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The Invitation It was a typical Friday evening on the Northern Line; crowded and hot, which in turn lead to the strong smell of sweaty bodies. However Jenny Forrest was completely oblivious to these distractions as she stood in the swaying carriage on her way to the flat in Highgate which she shared with her boyfriend Tony. She was feeling excited and was anxious to tell Tony about the unexpected encounter as she strolled along Bond Street window shopping during her lunch break. She had heard her name called and turned to see a young woman running from an elegant art gallery. "Jenny, Jenny Forrest, I thought it was you." Jenny suddenly recognized a friend from school that she had not seen for ten years. "Rachel! This is amazing; how wonderful to see you." Rachel Fallon was actually Lady Rachel Fallon and she and Jenny had been close friends at the private girl's school they had both attended for several years. During school holidays Jenny had sometimes visited Rachel at the vast family estate, called Carstairs, outside Cambridge. They were still some of Jenny's happiest memories, filled with horse riding, swimming in the lake and rambles through the picturesque countryside. After school their lives had gone in different directions and they had lost contact. The two women talked for a few minutes before Rachel suggested that they adjourn to a caf? nearby so that they could catch up in more detail. They found a table in a quiet corner and settled down to some serious catching up. "Rachel, I must know," said Jenny. "Are you still at Carstairs? It must be so difficult these days keeping such a huge estate." "The answer is yes and yes," said Rachel. "My parents were killed in a car crash 6 years ago and the whole estate passed to me as the oldest child." "Rachel I am so sorry, I was overseas 6 years ago and must have missed the news." "Yes, it was very hard at the time and I could never have kept going without Bev. Sorry you don't know Bev but she is really my wife although it is not official." Jenny was not really surprised to learn that Rachel was in a close relationship with another woman; there had been indications of her preferences even at school. Rachel went on, "If you follow sport at all you might have heard of Bev Standling; she won a gold medal at the Olympics 5 years ago with the rowing eight. Anyway we met at Cambridge and one thing lead to another. Her family is fabulously wealthy so it is really Bev who has kept Carstairs running but I'm not sure how much longer we can survive. Staff wages for one thing are a huge expense. But Jenny enough about me, do tell me about you." "Well there is not a lot to tell. I did a degree in Business Management and I am stuck in middle management in London. It is frustrating because I should be higher up the ladder by now but it seems that the glass ceiling keeps getting in the way." "Is there anyone special in your life?" asked Rachel. "Ah that is the good part," said Jenny with a smile. "I live with my boyfriend Tony. We have been together for 3 years and I don't know if he loves me more than I love him, so perhaps it is a tie." "And what does Tony do?" asked Rachel. "He's a soft wear developer, but his real passion is painting. He has an unusual talent in both painting and music. He wants to make enough to be able to devote his time to his painting but as you know the arts do not usually pay well; but we get by. At the moment he is between contracts so he plays the role of the starving artist, which he does quite well; lots of pathos," said Jenny with a grin. They talked for another 20 minutes before Jenny looked at her watch and exclaimed, "Oh no 1.30; I've got to run. Rachel we must meet up again and soon." As they were getting up a sudden thought occurred to Rachel. "Jenny I have just thought of something. We are having a sort of Downton Abbey weekend at Carstairs next month; it would be wonderful if you could come. We each present as an Edwardian character and play the part to the hilt. We provide all the costumes and assign each person a particular character. It really is great fun and I know you would love it." "Rachel that sounds absolutely wonderful; Tony and I would love to come." "Marvelous," said Rachel, "I will send you an invitation next week." She paused a moment and her face fell. "Oh I forgot; there is a slight problem with Bev." Rachel gave a lengthy explanation and was surprised to see Jenny burst out laughing. "Oh that won't be a problem at all; in fact it will make the whole weekend even more memorable," she said and they both dissolved into fits of giggles. The rest of the afternoon seemed to drag along very slowly but at last it was time for Jenny to join the commuter rush. Before she left the office she made a call to Tony. "Tony my love, it is Friday night; I do hope that we are spending it in the usual way? Excellent; now I do believe that it is my turn to choose. Remember last week you chose the Geisha girl; so let me see; this week I think I would like a 1950's theme, ok? I have some wonderful news to tell you and a trip back in time will be the perfect backdrop for my news, see you soon." Jenny and Tony lived in a block of flats near Highgate Cemetery. They were just able to afford the rent and both despaired of ever being able to own a place in London. Jenny opened the front door and called out, "I'm home darling." There was a clatter of heels and Tony rushed to the entrance to greet his girlfriend. Her face lit up with pleasure at the sight of him. "Toni darling you look absolutely divine," she said. Tony was wearing a red, polka dot dress which reached just below the knee. The skirt was full, pushed out by a stiff petticoat, that just peeped out below the hem of the dress and rustled when he move. Over the dress he wore a full sparkling white apron that was fastened at the back by a perfectly tied bow. He had flesh coloured stockings and black 4 inch pumps. His hair was tied back and he wore full makeup. He really did look like a very pretty housewife, just as Jenny had requested. He fussed around Jenny, taking her coat and hanging it up and ushering her through to the lounge where he had a cocktail already on a tray next to the couch. "You sit down darling and relax," he said in a breathy voice, "I'll just finish up the dinner preparations and then you can tell me about your day." "Toni dear you have become the most perfect little housewife," said Jenny with a smile. "Only the best for my wonderful bread winner," gushed Tony, and he hurried out to the kitchen to finish dinner preparations. Every Friday Jenny and Tony indulged in some thematic role play which always ended in steamy sex. Jenny naturally graduated to a more dominant role and she loved having Tony dress as an attractive submissive woman. This night promised to be especially memorable. Although he was loath to admit it, Tony also found wearing women's clothes incredibly erotic. As they ate Jenny related her meeting with her old friend and the promised invitation. Staying true to the role, Tony showed a lot of enthusiasm for the proposal. "When is the invitation coming?" he asked. "Rachel said it would be next week and the actual event about a month from now. We will have sufficient notice so there should not be any difficulty getting time off for either of us," said Jenny. There was not a lot more discussion on the subject because as soon as dinner was finished Jenny dragged Tony into their bedroom and gave him what she called "a good seeing to." The result of these amorous assaults was that both lovers collapsed into each other's arms and slept soundly. When Jenny got home on Wednesday evening a large gold embossed envelope was propped up on the counter in the kitchen. She tore it open and squealed with delight when she saw the contents. The first thing she saw as an invitation written in an elegant script addressed to her and Tony to attend an Edwardian weekend at Carstairs the home