in staying here with me this summer," she assured as Timmy un-clipped the band and began unwinding it. Madge's eyes widened and she had to stifle a gasp as she took the gathered beige band from Timmy and noticed his chest. His hips were wider and he appeared slender and slight in the upper body, even more than usual, but now, his budding breasts were on full display! "They tingle and are tender too," Timmy gasped but Madge assured that she had something for that. As she helped him into the hot bath she noticed the breasts, the areolae now much larger and the nipples too as they became erect and jutted out in the cool room air. She thought to herself that Timmy might be a "B" cup by now, the budding breasts mounded on his chest and jiggled as he moved. Madge knew that a few more "vitamins' and a few more months and they'd soon start widening out and taking on weight. She'd have to work something into her plan because by then it would be obvious even to Timmy that he was indeed growing women's breasts. But of course Madge didn't mention that to Timmy. He'd mentioned seeing a doctor but Ruth had gotten around the issue by saying he'd get over it and that it would be an embarrassment to her to take him into the doctor with such a condition. She'd take care of everything she insisted as she continued plying him with his "vitamins." Madge passed the issue off as something that happens to boys now and then and that it wasn't a big deal at all. She gathered the ACE bandage and his street clothes and left him to soak in the tub. She folded and packed Timmy's street clothes into the suitcase he'd brought then set the tennis shoes on top upside down before closing the case and leaving the bedroom. She put the suitcase in the trunk of her car and tossed the ACE bandage in the nearby garbage can and closed the lid then reentered the house where she picked up the phone to call her friend doctor Judith Lovelli. "Everything's fine Madge. If he's been on those pills for eight months he's at about the standard stage of development," Judith insisted as she informed Madge. But Madge hadn't expected so much of a change. She knew that Timmy was a late bloomer, he always had been. But in being on a testosterone blocking agent and the female hormone estrogen Timmy's male development had been slowed and then stopped thankfully before the bulk secondary male characteristics took over. It would have been better to make the change when Timmy was ten or younger. But still, not being a fully developed male was far better than making the change when he was in his late twenties. Madge already had another round of "vitamins" in the kitchen cupboard, the one marked "B12" was the blocking agent and the one marked "vitamin E" was more of the female hormone estrogen, but the estrogen was now at full strength! Madge felt a shiver of excitement at the doctor's revelation. If she continued on with these new "vitamins" what few male traits Timmy still had would continue to fade. And with a little more work and schooling in the social graces over time Timmy might easily become fully passable, undetectable to anyone but a medical doctor that he'd ever been a male! Dr. Lovelli continued her thoughts and because her and Madge were lunch and coffee social friends she spelled it out very simply. "You said he was always small and slight and didn't really fit in with the boys anyway didn't you? And during his visits in the summers he'd been trying on your clothes and lingerie and things? Well, in my opinion you're doing Timmy a favor," she finished. Madge said goodbye and ended the call then returned to the bath. "This stuff still stings aunt Madge," Timmy gasped as he stood in the empty tub as Madge, now in white latex gloves slathered handfuls of the pink depilatory cream over his slender frame from head to toe. She even did his faint beard area ensuring that he wouldn't have a trace of whiskers for another week or so. After fifteen minutes she wiped him down under a hot shower until aside from the hair on his head and a little triangular trim below he was now completely pink skinned and hairless. A hot bath was again started and Madge poured in a generous measure of floral scented flakes as she swished the hot water. She left Timmy to soak while she returned to his new bedroom and to pick out a complete outfit for him to wear! "Wha...what are those!?" Timmy gasped nervously as he clutched the large, fluffy pink bath towel around himself. "Breast forms," Madge replied casually as she fitted the large 40 "D" silicone forms into the sturdy cups of a large long line mastectomy brassiere, the forms made to allow for what breast growth Timmy already had like when genetic women who were small in the chest wanted to add to what they had. He squirmed a bit as Madge fitted the brassiere on him slipping his arms through the wide satin straps and hooking the row of ten hooks at the back. She finished by adjusting the straps until the heavy forms stood straight out, assuring him he'd "get used" to the weight. She worried he might put up a fuss but she continued dressing him as she would a teenaged niece and soon Timmy was standing there in ladies lace trimmed nylon panties, brassiere, six strap garter belt, sheer neutral grey nylon stockings and a tight long leg panty girdle. He teetered on the high stiletto heels, the same black patent leather pumps with the six inch heels Madge had seen to it he'd had plenty of practice in the previous summer. After looking him over with approval she added powder and perfume. As he looked at the vintage house dress hanging over the closet door Madge swished the white taffeta full slip from the bed. "Arms up sweetie," she said as she gathered the crisp, rustling slip and worked it over his head. The vintage slip rustled loudly as she smoothed it down, the four inch flounce at the bottom swirling just below knee length. She then took the floral print rayon dress from the hangar, unzipped it and had Timmy step into it. After putting his slender arms through the white cuffed short sleeves Madge pulled the dress up and into place, smoothed it out and then Timmy heard the whir of the long back zipper. He felt the dress tighten around him as it slithered and slipped over his silky lingerie. Madge zipped it all the way up then did the hook at the back of the neck. After turning the white collar down and a bit of swishing and smoothing she stood back to have a look, more than satisfied with the bonus of seeing Timmy flutter his eyelids again at the sensation of being fully dressed once again. "Been a long time hasn't it sweetie. But it feels so good doesn't it?" she cooed, her sense of control fully restored. "You look nice Timmy dear. Come along," she added as she led him out of the room and down into the large basement. As they minced into the large laundry room, heels clicking and Timmy's dress rustling he watched as Madge went behind a chair and gathered a large pink cape. "Take a seat sweetie," she motioned. "What, what's this!?" Timmy gasped. He immediately noticed the surroundings, off to the side of the laundry room was a small bathroom and he was looking at a beauty salon chair complete with sink and a large counter filled with cosmetics and hair products. "What do you want