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THE CONFIRMED BACHELOR
James Gibson was generally thought to be a most unlikely choice of
marriage partner for Mary Soames. She was always the strong, outgoing
sporty type, he was short, weedy and shy. He was also thought to be, in
the words of the old expression when being gay was illegal, 'a confirmed
bachelor'. Her friends forgot that she would find being the number one in
a relationship extremely attractive. She didn't want a man who thought
his word would be law, she wanted to be able to lead her husband into
whatever she decided. James fitted that bill.
They married at the tender age of twenty one, I say tender because for all
her decisiveness, Mary had been brought up in a strict household with
little in the way of outside influences. This was because the other
reason that the pairing of these two was a surprise. James had little in
the way of family money, Mary's parents were rolling in it. She was kept
away from the world at large, in case someone tried to take advantage,
where really the reverse was happening. She wasn't worldly-wise. Her
parents would surely have objected to the marriage if she hadn't reached
her age of majority, as it was they decided not to rock the boat so long
as he signed a pre-nuptial agreement, which he did willingly.
A year later and Mary was already bored with her husband.
It wasn't that he was bad, quite the reverse, he was forever tidying the
house, cooking meals, cleaning or doing the laundry. It was because he
had been made redundant from his job and he liked to keep busy. Money
wasn't a problem so he lacked the incentive to find another job. Mary
tried to ignore what he was doing, preferring to get out and about with
her various charity committees and other good works. Eventually, she lost
her temper.
"If you're going to work as a maid in this house, I'm going to dress you
appropriately," she threatened.
It was only then that he started his job search seriously. The trouble
was, it was too little too late. Mary had been told about a salon that
specialised in doing makeovers for transsexuals. Ten days after her first
of several threats, she took him there.
A little earlier than the appointed time some six hours later, she
returned to the salon and took a seat until he was ready. A very sexy
young woman dressed in a revealing maid's uniform served her with a cup of
coffee while she waited, then stood beside her while she drank it.
When the woman owner of the salon came out she greeted Mary with a broad
smile.
"Are you satisfied with the results?" she asked.
"No doubt I will be once he's done," Mary replied, a little puzzled.
"You don't think your maid here is ready?" the smiling owner asked her.
Mary suddenly looked up at the maid that had brought her coffee and was
shocked to finally make out that it was her husband. No one would have
recognised him, up to and including his own mother.
His face was well, she realised, actually pretty. His hair was down to
the middle of his back and held in place by a band that incorporated a
fringe of white lace. His eyebrows were barely discernable narrow black
lines, so high they gave him a surprised but innocent expression. His
eyelashes were so long you could imagine them causing a draft as he
blinked and several shades of violet shadow decorated his eyelids. All
these things proclaiming naivety were contradicted by his lush, full lips
with a red colour so shiny they looked wet enough to drip. These were
matched in colour by his nails, each of which extended beyond his
fingertips by nearly an inch.
A generous bust was evidenced, peaking out from over a low top to the pale
lilac uniform and emphasised by his narrow waist, not for one minute
recognisable as being silicon. Then long shapely legs clad in sheer white
seemed stockings went on forever from below the very short skirt down to
what must have been five inch heeled shoes with straps secured round his
ankles.
He did a low curtsey and introduced himself in the way he had been told.
"Good afternoon Madam, my name is Juliet, may I be of service?"
Mary noticed that his lips smiled but his eyes certainly didn't. Given
the slightest excuse she was sure that he would have start crying.
"Why it's wonderful to meet you Juliet," she told him, "I'm sure you'll be
of lots of service to me."
While Juliet and one of the salon staff loaded the car up with his various
uniforms, underwear and accessories, Mary settled the bill, which although
it was astronomical, she felt was worth every penny. The salon owner told
her that his make up was semi-permanent, that he had been taught how to
keep it immaculate each day, but if he did nothing to it, it would remain
for around a month. She was also given a small bag with labelled keys
which she was told unlocked his chastity cage and shoes and told that if
she had the slightest problem with her new maid, she should return him for
retraining. Rather ominously she was assured that it was very rare for a
maid to misbehave so badly that they were sent for retraining.
Mary wondered what they did that made their victims so dread being
returned.
"What do you think of your new look Juliet?" she asked him once they were
travelling back in the car.
"Please Madam, permission to speak frankly?" he asked.
"Just this once Juliet." She was curious as to what had happened.
"Please Madam, would you please consider allowing me to look for a proper
job for myself?"
"But Juliet, you have a proper job, don't you think that being my maid is
worthy of you?"
"Yes Madam, but you know what I mean."
"I really don't see the problem. All you've been doing is exactly the
sort of things you'll be doing in future, the only differences will be
that you'll have a lovely uniform and the work will now carry with it a
certain amount of discipline."
"Please Madam?" He was close to begging.
"Not another word on the subject Juliet, do you understand?"
"Yes Madam."
"There is another thing that I'm making clear now, so there can be no
misunderstandings. It's correct to call me Madam, but if you refer to me
to someone else, you will call me Ms Soames, my maiden name, then there
can't be a problem confusing our surnames. I'm not married to my maid, is
that clear?"
"Yes Madam." he replied with a very deflated tone to his voice.