of Rachel Fallon and Beverley Standling to take place from 18-20 August. Guests were asked to respond via an email link. Also included were 2 booklets which described in detail the characters they were to represent. They were Lord and Lady Summerbee, prominent members of the aristocracy and London's social scene. Lord Summerbee, age 36, was described as handsome, dashing and immensely wealthy. His wife, Lady Caroline, was 24 and was reputed to be one of the most beautiful women in the country. A covering letter informed the guests that it was important that they studied both of the enclosed books in order that they had a full understanding of the two characters and their relationship. The letter also explained that the evening was designed to be as authentic as possible with strict adherence to Edwardian dress, etiquette, customs and activities consistent with an Edwardian country weekend. All clothing would be provided plus cosmetics and toiletries. The guests would assemble at a hotel and health spa on the Wednesday evening. Thursday they would be pampered with a full spa experience before dressing in their respective costumes. The second part of the day was given over to lessons in expected behavior when taking, tea, dining, dancing and many of the social niceties that their characters would have grown up with. Finally there was a form they were required to complete which gave details of their measurements. Tony looked at the form in surprise. "Why do they want such detail? Chest, waist, hip, arm to wrist, inside leg seems excessive. Shoe size I can understand but the rest seems like overkill." Jenny replied, "Rachel said that they were meticulous in detail. They have a large wardrobe and they need time to get the exact measurements. Lady Summerbee may need 5 different outfits in a day and Lord Summerbee would need at least three. Here Tony take your shirt off and let me get all your vital statistics; I really do not want to let Rachel down. Now trousers off and lets measure you down there as well; no not that one silly that is our secret", and Jenny broke into a fit of laughter. Tony sighed and rolled his eyes but offered his body to the tape measure. Two weeks later Jenny and Tony travelled by train to Cambridge where they were met by a car sent by Rachel, which drove them to the hotel in a village close to Carstairs. They were both travelling very light with one small overnight bag between them containing little more than their toiletries for the night and Tony's paints and easel. They made passionate love before falling into deep satisfying sleeps. They were both jerked awake by the shrill ringing of the phone next to the bed. Jenny sleepily picked up the receiver. "Hello Ms. Forrest," said a ridiculously cheerful voice, "your spa treatment is scheduled to begin in 40 minutes; you have time for a light breakfast downstairs in the dining room, please be on time as we have a lot to do today." After coffee and a Continental breakfast Jenny and Tony were shown into the spa area of the hotel where they were met by an efficient looking young woman dressed in a white tunic. "Ms. Forrest and Mr. Tomic? Excellent, please come this way. My name is Marsha and I will be co- coordinating your spa session." She ushered them through a doorway and pointed them towards some changing rooms. "Please remove all your clothing and place it in the bag you will find on the chair and put on the robes hanging on the door. We will start immediately." Jenny and Tony did as requested and joined Marsha in a few minutes. She led them into a room with comfortable reclining couches and bade them lay down. Two young women entered and began the spa treatment. Jenny and Tony were given ear phones and relaxed as the listened to soothing music. Their hair was washed and rinsed, mud packs were applied to their faces and after their robes were removed they were covered with warm oils and gently massaged. They were given some delicious herbal tea which they sipped contentedly. Tony began to feel very drowsy and soon began to snore quietly. When he awoke a couple of hours later he felt different. There was an unusual heaviness across his chest and his whole body seemed to tingle in a very pleasant manner. His face mask was removed and he saw Jenny smiling down at him. "Well you certainly slept well my dear," she said. Tony took a moment to focus and when he did he blinked in surprise. Jenny's hair was pulled back in a masculine style and she sported a thin mustache. "Jenny," gasped Tony "you have a mustache." "Yes, I am very pleased with it," she said, "makes me look quite dashing don't you think?" "But, but," stuttered Tony, "that's hardly the look of an Edwardian lady." "Well of course not you silly," Jenny laughed. "Why on earth would Lord Summerbee want to look like an Edwardian lady?" "But I am supposed to be Lord Summerbee," said a very confused Tony. Jenny smiled and shook her head. "No, no you are my darling wife, Lady Caroline Summerbee. Here take a look in the mirror." She pulled Tony to his feet and guided him over to a full length mirror and pulled open his robe. Tony stared at the image before him in amazement. He was looking at a beautiful young woman with long flowing hair, perfect makeup and most astonishingly of all he had breasts. "Are these real," he said cupping his new additions? "Well not yet," giggled Jenny, "but if you really want them I am sure something could be arranged." "But how is my hair so long?" asked Tony. "Marsha and her team added extensions as well as fantastic styling; it really looks sensational; you should be very proud." "I can't believe that I slept through all that," said Tony. Jenny looked a little guilty. "Well we did slip a little something into your tea to relax you," she said. "But Jenny why didn't you tell me I was Lady Summerbee," said Tony with some annoyance? "Darling I wanted to surprise you," said Jenny. "You have certainly done that," said Tony drily. "Oh darling don't be cross, you will have a lovely time. Think of all the beautiful dresses you can wear; you know you will love that experience," said Jenny. "Besides you couldn't have been Lord Summerbee because of Bev." "What has Bev got to do with it?" asked Tony. Jenny hesitated a moment and then said, "Well actually Bev has a thing about men. The thing is she can't stand them and won't have them in the house." "So do I have to say outside?" asked Tony peevishly. "Of course not silly; she is perfectly happy having you there as a woman. In fact she told Rachel she was really looking forward to meeting you. She will be playing Lord Carstairs so I expect you will get to dance with her." "What a treat that will be," said Tony sarcastically. Before Jenny could reply Marsha came back in accompanied by a pretty dark young woman. "Oh good you are awake," she said to Tony. "Time to get you dressed. This is Daisy; she will be your ladies maid for the weekend. Don't worry, she does this at all the Carstairs functions and is really very skilled; you are in excellent hands." "Pleased to meet you my lady," said Daisy giving a little bob. "Please come with me and I'll get you dressed for your lunch." A very dazed looking Tony followed Daisy out of the room, much to the amusement of Jenny and Marsha. Daisy took Tony into an adjoining room which contained a bed that was covered in ladies clothing. Daisy handed Tony a lacy garment and said "this is your chemise my Lady; if you would go behind the screen and put it on we can get started." Tony did as he was told and Daisy moved towards him holding a severe looking corset. "I'll lace you into this my Lady and then we can get your stockings on." Daisy placed the corset around Tony's waist and began to lace it up. "Must it be so tight?" complained Tony. Daisy gave a little giggle. "Oh my Lady, I've only just started. Here hold onto he door frame and I will get your waist all nice and trim." Tony felt as though he was being crushed and had to take very shallow breaths. "There, all done my Lady that looks very nice. Now let's get your stockings on." Daisy skillfully rolled a pair of silk stockings up Tony's legs and fastened them to the garters on the corset. The sensation of the silk on Tony's freshly shaved legs made him shudder with pleasure. He also felt a growing excitement between his legs and hoped that Daisy did not notice. 