aunt M...Madge?" he asked meekly, the nervousness returning. "I'm going to do your hair silly!" she giggled as she shook the pink plastic cape. "C'mon, I'm not going to hurt you," she giggled. "I...I d...don't know aunt Madge," he gasped as he hesitated but she only continued. "You're all dressed up so nice it's time to do something about that hair. And you'll need makeup and a manicure and another pedicure as well. So, just relax and enjoy!" she assured by meaning that since he was already fully dressed as a woman his look without hair and makeup and nail polish made him look only half done, she was now going to remedy that, the very thought excited her to no end. Adding the finishing touches would finally complete his look. With no real way to say no Timmy relented and took his seat in the styling chair. Madge quickly swished the large pink plastic cape over him and clipped it snugly around his neck. She tilted the chair back and washed his long, light brown hair in the sink then toweled him damp dry and began trimming and styling with a scissors. Another rinse and towel dry and she brought out a large tray of pink hair curlers! She began combing him out and sectioning his hair. "Cur...curlers!?" he gasped and hesitated at the strange sensation of having his hair rolled for the first time. "You didn't know I used to be a beautician did you Timmy," she added as she gathered another curler, combed another section and then quickly rolled it up and pinned it tightly in place. Within the hour Timmy's hair had been cut and styled and his head was festooned with over two dozen of the medium pink plastic rollers. She then added a strong smelling solution to each curler as Timmy gasped "what, what's that stuff!?" "I'm giving you a permanent," she said in a comforting tone making sure not to mention she'd already cut and styled his hair in a vintage woman 's style and he was now having his hair tightly curled. "When we're all finished we can go back upstairs and relax and have a nice lunch," she assured as she continued working with practiced ease. She soon had his tightly curled head under a hot dryer. She then brought out a manicure tray and continued. Timmy's head began to spin, his stomach began to knot and he could hear the ringing in his ears that was drowned out by the sound of the dryer as he was forced to watch Madge begin the manicure by cleaning up the nails and trimming them then buffing them out before she added the inch long ceramic salon nails and glued them firmly in place! She then took out a bottle of bright gloss red polish and began painting each nail to perfection. By the time she had finished he had three coats of red and a clear top coat on each long salon nail. She then checked his hair to find it tight, and crisply dry. She then began on the makeup she'd put downstairs earlier and started with a heavy cream liquid foundation. This was to be a vintage look when the makeup was on the heavy side, but it would match Timmy's vintage housewife look. He balked and resisted when she realized she needed to trim his eyebrows and didn't stop until they were trimmed tight and plucked into a high and feminine arch! She went the whole way, taking her time to get everything just right. She added false eyelashes firmly glued in place to last for days and combed them into his real lashes, she then added mascara to blend them in and finished with a lash curler. Dark eyeliner followed, then vintage blue eyeshadow. She started his lips with a red lip pencil and continued with long lasting, brush on red lipstick with a clear gloss top coat. Rouge came next and then a dusting from a compact and she made sure she explained every step in the procedure and made it clear that since he would be dressing a lot more he'd need to look the part of a prim and proper young lady. Of course she meant him to dress and live exclusively as a young lady now but she didn't let on. This was the first day of Charm School 101 and she was going to make sure Timmy got the full treatment. He'd learn all the tricks of the trade by lesson, by rote and by osmosis if necessary but he would learn. After finishing his makeup she began taking out his curlers leaving his head a swirling mass of light brown feminine curls with just a touch of a blonde highlight. Using a comb and pick she quickly worked the tight curls into a feminine style, a vintage ladies proper hair set! She marveled that in the way she'd cut his hair that there wouldn't be any way he'd ever be able to comb this out into anything resembling anything male! And the tight permed curls were the icing on the cake. She finished with a liberal amount of hair spray to set Timmy's new look. She then had him un-garter his nylon stockings then gave him another pedicure with the same gloss red that matched his manicure. "I...I d...don't know about all of this aunt Madge," Timmy gasped with embarrassment and nervousness. "You look fine, your look matches the way you're dressed. Nothing wrong with that is there?" Madge exclaimed as she finished by moving behind the chair and taking a piercing gun from a drawer under the counter. Two loud snaps and a gasping yelp later and Timmy now had pierced ears, with pearl studs prominent in each lobe. Madge then added a three strand pearl necklace to finish the look. After straightening up the salon area they were soon both back in the kitchen with Madge making a light lunch. She began adding casual comments about him starting to read women's magazines and to learn to knit and sew and in learning to do women's things around the house, helping out with some light housework and cooking and dusting. She also mentioned his gestures and mannerisms and how although the rigid women's fashions and high heels would dictate the range of motion and how he'd move she stressed feminine mannerisms. "Stand straight, chest out, short steps one leg in front of the other, smooth your skirt when you sit and cross your legs, and fluid movements, limp wrist movements," she mentioned drilling the words into Timmy with repetition until they would became second nature. "Relax and enjoy your pretty clothes, I think you'll come to like them," she assured with a pleasant smile as she brought sandwiches and tea to the table. Timmy's tea was a bit on the bitter side though, it took an extra teaspoon of sugar to even the taste out. Madge looked on with a smile as he drank his tea. This being his first day back she was intent he get his maintenance dosage of female hormones and T-blockers. And now the new estrogen hormone dosage was at full strength! She had Timmy move around in the dress so he'd get used to the sensation of all the silky lingerie and how the heels felt and to get used to dressing this way. Finally, later in the afternoon Timmy was on the couch reading one of Madge's magazines as she watched one of her shows. "These fingernails are too long, they get in the way," Timmy complained. "Don't worry, you'll get used to them," she replied. He was also pulling at his bra straps. Madge took note then unzipped his dress and made another adjustment making sure she explained what she was doing. After zipping and hooking him back into the shiny, floral rayon dress she looked him over again. "Smooth your skirts under you when