'Here are your drawers my Lady," said Daisy handing Tony a pair of long bloomers that came below his knees and had a very lacy trim around the cuff. Tony noticed that the drawers were crotch less which made him feel strangely vulnerable. "This is your corset cover my Lady," said Daisy as she helped Tony into a short blouse like garment that covered his corset. "This will protect your dress from rubbing against your corset. Now I think we are ready for your petticoats," said Daisy brightly. "I can hardly wait," thought Tony sardonically although he blushed a little as he felt a further twitch of excitement under his drawers. "This is your under petticoat my Lady," said Daisy holding up a long straight silk petticoat with a generous border of lace at the hem. "You will find this one is a little narrower below the knee to help shorten your stride." Daisy knelt and guided Tony's feet into the garment and slowly drew it up his legs. Tony felt the sensation of the silken petticoat brushing against his silk stockings as almost too intense to bear. Daisy tied the waist and threaded it through the laces of the corset for extra security. "Now we will use a fuller petticoat my Lady which will give your dress more shape." This time Daisy piled the frothy silk petticoat on the floor and assisted Tony to step into it after which she drew it up to the waist and tied it securely. "Last one my Lady," said Daisy. "This petticoat is taffeta and as you can see is very frilly at the hem. The fabric also makes a wonderful rustling sound as you move." Once this was in place Daisy stood back to survey her work. "That looks lovely my Lady," she said. "Wearing the correct petticoats is such an important part of being a lady. Once we have your dress on you will see what I mean." The dress was a high collared, full skirted garment that cascaded to the ground in a waterfall of grey silk satin. The corset ensured a perfect fit and once Daisy had closed the last button at the back she spent some time arranging the skirt and the petticoats beneath. She coached Tony in how to walk, which consisted of a graceful gliding movement across the floor with the train trailing behind. "Listen to how your petticoats rustle as you glide along my Lady," explained Daisy. "Petticoats are one of ladies main weapons in society; as well as the lovely sound of frou frouing skirts and delightfully clicking heels a lady should subtly raise her skirt a little to give a glimpse of her frilly petticoats, it always drives the men wild with excitement and then you can control them; yes that is right my Lady, perfect; I think you are now ready to greet his Lordship. When you greet him you should curtsey prettily; good, yes very good." Daisy escorted Tony to the door, opened it and announced, "Lady Summerbee your Lordship." She then withdrew as Tony glided forward and performed a perfect curtsey making sure to flash a froth of petticoat as he did so. Jenny who was wearing the morning suit of an Edwardian gentleman gave a gasp of surprise and pleasure. She quickly crossed the room and embraced her boyfriend, now girlfriend. Tony was caught a little off balance and Jenny had to steady him. "Darling I can't believe it; you are so delightful. Tony, I mean Caroline; you are making me so hot." She lifted Tony's skirt and gave a little squeal of delight. "Oh dearest I love your petticoats! They make you so wonderfully feminine and vulnerable. Quickly come into this bedroom through here." She half dragged Tony into a bedroom that she had used to change into her costume. "Now my fine young lady, I am going to have my way with you," she said in a mock stern tone. "No don't struggle, you can't escape. Ah well if you won't co-operate I shall have to bind your hands behind you." Tony resisted weakly; somehow the reversal of costumes seemed to drain all his strength and before he knew quite what was happening Jenny had lashed his hands tightly behind his back with a silk scarf. "That's better," purred Jenny. "Not just vulnerable but completely helpless as well." Jenny pushed him onto the bed, lifted his skirts and petticoats and sat astride him "Oh Caroline I have a feeling that your future lies in petticoats, you are just too gorgeous to ever be in trousers." Tony tried to protest but the hardness between his legs completely betrayed him. He cried out as Jenny lowered herself onto his very erect shaft and began to slowly rise and fall like the talented horsewoman she undoubtedly was. Jenny was so aroused that it did not take long for her to climax with a cry of ecstasy, before collapsing forward onto her lover. After a while she became aware that Tony was still hard. "Oh my, Lady Caroline are you still there?" she giggled. "What would you like me to do My Lady?" "Fuck me," gasped Tony. "Tut, tut, that's not ladylike," said Jenny as she began to ride him again. Tony's movements became more frenzied as he hovered on the edge of orgasm. Sensing this Jenny eased off a little. "Darling you are becoming quite violent, what a good thing I took the precaution of tying you up." As Tony whimpered and begged for release Jenny continued to tease him. "Do you like your petticoats darling," she cooed. "Yes, yes," cried Tony. "Well tell me properly and beg me to let you wear them." "I love my petticoats, I really do, please let me wear them." "Do you want to wear them all the time and never wear trousers again," whispered Jenny. "Yes, yes, yes, I want to wear petticoats all the time," cried Tony desperately. "Well if that is what you really want my darling then of course you may," said Jenny and thrusting down powerfully a dozen times she brought him to a shattering orgasm. After they had recovered Jenny helped Tony to stand and looked at him fondly. "Darling you look so pretty all tied up and helpless; I would love to keep you bound like this, but I suppose I had better release you so we can have lunch." She undid the silk scarf and they embraced each other for several minutes. Finally Jenny said, "Lady Caroline I need to help you with your makeup, although you must learn to do it by yourself. Come on we don't want to be late for lunch." Lunch was an elaborate affair with a bewildering array of plate's dishes and cutlery. They were instructed in the complex etiquette of dining room procedure by a tall severe looking woman, who introduced herself as Finch, the butler at Carstairs. Finch was dressed in a magnificent dark suit with tails, a grey waistcoat, dark trousers and highly polished shoes. At the conclusion of her lecture she gave Jenny and Tony a small booklet which covered dining room behavior in detail and strongly suggested that they read it carefully. After lunch Marsha brought them into a large room and introduced them to John and Nancy Graham who were dance instructors and especially expert in the typical dances of the Edwardian era. John of course was partnered with Lady Summerbee and Nancy with Lord Summerbee and the two instructors took their pupils through the mysteries of the quadrille, waltz and tango. Tony was quite an accomplished dancer but it still took him a little time to adapt to the female role. After about an hour of practice which Jenny and Tony found highly stimulating, John and Nancy suggested that Lord Summerville partner his wife. "How are you finding it darling?" asked Jenny. "Well I have to keep remembering to let you lead and that my job is to follow," explained Tony. 'That is absolutely correct darling and of course not just in dance, but in life in general," said Jenny complacently. "I'm beginning to regret accepting this weekend invitation," said Tony. "Nonsense Lady Caroline," replied his partner. "You are having the time of your life and we haven't even reached Carstairs yet." After another hour John and Nancy were satisfied with their pupil's progress and called a halt. Marsha immediately appeared and announced that it was time to get changed so that they could travel up to Carstairs in time for afternoon tea. Daisy took Tony into the room they had occupied before and undid the buttons on his dress and helped him out of it. "My Lady we can leave all of your underwear on for now but you will need a different dress for the trip up to Carstairs. This is called a tailor- made," she said, indicating a skirt and close fitting jacket in a light green silk-wool blend. The bottom of the skirt was a little narrower which caused the petticoats to rustle a little more, a fact which pleased Jenny, now in a tweed suit, greatly and Tony only slightly less. Daisy helped Tony into a pair of black heeled boots and declared her lady perfect in every way. Marsha came in to announce that their carriage was waiting outside and led them to the front of the building where a magnificent coach with 2 white horses waited. A liveried footman, actually footwoman, assisted Tony into the carriage. Tony was actually glad of the assistance because he needed one hand to delicately lift his skirt and his movements were quite restricted by his costume. Of course he flashed his petticoats briefly which delighted Jenny. Jenny was also pleased that she was able to jump into the carriage without any difficulty. "Don't worry darling I'll always be here to help you," she said smugly. Tony was starting to find Jenny's comments a little irritating but he did not say anything. It was just the two of them in the carriage as Daisy went ahead by taxi so that she could be there when they arrived. They attracted quite a lot of attention from the villagers that they passed who assumed that there was some sort of film shoot going on at Carstairs. After about 20 minutes the carriage swept through the high open gates of Carstairs and proceeded up the mile long tree lined drive to the house. Jenny had of course seen the grounds before but it still gave her an absolute surge of pleasure and all the memories of her teenage holidays came flooding back. For Tony seeing Carstairs for the first time was almost overwhelming. He could scarcely believe the beauty of the grounds and felt that he had never seen anything to rival the scene. The journey continued in silence as both Jenny and Tony were fully absorbed in their own thoughts. Gradually the vast bulk of Carstairs came into view. It was a magnificent structure, more a castle than a home. It was made of sand coloured Bath stone which had been laboriously transported from the west over 200 years earlier. Two large turrets graced the front and as the carriage swung around to the reception area they saw Finch, standing at attention, waiting for them flanked by 2 maids in long black dresses. "Good afternoon Lord and Lady Summerbee," proclaimed Finch in sonorous tones. "Welcome to Carstairs. Please take my hand Lady Summerbee, the step is a little high." Tony smiled awkwardly and adjusted his skirts. "Your luggage is unpacked in your rooms. Tea will be in 30 minutes in the drawing room. Daisy is waiting in your room My Lady to assist you dress, after which she will conduct you and His Lordship to the drawing room." One of the maids led Jenny and Tony up the magnificent marble staircase. Tony had to lift his skirt a little to avoid catching his foot and he found himself concentrating hard to avoid stumbling. They walked along a wide high ceilinged corridor with huge windows looking out onto the park spread out below. The maid stopped outside a heavy oak door and pulled down on the shiny brass handle. "This is your room My Lady, his Lordship is next door. You will be able to visit each other through a communicating door next to your dressing room." As Tony entered Daisy moved forward to greet him and dropped into a curtsey. "My Lady if you will follow me into the dressing room I will help you change for tea," she said. Tony took in the splendor of the bedroom as he followed Daisy. It was the size of their entire flat in Highgate and was dominated by a huge 4 poster bed which was topped by an elaborate laced edged canopy. Beside the long window was a large armchair and a mahogany chest of drawers was against the wall. The dressing room was only slightly smaller than the bedroom and contained a walk in closet the size of a normal bedroom. It contained at least 30 dresses, numerous skirts, blouses, jackets, coats and a multitude of petticoats. A rack on the floor had dozens of shoes. "Now let's find you a pretty tea gown, My Lady. Here I think this would be lovely," said Daisy, as she held up a long flowing gown which featured a cascading floral design over cream coloured silk. Daisy then helped Tony out of his tailor-made suit and hung it up. "You will not need your corset My Lady as your tea gown is designed for easy movement, so please hold still while I unlace you." Tony sighed with relief as the crushing embrace of his corset was released and took deep satisfying breaths of air. "Don't get too used to it My Lady," giggled Daisy, "you will have to wear a tighter one for dinner later. Your gown is quite full and so we will change your inner petticoat for one in heavy silk which will give the gown's skirt more swish. The lighter taffeta petticoats will be on the outside so you will still rustle very attractively when you move." A pair of high heeled shoes completed Tony's dressing and after she had selected a beautiful necklace and earrings from a large jewelry box Daisy was satisfied. She knocked on the communicating door and when Jenny opened it Daisy said, "Lady Summerbee is ready Your Lordship." "My darling you look absolutely lovely," said Jenny eyeing Tony hungrily. "Come on let's go down to tea and meet Rachel and some of the other guests." Jenny who was dressed in a light grey suit went quickly ahead so that she could have the pleasure of seeing Tony descend the staircase in his sweeping gown, something he did with surprising grace. The drawing room ran along one side of the house and opened onto a terrace through a set of French doors. Tony entered the room nervously behind Jenny. There were a dozen guests already present and Jenny's face lit up with a delighted smile as she saw her friend Rachel detach herself from the group and come quickly over to greet them. "Jenny darling, I almost did not recognize you; you look so dashing with that very stylist moustache. And this must be Tony, sorry I mean Lady Caroline. I am Rachel; or for the weekend I will be Lady Carstairs, but do call me Rachel and I hope you do not mind if I call you Caroline." Tony smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm very pleased to meet you Rachel; it was so kind of you to invite us." "It's an absolute pleasure to have you and Lord Summerbee," said Rachel remembering her character. "Caroline I am sure that we will be great friends and I simply adore that beautiful dress you are wearing, you make me quite jealous. Lord Summerbee you must be very proud of your beautiful wife." "I am indeed," said Jenny enthusiastically, "she is every inch a lady." "Well let me introduce you to the others," said Rachel as she led them across to the group. They were all women, although 5 of them were dressed as men in a similar style to Jenny. 