you sit. Always keep your legs together, then cross your legs gracefully and don't forget to smooth out the front of your skirt or dress when you're done," she said as the charm school lessons continued. She was also content to see that the effect the sheer glassy and slippery nylon stockings still had an exhilirating effect on Timmy that caused him to gasp open mouthed and flutter his long lashes with a sort vacant look at the sensation. That night she made sure Timmy was back in his garter belt and sheer stockings and a frilly nylon chiffon nightie once again for bed. And when he took the covers down on his new four poster bed in his new feminine bedroom he noticed the sheets were now shiny white satin sheets! The next morning Timmy knocked at Madge's bedroom door. "Where's my suitcase?" he asked. "Oh, I put it away sweetie, you won't be needing it," she said as matter of fact. "I know I've got these nails and a hairdo but I thought I'd rather wear my stuff today, you know," he reasoned but Madge was quick to reply. "You're wearing your things. I know how much you like them, I want you to get used to wearing them," she reasoned. A half hour later he was back in his room, fully dressed once again as Madge did his makeup to start the day. And at breakfast Timmy noticed the slightly bitter taste of the orange juice but he figured it was Madge's brand and that he'd just have to get used to it. Madge smiled as he drank the juice down. Timmy had plenty of time to watch television since Madge had banned the violent shoot-em-up video games he was used to playing, and there were always books and magazines even though most of them were ladies books and magazines. So with so much time on his hands she had him practice dressing, trying on different outfits then doing his own makeup and getting a start at doing his own hair and nails. The rest of the time was for work around the house. Madge had Timmy start learning to cook and to clean and to wash clothes and make beds and vacuum and straighten and dust just like a proper lady of the house would do. This regimen went on for another two weeks until he was mincing and zipping and swirling around the house just like a housewife with his focus on his duties, the clothes now seemed second nature. But finally when alone one afternoon while Madge had gone to town for groceries he had a twinge of second thoughts. His mind reeled and he could feel the panic begin to build due to this strange, new and seemingly full-time lifestyle. He picked up the phone and dialed his foster mom Ruth's number. But there was no answer! The bedtime ritual changed as well. Timmy had mentioned his chest being tender and tingling. Madge began rubbing a pink cream into the sensitive breasts every night now. She said the cream was meant to ease the "swelling" but in reality the pink cream was a breast development cream with an anasthetic added by doctor Lovelli to lesson the tingling and sensitivity sensations. Then once back in his brassiere with the silicone forms he was soon content with Madge's help. Madge continued on with the charm school lessons then began having Timmy work on a more feminine voice. Within another two weeks Madge's lessons were beginning to have an effect, within another month she started seeing Timmy as a "Tiffany" even herself! His male movements and gestures and even attitude were softening and becoming decidedly more and more ladylike. But the constant dressing this summer was far more involved than it had been the summer before and finally, Timmy had had enough! "I don't want to dust or wash clothes today, I don't feel like it," Timmy grumbled a few mornings later as Madge looked on aghast at the rebellion. "Is that right young 'lady?'" she returned. "You'd rather just sit around the house all day and look pretty then, is that it?" she finished, a traced of anger in her voice evident. "Okay, we can do that, come with me then," she ordered as she got up and marched Timmy from the kitchen and into his bedroom. "Take those heels off and get out of that dress!" she ordered. Thinking he may gain a reprieve this morning Timmy quickly complied. "The lingerie too!" she added as she began rummaging through the large walk-in closet. Then she pulled out a full length clear plastic garment bag and laid it on the bed. She then pulled out a second garment bag stuffed with white fluffy and lace trimmed fabric. She then brought out a pair of white, patent leather ankle strap pumps with six inch heels and set them by the bed as Timmy started becoming nervous. "What's all that stuff!? He gasped. "You'll find out," she said firmly as Timmy recoiled his head spinning. "If you won't help around the house and would rather just sit around you may as well look pretty while doing it don't you think!?" she said as she began unzipping the garment bags. Timmy turned and bolted out of the room barefoot and in only white panties and brassiere. He reached the kitchen and grabbed the phone and dialed Ruth once again but instead of it just ringing this time he heard the three beeps and the recorded voice saying that the number had been disconnected! He then heard Madge laughing as he turned to see her she looking on. "What's the matter sweetie, nobody home?" she giggled then added. "Ruth's long gone, she began packing up and getting ready to move to another college town where she's going back to school full time to finish her degree She started moving out the day you left to come here. She doesn't live there anymore." Timmy felt the blood run from his face, he felt faint and swooned as he hung up the phone and took hold of the corner wall. "But what about my room there!? What about all the rest of my clothes and stuff!?" he said in a dry choking gasp. "All gone!" Madge chuckled. And then the final reality of Ruth pushing him to get his GED so he wouldn't have to finish his senior year in high school sunk in. "Where's the clothes I wore here, where's my suitcase!?" he spat angrily figuring he'd rather leave and start over by himself on the street than put up with this routine. "I dropped your little case with all your clothes off at the thrift shop over a week ago sweetie," Madge added with another giggle and a pleasured smile. "I don't want to stay here any more!" he gasped. But, Madge took it in stride. She simply walked across the large living room to the front landing and swung the front door open wide letting the bright morning sunlight in through the glass and screen outer door. "You want to leave? Be my guest. Go back to your room and get dressed and pick out a nice dress and matching shoes, I'll see if I can find you a matching purse and a nice scarf," Madge added as she stood by the unlocked wide open door that made the point that Timmy, was more than free to leave any time he wanted to. "I want some men's clothes," he gasped. "Sorry" she added. "No men's clothes in this house, not a stitch," she assured. After a pause she spoke once again. "Now, since we've all had enough drama for the day...get back up to your room and make it quick, princess!" Timmy groaned, gasped and grimaced as he teetered on the white, high stiletto heels clutching the corner of the four poster bed with his gloss red salon nails gleaming in the light as he held on tightly to keep from being pulled off balance. The white satin corset became snug as Madge pulled and yanked at the laces causing Timmy to rock with each stiff pull as the sturdy, white silk laces whistled loudly through the stainless steel eyelets at the back of the full boned creation. She pulled and then yanked again, the laces zipping even more loudly now as the snug corset tightened further. Timmy grunted and gasped in wide eyed panic as he felt a burst of air leave his lungs! The white satin tightened now, gleaming in the light, the corset started to creak and take on an hourglass shape as Madge tightened it further still! "It...it's t...too, ti, ti...tight M...Madge!!" Timmy woofed and grunted, grimacing red faced with panic. "You should have thought about that earlier when you didn't want to do housework," Madge said sternly as she continued lacing pausing only long enough to apply a cloth tape measure before continuing. Another inch and a half of cinching and the new measurement assured his new waistline would fit the dress waiting on the bed. Timmy felt on the verge of passing out at the tightness of the gleaming corset as it creaked yet again, his waist now drawn down and squeezed into almost exaggerated feminine proportions. With the white long line brassiere firmly in place and the strict white long leg high waist panty girdle and the tightly gartered sheer white seamed nylon stockings and the corset so tightly cinched Timmy was now a very ladylike 40-20-38! The first large garment bag contained several petticoats. He heard the swishing, zipping, rustling roar as the sound filled the room as Madge pulled each one out. She soon had him step into the first petticoat, this one white floor length and made of tiered, lace edged, layered white nylon chiffon which she quickly tied around his tightly corseted waist. The second petticoat was the loudest, a crisp vintage white taffeta creation that had a ruffled four inch ruffled tier at floor length. Madge then fitted him into a white satin petticoat, another in layered white nylon chiffon and finished with another taffeta creation, this one with a row of blue satin bows running along the flounced bottom edge. Five petticoats in all as Timmy stood there in the center of the room whimpering quietly. "Would you like one or two more petticoats!?" Madge threatened as Timmy shook his head "no" in quiet compliance. Madge then unzipped the other clear garment bag and swished out the large and voluminous, gleaming white, vintage double faced slipper satin wedding gown! He cringed as she unzipped the long back zipper. It took a minute to gather all the slippery white material. "Arms up princess, and you'd better not put up a fuss!" she ordered as the gleaming fabric whistled! The dress was heavy! It rustled and swirled and zipped as she worked him into it. First his slender arms went into the long barrel sleeves with four white satin buttons at the long peasant cuffs of each one, the upper sleeves puffed out in gleaming white satin all the way to the shoulders. Madge quickly pulled up the gown then smoothed it down and began zipping Timmy into it. The dress flared out at the wide hips and the skirt formed a full bell shape with the help of the multiple petticoats underneath. The waist of the dress became tight to the corset as she zipped him in, the bust of the dress pulled snugly up around his large long line brassiere. She then worked the high, lace trimmed collar up around his neck and finished zipping him in nice and tight. It took another ten minutes to button the long row of white satin buttons at the back which insured he wouldn't be getting out of this dress on his own. After hooking the row of hooks at the back of the stand up collar she then sat him at the vanity. The hairdo was a bit severe now, it was a tightly set up-do held together with an array of hair pins and a heavy going over with hair spray. She did his makeup as well. Not in her classic vintage style but in an even more feminine extreme now with longer lashes, heavier foundation and more pronounced rouge, the eye makeup reflected an elegant evening look with a darker shade. She added heavy dangle chandelier earrings and clipped a longer set of pearls around his neck as well, one with five strands. She finished with a dusting of powder then added a strong dose of floral scented perfume, and then one more spritz for good measure. She then gathered the lace edged white satin veil cap and firmly pinned it into Timmy's tight hair set. She then swished the sheer white nylon chiffon veil over his head, the inch wide, white satin trim along the edge floating down to waist level. Then she fluffed the second layer down into place and checked his look. He groaned as she swirled the huge white, lace trimmed satin train over his right arm then yanked him to his feet and escorted him from the bedroom and down into the living room. The bulky gown gleamed in the light, the layers of silky petticoats and the double faced satin of the dress swirled, rustled and swished, zipping loudly with each mincing step as they crossed the living room where Madge had already wheeled a large ottoman into the front of the room near the large bay window that over looked the spacious tree lined front of the property. She had him take a seat. Timmy whimpered and sniffled quietly under the white double layered chiffon veil. He felt his eyes burn as the strong floral perfume was held around his head by the layers of the veil. He coughed slightly at the sensation. Another little twist of control by aunt Madge. The gown whistled and swished as she fanned the gleaming white satin gown and all the petticoats out into a wide sweeping circle. She then gathered the gleaming white satin train and spread it out as if for a woman's wedding picture. "You just sit there nice and quiet and there won't be a problem," she ordered as she left the room momentarily. She returned and tied his wrists together with a white satin sash then added a large bouquet of plastic flowers and tied them in so it just looked like a bride holding her bouquet. She then took out her camera! Madge swished the double veil up and over Timmy's head so it draped down his back. She then moved around the room looking for the best framing for the picture. "Head up, look at me. Tilt your head a bit," she ordered. "Smile. Smile like you mean it or we'll stay till you do! Smile wider now, a little more. There, look romantic!" Madge giggled as Timmy tilted his head and smiled. He then saw the first blinding flash from the camera. Several more shots from different angles and Madge was finished. She returned and fluffed the chiffon veils back down, checked the look of the dress and then she was satisfied. "There! You want to sit around all day, well there you are now!" she chuckled. "I'll be checking in on you from time to time and I better not see a wrinkle in that dress, understand princess? I'd better see a blissful smile too," she said in a convincing tone. "How, how long do I have to sit here aunt M...Madge?" Timmy gasped. "Oh, all day sweetie. After all, it's what you wanted to do all day isn't it, sit around? You can have a late supper before bedtime if you behave. Then tomorrow it might not be so bad going back to being