3 were presented as couples and included 2 Lords and their Lady's and the other was Sir George and Lady Belmont. They all regarded Tony with amusement and one of the supposedly unattached women said with the hint of a sneer, "What a beautiful dress Lady Caroline, you must love wearing it." Tony blushed a little, but decided that the best policy was to fully embrace the occasion. "How kind of you to say so and yes I do love wearing it; such a relief to escape the clutches of that beastly corset for a little while." This comment brought nods of agreement from the other ladies and sniggers from those dressed as men. Thus emboldened Tony went on, "His Lordship loves me wearing dresses like this and I find that if I flash a little petticoat I have him eating out of my hand; men are so predictable don't you think?" Tony raised his skirt slightly and shook it lightly producing the desired rustling sound. This time it was Jenny's turn to look a little embarrassed, but the rest of the company found this very funny. Now that the ice was broken Tony found that he was readily included in the conversation. Tony became more and more relaxed and began to enjoy himself. He found out that several of the other guests were interesting people often doing challenging jobs. One of the very pretty ladies was a captain with British Airways flying 747's on long haul routes, two were trial lawyers and one tough looking woman who was playing the role of Sir George was a police inspector in the CID. Her partner Lady Belmont was a well know fashion designer. The only one missing was Rachel's partner Bev, who was playing Lord Carstairs. Rachel explained that Bev had been called away to deal with a problem in the estate office that could not wait but would certainly be there for dinner. Tony became so absorbed that he lost track of time and Jenny had to pull him away in order that they could take a short walk before getting dressed for dinner. "Once outside Jenny said, "Darling I was going to thank you for being such a good sport about this, but actually I can see that you are really enjoying yourself." "Yes I am much to my surprise," said Tony. "I wanted to do this for you because I know how much it means to you but I have to admit that wearing these clothes is something I find incredibly erotic. It is a good job Edwardian ladies dresses are so full because I am permanently hard down below." "Good," said Jenny, "I will take full advantage of that later." "Take advantage of a lady? That is not very gentlemanly Lord Summerbee," said Tony archly. "Maybe I will have a headache after dinner." "Don't even think about it," said Jenny severly. Jenny only had time to show Tony part of the garden closest to the Castle. It had been laid out as so many great English homes had by Capability Brown over 200 years ealier. In the soft evening light Tony found it mesmerizing and he vowed to make as many paintings as he could during their stay. They returned to Carstairs to dress for dinner, which was the main social event of the day. As usual Daisy was waiting to assist Tony and after she had given him a fresh chemise and lashed him into a severe corset she asked him if there was a particular dress that he would like. "Daisy as this is the first night I want to make an impression; let's choose something spectacular." And so they did. The dress was a delicate rose coloured pink of silk that swept to the ground and featured a train at the back. It was sleeveless with a low neck line that displayed Tony's artificial cleavage to good effect. A white wrap, 3 petticoats, long gloves and a fan completed the ensemble and Tony was ready to be guided by Jenny downstairs to the drawing room where they were to assemble before going in to dinner. Everyone except Lord Carstairs was present and Tony and Jenny joined the group who were sipping cocktails. Rachel asked for everyone's attention and announced the order of entry into the dining room. "As you will know it is traditional for the host to escort the wife of the highest ranking guest. In this case the highest rank is Lord Summerbee, so that means he will escort Lady Caroline and lead the rest of us into the dining room. I will of course be last escorted by Lord Summerbee." Just as she finished speaking Lord Carstairs hurried into the room apologizing profusely for his lateness. Lord Carstairs was an imposing figure; 6 foot two and at least 200lb. Bev Standish was not quite as fit as when she rowed to an Olympic gold medal but she was still in very good shape. "Terribly sorry ladies and gentlemen but an annoying problem has developed in the office which has regrettably kept me from your company until now." Rachel went over to her Lord and guided him across to Tony and Jenny. "Darling may I present Lord and Lady Summerbee? As you know you will be escorting Lady Summerbee in to dinner this evening." Jenny and Lord Carstairs shook hands in a hearty manner after which Lord Carstairs turned and bowed formally to Tony who responded with a graceful curtsey. Before they could enter into any conversation the dinner gong sounded and the guests began to assemble into their allotted place in line. Tony took Lord Carstairs arm and they swept majestically out of the drawing room towards the great dining room along the high ornate corridor. "I do hope Lord Carstairs that your office difficulties are not too irksome," said Tony softly. "Computers dear lady," said Lord Carstairs loftily, "they can be the very devil." "Perhaps I may be of help," said Tony. "In another life I have worked with them extensively and understand their little eccentricities." "Most grateful madam," intoned Lord Carstairs, "perhaps tomorrow?" "I am at your Lordships service," replied Tony demurely. The dining room was lit with low overhead lighting and more than a dozen candles in tall brass candle holders. Lord Carstairs sat at the head of the table with Tony on his right. Tony's other companion was Lord Ponsonby played by a fair haired woman whose long hair had been jammed into a tight bun at the back of her head. In civilian life she was a plastic surgeon. She and Tony soon fell into easy conversation. "Lady Summerbee you are taking so well to this role that I thought you might be interested in a more permanent form of breast enhancement. I can offer you a very good deal," she said as they began their soup. "That is very kind Lord Ponsonby I will certainly keep it in mind. I am sure that I would find the experience very uplifting," replied Tony with a smile. The food was wonderful and the wine of the highest quality. Tony could see down the table that Jenny and Rachel were having what appeared to be a very serious conversation. The soup was followed by sole which was of course cooked to perfection. Up until now Tony and Lord Carstairs had only engaged in small talk but this changed when the main course of roast pheasant was served. "Well Lady Summerbee how are you enjoying the life of an Edwardian lady; not finding it too restricting I trust?" "On the contrary Lord Carstairs I am finding it exceedingly engaging," replied Tony. "Indeed? I am agreeably surprised; I thought that you might be finding the dresses a little hard to manage and tolerate," said Lord Carstairs in a slightly mocking tone. "Goodness no," replied Tony with a sweet smile. "The dresses and petticoats are one of the highlights of the visit. They make me feel so feminine, which I imagine is the point of wearing them." "You like to feel feminine?" asked Lord Carstairs in surprise. "Well of course," replied Tony. He went on, "When I discovered that I was to be portraying a fashionable Edwardian lady I quickly realized what a wonderful gift this was; an opportunity to see the world from a completely different perspective. I really must thank you because this weekend has been an amazing experience for Jenny and me. She just loves me in dresses and I love to indulge her." "Would you like to be a woman?" asked Lord Carstairs. "I am not sure that I am strong enough to actually be a woman," replied Tony seriously. Seeing Lord Carstairs raise his eyebrows he went on, "Come Lord Carstairs you of all people know how life is stacked against women. Jenny is in a job she hates because there is little prospect of going higher in a male dominated business. You were a successful Olympian but you never attracted the sponsorship money that your male colleagues enjoyed. Women always have to struggle and I am not sure that I am strong enough to do that." "Again you surprise me," said Lord Carstairs. "If only