a proper vintage housewife will it. Or would you rather spend your days sitting here looking lovely in your pretty bridal outfit, every day? It's up to you sweetie," she said as she then turned with her camera and went about her day. Fighting back the tears Timmy could only stare out the window sniffling quietly. With no home to go back too, living here now with aunt Madge and without a stitch of male clothing to be found. His head spun at the realization, he couldn't understand his emotional mood swings as of late. Little did he realize that in addition to the dressing full time now, the charm school lessons and the house keeping and knitting and sewing and all the other ladylike activities the female hormones now flowing through his system full strength were continuing on as Madge pulled Timmy deeper and deeper into her web of femininity! The white satin corset crushed at his waist and creaked as he squirmed on the ottoman, the jutting heavy pendulous breasts heaved in the lace trimmed top of the form fitting gown with each breath. The huge dress and the flurry of swirling petticoats was oppressively hot and must have weighed forty-pounds! The high and tight white stiletto ankle strap pumps were cinched tight, the dangle earrings were heavy as they pulled harshly at his sore lobes. He looked to the clock and gasped as he noticed he'd only been sitting there for ten minutes! But he managed to finish the day without another complaint from Madge. After getting out of all the wedding attire he was allowed supper before going to bed. A few days later, Madge went with him to his room as he retired for yet another evening. He had on a six strap garter belt sheer nylon stockings once again, ladies lace trimmed nylon briefs and was just about to slip into his nightgown when Madge brought in a pink box, set it on the vanity and began unpacking it. "Leave your nightgown off for now. We need to try another treatment," she assured. She then took more of the pink, breast development cream and slathered it onto his breasts. But this time she plugged in a suction device and then plugged clear plastic tubes into two plastic globe-like devices. After wiping her hands on a cloth hand towel she switched the little pump machine on which began to buzz. She then gently held the globe up to Timmy's right breast and pushed it tight to his skin until the suction device took over and pulled his breast tissue tight, and then deep inside the clear plastic globe, stretching the breast tight. Madge marveled as the nipple began to engorge and expand erect and the areolae became a darker shade of pink. As Timmy gasped she quickly affixed the other globe to his left breast, the globe sucked tight to his skin and quickly pulled his other breast inside to be stretched the same as the other one. "This is making them bigger aunt Madge!?" Timmy shreiked! He tried to pull them away but Madge pushed his hands aside as she looked on. "Ten minutes three nights a week is what's needed," she said. "What for!?" Timmy gasped again, his head reeling. "The doctor says to try this and that it might pull out any toxins in your skin that may be causing this problem. Now, do you want to get better or not?" she said as she explained her "cure." Now, although Timmy was only a teenager, he wasn't stupid. His trust and confidence in his dear "aunt" Madge was already shaken now especially after the wedding gown incident and how she seemed more and more demanding in his "feminine" development. His mind reeled at his predicament but for now he decided he'd go along, maybe this was a cure, of sorts. Then while he was waiting for the ten minute "therapy" to end Madge left the room and returned with a large, brown paper wrapped object. She quickly unwrapped it. He noticed the ornate white wooden frame and noticed it must be another feminine picture for his bedroom walls. After she pulled away the paper she smiled as she held the eleven-by-fourteen picture up. Timmy gasped to see that it was him, in the gleaming white satin wedding dress, flowers, wedding veil and all, sitting in Madge's well appointed living room. The overly made up, exaggerated feminine smile and the fake romantic pose and all the gleaming satin and lace and the frou-frou petticoats and the lace trimmed train swirled out wide made his head spin. He noticed the clear sticker at the bottom right corner indicating that Madge had taken the film to an expensive local photography shop to have the work done. With the extra touches, tweaked and photo shopped here and there it looked like an authentic bridal photo in a style similar to Glamour Shots! Madge giggled as she took one of the floral paintings off the pastel pink bedroom wall and hung Timmy's bridal picture up in it's place and had a look at it. Timmy knew her real motive for doing this. It was a reminder, in more ways than one! Fifteen minutes later he was back in his nightgown and in bed, his nipples still tingling from the treatment. The next morning Timmy concentrated on his ladylike demeanor, seams straight, hair and makeup and nails perfect and dressed to perfection as he minced and swirled around the kitchen in a dress and vintage ladies apron busily baking cookies. With eight dozen various cookie types already baked and in large Tupperware cookie trays they were now finishing the last two dozen. Cookies that would be picked up for the ladies church bake sale by Madge's friend Linda. "Linda is coming over here!? What do you mean your friend Linda is coming over here!? You have me all dressed up and everything!" Timmy gasped as he wobbled against the kitchen counter in disbelief. He undid the bow at the back of the apron and swirled it off then told Madge he'd be in his room. But Madge simply picked up the frilly apron from the counter and tied it back around Timmy's waist tightly and tied the large sash in back into a large and feminine bow once again. "We're going to finish the last of the cookies," she said with authority. "What's she going to say when she sees a boy all dolled up like this!? She'll laugh and make fun of me!" he worried. "Have you looked at yourself lately dear?" she cooed. "You don't look much like a boy anymore. She won't laugh or say anything. Matter of fact, I think she'll be sympathetic toward's you," She assured. "Sympathetic?" What for?" Timmy gasped. "Well, I've told her...I've told her about my poor little nephew Timmy. And how he's realized he may be transgendered. And that I'm helping him along," Madge added. "Trans...gendered!" I'm not that!" he retorted, as his face began to redden. "Or would you rather I tell her I caught you dressing in my things? Would you rather her think that you're a fairy or a mincing little cross dressing sissy? Is that what you want Timmy?" she added. "You've had plenty of practice living a woman's lifestyle for weeks now. You stay in character like I've taught you and maybe you'll get by and she won't think of you as a boy in a dress. Matter of fact, I think we'd better start using a young ladies name. It simply won't do to call you Timmy when you are dressed. That would spoil the illusion don't you think? How about 'Tiffany," Yes, that will do nicely, don't you think so 'Tiffany?'" Madge cooed with satisfaction just as the