more men had a similar attitude." "Most men do not wear beautiful dresses," replied Tony drily. "The world would be a better place if they did," snapped Lord Carstairs. "Lord Carstairs I completely agree with you. Imagine a school of boys and girls together where half the class would wear skirts for 2 weeks and then they would change and the other half would be skirted. I am sure there would be more harmony in society if we could break down the gender barrier." Lord Carstairs just smiled and shook his head. He said, "Lady Caroline I am beginning to enjoy this weekend very much and will only do so more as I get to know you better." Following dessert of Chocolate souffl? Rachel rose and announced that it was time for the ladies to adjourn to the drawing room and leave the gentlemen to their port and cigars. Tony as the highest ranking lady followed Rachel into the drawing room where coffee was waiting on one of the sideboards. The ladies gathered into small groups and Tony wandered slowly around the room with his cup. He stopped before a beautiful Steinway piano and looked admiringly at it. "Do you play?" asked Rachel who had come up behind him. "A little," said Tony, "but I am hopelessly out of practice." He sat for a moment looking down at the keys and then slowly began to play Beethoven's Fur Elise. He began very softly and gradually began to increase the volume, becoming completely lost in the magic of the piece. When he stopped he became conscious of a silence in the room and looking round he saw that all the ladies present had stopped what they were doing and moved closer to the piano. Suddenly they burst into a spontaneous applause which took Tony completely by surprise. Staying with Beethoven he played a delicate interpretation of Moonlight Sonata which brought a similar response from his audience. When the gentlemen joined them 30 minutes later they found their partners in a slightly dreamy state. They stood around and talked for a while and then they began to drift off to bed. Tony and Jenny paused for a moment outside Tony's door; he kissed her before opening the door and then closing and locking it. He leaned against the door with a smile on his face and counted. He only got to three before the communicating door burst open and Jenny flung herself into his arms. They staggered towards the bed where they made passionate love for a long time. After it was over Jenny undressed Tony and they fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning Tony awoke early and very carefully got out of bed without waking Jenny. He dressed quickly in a long tweed skirt, white blouse and a pair of low heeled boots. He then took the only piece of luggage they had brought which was a case containing Tony's paints and a collapsible easel. He left the castle by one of the side doors and headed out across the park towards the lake, which he had glimpsed the day before. Fortunately the case was equipped with large wheels and the paths were well constructed so he had no difficulty in covering the mile to the lake. The lake was one of the features of Carstairs; fully 2 miles around and lined on one side by willows which swept down to the shore. After looking carefully around Tony selected a spot that took advantage of the light and set up his easel. As it was early there was still a mist rising from the lake. The willow trees hung above the mist and created a scene of utter tranquility. Knowing he did not have long Tony worked quickly to capture the scene. As he looked into the mist he was startled to see it suddenly parted in the middle by a boat which was moving powerfully through the water. He quickly recognized that it was being propelled by a familiar figure. It was not the Lord Carstairs he was used to but Bev Standling, the Olympian, dressed in rowing gear. For a moment he was irritated by this intrusion on the peaceful scene he was portraying but then a different thought came to him and he began to add the boat and its pilot to the picture, in fact making it the center piece. Satisfied that he had the images firmly in his mind Tony began to slow his painting and concentrate on filling in the details of light, shadow and colour. He completely lost track of time and was startled when he heard a voice say, "Oh there you are, we wondered what had become of you." Tony turned and saw Jenny and Rachel standing behind him. Jenny started to say, "When I saw that your painting case was gone I," before a gasp escaped from her lips. "Oh My God that painting is just incredible." Jenny and Rachel continued to stare at the canvas. It was an unusual contrast; Tony had indeed captured the tranquility of the lake and its surrounds but he had also managed to convey a sense of power and vitality in the passage of the boat and above all the rower. Bev Standling was revealed as a figure of tremendous strength and purpose. Rachel's response was just as enthusiastic. "Tony, I mean Lady Caroline; would it be at all possible for us to buy this picture from you? Please just name your price." "No certainly not," replied Tony firmly. "The picture is not for sale. However I would be delighted to present it to you with my compliments." "But I must buy it from you," persisted Rachel. "Lady Carstairs, I would not accept a fee if you paid me," replied Tony with a smile. He stood and executing a perfect curtsey he took the canvas and presented it to his hostess. Rachel could only stammer her thanks as Tony packed up his paints and they began the walk back to the castle. Tony was surprised to learn that it was almost lunch time so he hurried upstairs and with Daisy's assistance was soon back in a corset, petticoats and a long dress. Over lunch Bev, who had resumed her Lord Carstairs guise, proposed that the gentlemen spend the afternoon shooting in a field on the estate. It was not game they were to target but clay pigeons fired out of a specialized thrower. Some of the ladies wished to accompany them and take part, while others elected to relax in the grounds. Rachel asked Tony if he would like to accompany her on a tour of the estate by horseback. Tony was pleased to accept. "You will have to ride side saddle," said with a smile, "But do not worry, it is quite easy and we will select a very docile horse. Daisy will help you get ready." This consisted of a long tweed skirt, blouse and a short fitted jacket. Once at the stables a young woman who worked as a groom saddled up the horse Tony was to ride and helped him mount. Tony was a little nervous but with Rachel's encouragement he soon got used to the horses movement and started to enjoy himself. The estate was magnificent. Part was laid out in garden which had been designed by Capability Brown 250 years earlier. There was also an extensive wooded area and further on fields which were worked by tenant farmers. As they passed through the wooded area they came upon a clearing which contained a large grey stone building. "This used to be a priory," explained Rachel. "It was the home of monks for over 500 years but it has been unused now since before I was born. Luckily it was so well built that it is still in very good repair. It seems a shame that we cannot put it to use but costs are prohibitive." She then went on to reveal some of her concerns for the future. "I am not sure how much longer we can hold onto Carstairs," she said. "It would break my heart to have to sell but really we are losing money at an increasing rate. Last year alone saw a shortfall over a million pound and we are at our wits end as to how to make it work." Tony made sympathetic noises but as they rode on the beginnings of an idea began to stir in his mind. When at last they returned they found that it was time to change for tea. Tony was once again helped by Daisy into another beautiful tea gown after which he joined the others on the sunlit terrace. The gentlemen were full of their exploits at the shooting range and it was a few minutes before Tony was able to attract the attention of Lord Carstairs. "Would now be a good time to look into your little office problem?" he asked. Lord Carstairs looked relieved. "If it would not be too much trouble I would really be most grateful," he said. Lord Carstairs led Tony around the terrace to the back of the building. "Our estate office which controls all the activities in Carstairs takes place in here," he said opening the door to a large room which overlooked the stables. There was an outer office, Lord Carstairs private office and a meeting room. They stopped at a long desk that had a desk top computer and various storage trays, while against one wall was a bank of filing cabinets. "So what exactly has been the problem?" asked Tony. "We seem to have lost some data and some email messages are not getting through. Susan, my personal assistant has been trying to correct the situation over last week but if anything the problem is getting worse," said Lord Carstairs running a hand through his short spiky hair. Tony sat down at the terminal and fired up the computer. He spent several minutes examining several programmes and then he turned to Lord Carstairs and said, "You have a virus which is contaminating your system." "Can you fix it?" asked Lord Carstairs anxiously. "Shouldn't be too difficult," replied Tony. "It will take a few minutes and then I will upgrade your protection and you should be good to go." "This is wonderful, you found the problem so quickly," said Lord Carstairs. "I am afraid that I'm not comfortable with technology; I like to have my data on a piece of paper." "It's difficult to run an estate and business of this size the old fashion way," said Tony. "Perhaps that is why we are not doing so well over the last 3-4 years. I know it really worries Rachel and sometimes I despair about how to keep hold of Carstairs." "What are your biggest problems?" asked Tony. "The usual," replied Lord Carstairs, "Not enough money coming in and too much going out. Also there is the difficulty of getting staff; we are losing our Estate manager next week and have not yet found a replacement." "This may seem like a silly question but how was the estate profitable 100 years ago?" asked Tony. "Well taxes were lower and of course wages were very low. If we had a similar wage structure to 100 years ago and could save some tax I am sure that Carstairs would thrive. Short of someone inventing a time machine I don't know how we can go back to those days," said Lord Carstairs gloomily. "I wonder, I wonder," muttered Tony. "Oh it's nothing, just the glimmerings of an idea. I don't want to say any more until I have had chance to think it through," said Tony. They rejoined the others and Lord Carstairs explained to Rachel how quickly Tony had solved their problem. "It was nothing," said Tony modestly, is there anything else I can do?" "Perhaps a little Chopin," said Rachel hopefully. So Tony sat at the piano and played until it was time for everyone to begin dressing for dinner. This time Tony dressed in a cobalt blue gown, low cut at the front with a short train the just swept along the floor. Instead of the usual dinner there was a gala ball which was to be the highlight of the weekend. The guests all assembled in the Grand Ball room where a string quartet had been hired to play. Cocktails were served and everyone stood around talking in a comfortable manner. Tony found himself talking to the Hon Charles Frankton, who in real life was Marla Jay, a successful lawyer. Marla was flattered that Tony showed so much interest in her work and on different points of law. Word had got around about Tony's painting and he found himself a popular companion. The quartet began to play a waltz and Tony felt a light touch on his arm; it was Lord Carstairs. "Lady Summerbee would you do me the honour of the first dance?" he asked. "My Lord I would be enchanted," replied Tony. Tony was not short, he stood just under 6 foot in his heels but Lord Carstairs was at least 3 inches taller, 40 lb. heavier and also stronger. Tony felt this strength as they danced. While he was not intimidated he felt a certain awe towards his dance partner. Lord Carstairs was a forceful dancer in the male lead and Tony who had to cope with unfamiliar heels and dress was happy to be lead. "Lady Caroline," said Lord Carstairs, "I must compliment you on being such a wonderful guest. Everyone I have spoken to holds you in the highest esteem." "Thank you My Lord," replied Tony, "I have tried to conduct myself like a lady." "And you have succeeded brilliantly," said Lord Carstairs graciously. Tony found many suitors when it came to dance partners and it was a while before he was able to team up with Jenny. "Enjoying yourself darling?" she asked with a smile as she guided him around the dance floor. "It has been an absolutely wonderful weekend," replied Tony. "Well there is lots of time for it to get even better," replied Jenny with an enigmatic smile. Supper was a sumptuous buffet out on the terrace and after he was finished eating Tony looked around for Jenny, but did not see her. Thinking that she had gone up to her room he started up the staircase towards the bedrooms. He was suddenly conscious of 2 people either side of him and he felt his arms held lightly but firmly by Lord and Lady Carstairs. "Do come with us Lady Caroline, there is a room at the end of the corridor that we would love to show you," whispered Lady Carstairs. As they neared the end of the corridor Lord Carstairs slipped a black silk mask over Tony's face which completely blinded him. The door was opened from within and as Tony was lead forwards he found himself in the embrace of Jenny. "I told you it would get better darling," she said as she took his hands and pushed them behind him. "Keep still darling," she said and then to Rachel, "Bind her hands. Don't struggle darling, it's all right, Lord and Lady Carstairs are about to pay you a great compliment." "You have impressed us so much Lady Caroline that we want to make you one of us," said Lord Carstairs. "Lord and Lady Carstairs have never been with a man before so they are a little nervous. They would be more comfortable if you were quite helpless, hence the need to bind you." She checked the bonds and said "Yes they are quite secure. As you know darling I am always excited when you are helpless. Now we are bestowing on you the honour of taking part in a girls only night with you as the guest of honour." Jenny maneuvered Tony carefully across the room until she told him to stop and kneel. She then gently pushed him down onto a pile of pillows and cushions spread across the floor and rolled him onto his back. Keeping one hand on his chest to prevent him rising she removed the blindfold. Tony gasped as he saw that Jenny was wearing a long lacy nightgown. The Lord and Lady Carstairs who had brought him were now replaced by Bev and Jenny also dressed in long nightgowns. Jenny reached down to the hem of Tony's dress and said "Let's see what you are hiding under these pretty petticoats shall we?" She slowly ran her hand up this leg until she found his very hard erection. "You naughty girl, how do you explain this? Young ladies should not have these features; I will have to deal with you severely." Lifting his dress and petticoats Jenny straddled her captive and slowly lowered herself onto his shaft. At the same time Bev sat astride of his face and lowered her wet pussy onto his lips. She let her nightgown fall over his face. Rachel then lifted her nightgown and stood facing Bev. "Now let the performance begin," said Rachel. Jenny began to thrust up and down as Tony licked Bev's pussy and she did the same to Rachel. Tony was actually very skilled with his tongue and quickly had Bev writhing with pleasure. Her excitement was picked up by Rachel who began to whimper with ecstasy. It was not long before the three women climaxed noisily. They were about to rise when Jenny said, "Caroline you naughty, naughty girl, you are still hard, oh we are going to have to punish