doorbell rang! She reinforced Timmy's panic by having him answer the door! "Hi, you must be Tiffany, Madge's...niece? I'm Linda, here for the bake sale cookies?" Linda said with a slightly forced, uneasy smile as she looked him over. Timmy smiled pleasantly and took her coat and purse. She then followed him into the kitchen noticing the swishing, vintage dress the vintage look the sound of his nylons zipping "shick-shick- shick" with each mincing wiggling stiletto heeled step as he moved back into the kitchen and the heels clicked on the tiled floor. Madge turned from the oven and greeted Linda. Linda was a couple years younger but she too dressed in a feminine, ladylike style just like Madge did. The girl-talk and talk about the bake sale began as Timmy stayed out of the way with Linda only giving him a few smiles and glances as he helped with the cookies. Madge had been correct in saying that Linda wouldn't tease or laugh at him. "There's a half dozen ladies at the church setting up for tomorrow. They're just about done and want to have a ladies coffee and tea just to chat about this years fund drive and such. Linda said in a swirl of activity. "Why don't you help me load the car and you can come along, get out of the house?" she inquired to Madge. "I...I...I'll just stay here," Timmy gasped as his head spun and he could feel his nerves. "I'll clean up the kitchen, and I still have a bit of dusting to do," he replied as Madge mulled Linda's offer for afternoon coffee. But there was no escape! The ten dozen cookies were loaded into the back seat of Linda's car and soon all three "ladies" were on the way. Timmy's head spun and he felt faint, as he sat in the middle in the front seat of the car wearing a long, nylon lined ladies car coat that was one of Madge's. She also had him in a floral silk scarf that was tied over his hair set and he now clutched a ladies purse on his lap. He'd never been fully dressed and had never worn any women's things outside nor had he ever dressed around anyone else, and now, here he was dolled up to feminine perfection, hair set, makeup, perfume and all and on his way to a ladies tea! "I...I c...can't go to a ladies tea!?" While Linda began taking the boxed cookies to her car, Timmy had whispered to Madge through gritted teeth at the closet near the front door as she slipped the car coat over his shoulders and selected a nice vintage ladies purse for him. "Well, you're coming along. Guess it's time to put all those feminine mannerisms you've learned to the test sweetie," Madge said. "You have to learn to go out and being seen as a proper young lady sooner or later. So we might as well start right now. You'll get used to it," she assured. "Head high, chest out, limp wrists, mincing steps, smooth the dress, check the makeup, don't slouch, knees together, keep the voice soft and melodic," Timmy's mind raced as he went through the catalog of skills Madge had been putting him through for weeks. But it brought little solace or comfort as his head spun. His stomach churned as Linda pulled into the church parking lot. "The tea's downstairs," Linda said to Madge as they gathered the cookies, leaving Timmy free to not have to carry any. He choked a dry swallow as he got out of the car and hung the straps of the purse over his right forearm. And then his first real walk outside began! The day was cloudy and almost cold, the breeze fluttered at the hem of his coat and dress and swirled around his smooth nylon stockinged legs as he minced through the parking lot. He felt himself wobble and nearly trip when he reached the edge of the asphalt and happened upon a bit of gravel at the edge of the sidewalk that led to the building. Then he had to negotiate past the cracks in the sidewalk measuring every step so he wouldn't get a heel caught or he'd stumble and fall. He noticed Linda and Madge just ahead, mincing and wiggling along, their heels clicking and they didn't miss a step, it was nothing to them walking outside, second nature. Timmy's head spun once again. He felt the swish and heard the zip of the nylon lining of the car coat as he hung his coat up. He then took off his silk scarf and put it into his purse and put everything in a large closet once inside. After smoothing his dress he grabbed two boxes of cookies and went with Linda and Madge to the tea to put the cookies with all the other baked goods. He could hear his heart beating in his ears now, feel how his slippery nylon lingerie was slipping and sliding with frictionless ease with each step as the fabric of his shiny rayon dressed swished and rustled over the lingerie. His nylons zipped, "shick-shick-shick." It was unmistakable, his smooth, hairless ladylike legs now sheathed in sheer vintage ladies nylon stockings as he took his short mincing steps. "One step after another, short steps now, Chest out, head up, smile" the words becoming a mantra now as he felt on the verge of fainting. The three made it into the church basement and after a walk into the large kitchen they set the cookies aside then joined the other ladies gathered in a large side dining room, all well dressed upper class types, all in dresses and heels as well. Although he was dressed in a vintage fashion he didn't look that out of place, with the exception he was much younger than the other ladies most of whom were in their late forties and early fifties. Owing to the other ladies age his June Cleaver look actually went without much fanfare! He set about sticking close to Madge and Linda as they took their seats. He swept the skirt of his dress under himself then sat and then heard the loud zip of the silky, shiny nylon stockings as he crossed his legs. He nearly swooned as he smoothed his dress out at the frictionless sensation of crossing his legs in nylons and hearing that zip again. But none of the ladies reacted to the sound. They knew what it was, they'd experienced it and it was nothing. This was a different world. He could already hear Madge chatting with other ladies and lip-read the word "my young niece Tiffany" several times causing a few of the ladies to look his way. "You're Madge DuBois' niece Tiffany I hear? Love your dress. Thanks for helping your aunt bake all those cookies!" a friendly lady said as she took a seat right next to Timmy. Timmy mumbled a quiet answer and thank you for the compliment as he squirmed in his chair. Madge didn't bother mentioning the "T" word, instead she decided to use that if an emergency came up and Timmy wasn't passing, but she was pretty sure he could make it even though he still appeared nervous. Timmy sat quietly near Madge and Linda and made as little small talk as possible as the mantra continued in his head. He looked at the tiled floor noticing his shiny nylons, his high heels and the hem of his vintage floral rayon dress. He then noticed the fine joints between the tiles and wished he could fit through one of them and slip away without being seen and then somehow get back home. The tea only lasted an hour and a half but each second seemed to tick by like one agonizing minute after another. By the time he put on his car coat and put his purse back over his right arm and minced to the car Timmy was absolutely drained! The next couple of weeks were thankfully spent at home, but with a change to a slightly more modern makeup and a change of outfits, into something more contemporary but still very upscale and feminine Madge soon started taking Timmy out to lunches and then shopping. He didn't like the experience or the exposure. A few people would stare or whisper to themselves now and then but as time passed things changed. The women only seemed to notice the outfits or the shoes or the hair sets now. The men checked out the jiggly silicone breast forms, the smooth legs and the shiny swishing nylons and the wide hips and mincing wiggle courtesy of the high stiletto heels. And then it was back home and at the end of the day the bedtime ritual continued. "I don't want that pink cream tonight aunt Madge, please? I don't like that suction deal either," Timmy pleaded and gasped in panic. "It's not working. These treatments don't work! I...I'm g...getting even bigger!" Madge smiled and stifled a giggle as she put the breast cream and the breast pump away to Timmy's relief. As planned and after all this time his breasts had indeed continued to grow! Timmy's breasts had widened and had taken on weight now, he had a cleavage! He was a solid "C" cup and still growing. He needed new silicone forms to make up for his growing bust to keep his usual daily 40"D" appearance. More concave forms to contain the growing breasts. "I have something else that might cure you Timmy dear," she cooed as he sat at the vanity. And then she went to her bedroom then returned with a pink plastic bag from a local downtown upscale dress and lingerie shop. She took something out of a pink plastic bag and before Timmy knew what had hit him she slipped his arms through the straps of a brand new women's white, Playtex "C" cup brassiere! "Lean forward princess," she said as she pushed him with an open hand between his shoulders to lean him forward. Timmy's breasts jiggled and swung out in front of him. Madge quickly swung the bra cups open, the open cups gathered the fleshy orbs and Timmy gasped at the sensation of breasts slipping into the cups of a real woman's brassiere. He felt the breasts firm up as they disappeared into the reinforced, lace edged cups. He felt the silky sensation as his breast skin rubbed against the inside of the nylon and satin cups, the nipples finally pressing deep against the front of the cups as Madge pulled the bra tight causing the breasts to mound slightly in the lace edged cups for a perfect fit. She quickly hooked the bra tight at the back and adjusted the white satin straps. Timmy gasped to see the little pink satin bow that was stitched between the cups! Just like he'd seen in so many lingerie catalogs in the old days. "This, this isn't any cure aunt Madge! This is a bra, a ladies real bra!" he gasped as he swooned. "Yes. Yes it is," she said as she marveled at the sight. "Of course it's a real bra silly! Do you like it darling?" Madge cooed and smiled as she looked him over then continued fussing with the hooks and white straps. "How does it feel, hummm? You've just had your first bra fitting, feels good doesn't it?" she cooed again. "Do you feel feminine now darling?" she asked in a lilting feminine voice as Timmy's head spun! His eyes fluttered and he swooned and brought a hand to his forehead as he turned and leaned over, his elbows on the ladies vanity feeling on the verge of fainting, whimpering and trembling with embarrassment now as Madge giggled with satisfaction. "What did you think this was!?" she said firmly as she came near. "You little limp wristed, mincing sissy priss! You come to visit aunt Madge in the summers and then sneak into my lingerie, hosiery and my women's clothing and makeup and things to play dress up just like a little girly priss?" she said than mocked. "Poor little sissy Timmy can't help himself, he likes the silky, slippery feel of feminine ladies things? Sickening! You were never much of a young man were you. And you certainly wouldn't have turned out very manly. And you would still have your sissy addiction, isn't that right?" she said as she heard him sniffle slightly as his head continued to spin. She relished the sensation of having full and total control. "Why the tears princess? You should thank aunt Madge. After all you've been cured now haven't you? And do you know why sweetie? Because ladies can't be cross dressers! You'll never again have to worry about quitting your addiction to pretty women's things." "You can wear and luxuriate in all the pretty silky ladies things you want, you can dress to your hearts content from now and on, and you will. Go ahead, look in the mirror sweetie. Look at your pretty curves now, your pretty new brassiere, the real breasts, the trim waist and wide and rounded hips. Haven't you noticed how well your pretty clothes fit you now? It's because you have a woman's shape now, we hardly need any padding any longer, and soon, you won't need any at all. Yes! Nobody will ever mistake you for a man ever again Timmy. I'm not quite done with you yet dear but it won't be much longer now," she assured as she giggled until Timmy finally built up the nerve to retort. "I...I need to leave here. I don't care if I have to do it in a dress like you said," he replied angrily. "Well, the door's always open princess, you know that. But, poor Timmy. Has it really been that bad living here with aunt Madge, hummm? I've encouraged your dressing and helped you along haven't I? You live in a million dollar house and wear the finest clothing and only do the barest minimum of work, isn't that right? You're living a ladies life of luxury you know. I just thought that you might be a little more appreciative," she finished. "I don't care. Everything happened too fast, you pulled me in!" he gasped as his eyes rolled and his lashes fluttered. "And I also gave you what you wanted, and protected you and took care of you didn't I?" Madge returned. "But, if you leave, what will you do Timmy? I mean I find the idea perfectly normal and natural now that 'Tiffany' continue on living here, living in the style that 'she's' become accustomed to," Where will you go? Where will you work, what kind of a job can you get with only a high school GED? You certainly will never be able to pass as a man ever again. You'll end up stocking shelves or working fast food as a young woman. You'll have to try and make it on minimum wage, how will you find an apartment and clothe and feed yourself on such low pay, and how will you ever afford a car to get around. What if you end up as a hotel maid or a waitress? And then, what if anybody ever finds out that little Tiffany used to be a young man named Timmy? It would be so tragic wouldn't it dear?" Madge reasoned knowing she was nailing the door shut for good now. She went to the bed and gathered the white, layered nylon chiffon frilly night gown and then gathered it up and slipped it over his head helping Timmy dress for bed. To give him the rest of the night to think things over! The next morning Timmy combed his hair back, left off the makeup and he'd removed the gloss red salon nails, he then skipped breakfast, packed a suitcase with the least feminine things he could find then stood at the open front door looking through the glass and screened outer