you. Rachel you change places with Bev and the three of us will teach this young lady a lesson she will not forget." As Tony became more aroused he strained unsuccessfully against his bonds and bucked furiously. This only heightened the pleasure of his captors. Finally he erupted into a tremendous orgasm at the same time as the three women came again. They collapsed on top of Tony and no one moved for several minutes. Finally the three women arose and helped Tony shakily regain his feet and Jenny untied his hands. "Welcome to our world Lady Summerbee, you are now truly one of our circle," said Rachel. "I wish we could keep you as Lady Summerbee," said Bev wistfully, "You are wasted as just a man." "Perhaps there is a way," said Tony once he had regained his breath. "Tell us," demanded Jenny, Bev and Rachel together. "Tomorrow afternoon after all the guests leave," said Tony. "We will meet in the conference room at 3pm. I shall need the private use of the office during the morning because what I have in mind will take some time. Now we all need to get some sleep, I don't think I could stand anymore excitement tonight." The next morning with Daisy's help Tony wore a white silk dress with a delicate floral pattern to breakfast. He gave his apologies to the rest of the guests that he could not spend the morning with them because of a promise he had made to his host and hostess. For the next 4 hours he spent working intensively in the estate office on the computer. Finally when he was satisfied he called Daisy and gave her some instructions. If she was surprised she did not show it and hurried off to comply with his request. The last of the guests left after lunch and Jenny, Bev and Rachel were able to divest themselves of their Edwardian costumes; Rachel being particularly relieved to be free of her corset. After an enjoyable walk in the park the assembled in the meeting room for Tony's presentation. The door opened and Daisy came in bringing refreshments. "Lady Caroline will be along directly," she said and then withdrew. The three women looked at each other inquiringly as they heard the sharp click of heels coming down the corridor outside. The door opened and in walked Tony. He was dressed like a smart office assistant in a black pencil skirt, dark stockings, cream silk blouse and 3 inch black pumps. "Why are you dressed like this?" asked Rachel in surprise. "Because this is how I will be dressed if you accept my proposal," replied Tony. "I'll begin my presentation and make everything clear. Thank you for coming, my name is Caroline Summerbee and I am going to put forward some ideas that I hope you will find interesting and useful." He drew their attention to the screen on the wall and pressed a button on the Power Point projector. An overhead image of Carstairs appeared on the screen. "The aim," he began, "is for you to be able to keep Carstairs. Currently you are losing money at the rate of1- 2 million pound a year. To correct this problem you need to create more income and reduce expenses." He nodded at Bev and said, "With all due respect to your business skills I believe that the answer to your troubles lies with solutions that are to say the least unconventional. I am sure that you have explored all the conventional options. However I am going to suggest to you 2 new income sources both of which will be multi-faceted. I will then show how you can reduce expenses by drastically cutting money spent on salaries. In my solution people will actually pay you for the privilege of working for you." Bev gasped. "How is that possible?" she said. "It is quite simple," said Tony, "But first let me outline solution number one." He showed a picture of the Old Priory, which was a large building with 2 towers on the east and west corners. "I am proposing that we turn the Old Priory into a girl's school. Private fees for a boarder are about 35,000 pound a year at some of the leading private schools for girls but I think that we can easily demand 50,000 for our school." "But how can we possibly compete with established schools such as Rodean which charge much less?" asked Bev incredulously. "Patience, I will explain," said Tony with a smile. "You all went to private girl's schools and so you are familiar with the house system, where a student is allotted to a house on entry, like Hogwarts in the Harry Potter movies. This west tower shall be called Standling House and it will be the home of girls who have a strong desire to become tomorrow's leaders; top lawyers, doctors, business and political leaders and the like will be groomed here by our specialized education programme. Now why do you think that there are not more women at the top of our society?" "Obstruction from men," snapped Bev. "Women are expected to produce a maintain a family, run the home and usually her career plays second fiddle to her husbands. They become exhausted and burnt out," said Jenny. "They are judged by their looks," said Rachel. "You are all right," said Tony. "What these women really need is a wife; someone who can take care of the children, cook the meals, keep the house immaculate and when our business leader gets home she is greeted by a smiling bubbly wife in a pretty dress who makes a fuss of her. For that we go to the east tower which will be called Jasmine House. The students in Jasmine House will be boys who have been thoroughly feminized and trained to be the perfect housewife. There are thousands of mothers around the world who would pay a small fortune to either have a daughter or tame a troublesome son. We could easily charge 60,000 pound a year for Jasmine House. We would be supplying not only the female leaders of tomorrow but also providing them with a choice of the perfect housewife." "My God," said Bev. "What a wonderful idea!" Tony continued, "The students from both Houses would take classes together in the morning, English, mathematics, languages, history, geography, art, but in the afternoon they would separate. Standling House students would take science, economics, political science and philosophy whereas Jasmine students would learn typing and secretarial skills, sewing, cooking, fashion and home economics. Jasmine students would be versatile, either house wives or secretaries to their bread winning spouses, whichever the business woman desired. Standling House would produce women who lead society and Jasmine House would produce perfect ladies to support their spouses. For recreation Standling girls could choose from rugby, football, tennis, athletics, martial arts and of course rowing." This last statement brought a cheer from Bev. She asked, "What sports would Jasmine girls do?" Tony replied, "Ballet of course would be compulsory and this could lead into other types of dance. Apart from that Jasmine students could choose from all current sports which require skirts or dresses for women today; tennis, hockey and netball. No Jasmine student would ever be allowed to wear shorts or trousers. "Now uniforms," said Tony showing a picture of 2 school girls, one of whom was wearing a stylish kilt and the other trousers. Both were wearing blazers. "Standling students could choose between wearing trousers or a skirt." The next slide showed a very feminine boy wearing a red dress with white polka dots; it came to mid-calf and had a very full skirt. If his name was not on the picture anyone would have assumed he was a girl. "Jasmine students would wear pretty dresses like this one here, but this is just an example; we would get Lady Belmont to design the ideal dress. We are after a dress that is very feminine and constantly reminds the wearer of their new status. The skirt would need to be full because it would always be worn with a rustly petticoat. Frilly petticoats will make our Jasmine girls so delightfully swishy and docile. In the evenings Standling girls could change into jeans if they wished for dinner but Jasmine girls would always wear long formal dresses to dinner. On weekends they would wear pr