door as Madge stood by. She neither gave him any money nor offered him a ride to town. If he wanted to leave he'd have to hitch, a condition that she knew would force him to realize just what kind of a tough life present day reality would be. She gasped to herself when he opened the outer door then with suitcase in hand he began the half a block walk down the long curved asphalt drive that lead to the front gate and the county highway beyond. Maybe it was the fresh air or the time to think because by the time he was reaching for the button that opened the front gate he had to admit that there was no way he'd make it on his own and with the way he looked now he'd be at an even bigger disadvantage. His shoulders slumped as he looked out on the long highway leading to the distant town. But it didn't matter now as he turned defeated and resigned and walked back up the long driveway and back to aunt Madge's country house. Timmy had left the front house door open and Madge had seen the whole spectacle. She smiled faintly to herself as she left the large wooded door open then returned to the kitchen to put the morning dishes away. Timmy then entered the house to start the final portion of Madge's charm school lessons. Of course it wasn't a certainty that Timmy wouldn't rebel yet again, but Madge had another card to play. There would soon be a scheduled annual physical to see doctor Judith Lovelli. It was a complete and thorough physical. But when she checked Timmy's breasts she informed him that Madge wanted the final size fixed. Timmy was now scheduled for saline breast implants to augment his ample but only "C" cup breasts. He awoke after the procedure, his chest feeling different, larger and heavier now. He no longer would need any silicone forms, special bras or any padding now because Madge had seen to it that he was now a full size 40"DD!" But as he laid there he felt something else that was different and was shocked to learn that when the breast augmentation was performed it had been no trouble at all to perform a quick, snip-snip castration! And now, without testes he would no longer need the testosterone blocking agents and would only have to continue on with his full maintenance dosage of the female hormone estrogen. Once Madge got Timmy home to recover he seemed a bit remote and listless but a few days of a mild tranquilizer in addition to his daily estrogen dose soon had him calmed down during his recovery. Another few months rolled effortlessly by, it was soon well into spring of the next year. Timmy had been with aunt Madge a full year now and with no need to finish high school Madge made sure he'd spent the last year home schooled and under her watchful eye as she continued her charm school program. He'd now learned to dress effortlessly as any vintage woman. He'd forgotten the scratchy feel of mens' clothes and even what it was like to wear pants. He'd been exclusively in lingerie and in skirts and blouses but mostly vintage house dresses for a full year now. The movements and mannerisms were nearly there, as was the soft and feminine voice. He'd learned to do his makeup and style his hair every morning. Madge took note with a smile as his daily routine at the vanity lessened from over an hour each morning to just under a half an hour now. But once a week he still found himself back in the styling chair in the basement for a full new hair set, manicure and pedicure. And, over time Madge had learned how to use a laser electrolysis machine. Once certified to use one she had one installed in the basement. Timmy only had a thin and wispy beard to begin with and didn't have to shave more than two or three times a week but now Madge was pleased that his skin, already softened by the female hormones rarely sprouted whiskers, the laser treatments working perfectly. In another two or three months nobody would ever know that Timmy had ever had any whiskers, and then, he'd be totally smooth forever and never need to shave again! Even the wild emotional swings Timmy began to get once the female hormone therapy was increased to full strength began to subside until finally to Madge's great satisfaction he became docile and even began thinking as a woman would! Linda would often visit for coffee and only saw Tiffany now, not 'poor Timmy.' And Madge? Even she only saw Tiffany now. The remainder of her process was mostly odds and ends, the hard part had been completed and Tiffany was now well installed as Madge's new 'niece.' 'She' was looking pretty good now but a trip to the dentist to clean and whiten the teeth helped still more. And since clinically he was no longer a male, Madge's doctor Judith Lovelli finished completing Timmy Benson's paperwork, changing his records from "male" to "female" and his name from Timmy into "Tiffany," last name "DuBois" to match Madge's, the new last name designed to erase the Benson name and to reinforce that Tiffany was now Madge's "niece!" Madge then took another look at Timmy and decided that even though he looked feminine enough he didn't look girly-girl feminine. Although Timmy was always short and slightly built he still had a whisper of masculine facial features and a slightly masculine hairline, vestiges of traits he no longer needed. A bit of liposuction work would round out the procedure. It was a painful process that required weeks of rehabilitation but once the bruising and then swelling and tenderness subsided the last of the bandages came off. Timmy was aghast at the very feminine woman's face he now saw the fuller lips, the smaller upturned nose and the higher cheekbones of his new heart-shaped face in the mirror but it appeared pasty in complexion with no makeup and in being bandaged for so long. Madge easily fixed that with makeup once again and then did another feminine hair set. To Madge's delight It was now clear that Timmy was gone for good! He had to get used to seeing the new female picture and the word "female" listed as his sex on his replacement drivers license. And thanks to doctor Lovelli, all his other papers and records now matched. The housewife life around the house continued on for Timmy under Madge's watchful eye but now, with so much time in training the tutoring was at an end, the schooling and near constant reminders faded now as Timmy's new lifestyle had become second nature just as Madge had planned. No more reminder mantra to "keep your head up, legs together, mincing steps, and limp wrists" and such. And housework,? The cooking and dusting and cleaning and knitting and sewing and even tea's with the ladies were all second nature. Madge added a few new outfits to Timmy's wardrobe and life continued on as did the lunches, teas and shopping trips and other outings until everything became natural, second nature and Timmy blended in. It was more than a year later, Timmy was twenty now and continuing as Madge's niece Tiffany when one afternoon a gentleman came out to the house. He was Madge's insurance agent, a handsome young man in his late twenties busy with his career to review her policies and hopefully to add a few more. It was conversation in the kitchen over iced tea and cookies as usual. But without thinking Madge seemed to take notice. The sudden realization excited her. Timmy broug