Their new relationship was made clear to him when they got home. He was
told to put his new clothes in the smallest spare bedroom.
"The only reasons you will have to enter my bedroom will be to make the
bed, clean or when you bring me breakfast along with any other things that
I will directly tell you. You will not enter otherwise without my
permission." She was serious, he could see by her expression. "Now hurry
and get your things in your room, you can hang them up later but for now
you can get started on my evening meal."
He did as he was told, afraid of punishment if he didn't comply and was
sent back. While he was at the salon, another man, dressed as a maid, was
whipped and he could still hear the man's screams in his head now. At
least, painful as the corset and shoes were when he first was put in them,
they were already becoming less noticeable. The evening meal brought
their new situation home to him, as he had to stand at his wife's side as
she ate, topping up her wine or water as required.
"I've noticed in the past that household staff curtsey to their betters to
show their respect. I feel that it would be good for you to do that to me
or any guests that I may have. In future Juliet, you will curtsey when
you enter or leave a room and to acknowledge any orders that you may be
given, just to signify that you've heard and understand your
instructions."
She was delighted that he didn't reply, he just curtseyed to her. She
finished her meal with a big smile on her face. This was going to be more
fun than she'd ever dreamed of.
For the next few weeks she wasted no opportunity to humiliate him, all the
time wanting to see how far she could push him. She had him sign a deed
poll form to change his name officially to Juliet and she had him bathe
her, dress and undress her while not letting him out of his chastity. She
thought he would be bound to rebel when she had him start giving her oral
sex each night, sending him off to his own bed, obviously frustrated but
uncomplaining.
He constantly did as he was told and genuinely seemed to put her comfort
above his own. She tried as hard as she could but couldn't fault him.
She even invited her friends round for dinner one night and extraordinary
as it seemed, none of them recognised him, even when she gave them hints.
At no time in this period did he complain or try to get back to wearing
his own clothes.
"Tell me frankly Juliet," she asked him over breakfast in bed one morning,
"what makes you so obedient?"
"Madam, I was shown what would happen to me if you sent me back to the
salon with a complaint about my behaviour. I don't think I would be able
to stand the pain, so I have no choice but to be your slave."
"Juliet, you're not a slave, you're just my maid."
"May I explain Madam?"
She told him to go ahead, noticing that he still curtseyed after each time
he spoke.
"Madam, a maid has regular working hours, is paid and has time off. She
can choose to work for an employer or not and she has clothes of her
choice in which to spend that time off. A slave is someone who is always
at the beck and call of their master or mistress, isn't paid, is
constantly in fear and has no free will. Which category do you think I
fall into?"
Mary was shocked that she hadn't considered his situation before this, she
knew she wasn't a bad person and if she'd heard of someone else treating a
member of their staff, let alone their husband, like that she would have
been horrified.
"Suppose I gave you regular hours, what would you do on your time off?"
"I don't know Madam, I would have liked to wear my men's clothes, but
you've got rid of them all and in any case my make up won't wash off."
"Don't you like your dresses? Suppose we bought you some pretty ones for
you to wear casually?"
"I'm sorry Madam, I cannot answer that without mentioning things that it
is strictly forbidden for me to talk about."
Knowing that he was going to bring up the fact that they were married, she
cut off discussion but did tell him she would consider what he had said.
The trouble was that she was enjoying having him as her maid enormously,
even if it did make him more of a slave than a maid. What she needed to
do, she suddenly thought, was to make his marital status clear, regardless
of what it said on a piece of paper.
For several weeks she had seen quite a lot of her husband's best friend,
Bill Tusk, that she had known almost as long as James, or Juliet. He had
been James's best man at their wedding and she knew that in the past they
had done a lot together, but that hadn't prevented him from making
suggestions about James when she had confided that all was not right with
their marriage. It was him that had found out about the salon and
suggested she try it on him. She knew this wasn't a friendly act, but she
was also aware that Bill fancied her, so assumed that the reason was to
get James out of the way.
In spite of Bill's advances she hadn't done anything to break her vows
with him. Not that she didn't lust after him a bit, but she'd been used
to thinking in terms of only being intimate with a man she wanted to spend
her life with. It was the way she'd been brought up, not to consider a so
called one night stand, or even several nights with anyone.
Of course she could just divorce Juliet, the trouble with that was she
couldn't think of grounds, after all it was her that had pushed him into
wearing a maid's uniform. She didn't believe that he would divorce her,
but he had to be shown that he no longer had a claim to her body as her
husband. Then perhaps he would settle down and be content with his lot.
That being decided, she angled her way into an invitation from Bill to a
stage show on the Friday night. She warned Juliet that she would want a
late supper with a guest after they got back from the show and to prepare
a spare bedroom for them to stay. At that stage she didn't want any prior
discussion about marriage vows, preferring to make it seem spontaneous if
she did go to bed with him.
On the appointed afternoon, she had Juliet bathe and dress her making sure
to wear her sexiest lingerie and actually choosing the basque and panty
set that she'd worn on their wedding night. By the time she was ready,
she looked good enough to eat and knew it from the forlorn look on
Juliet's face. That look turned to horror when he saw that it was Bill
calling to pick her up to drive to the theatre. His only consolation was
that Bill didn't appear to recognise him.
During the course of the evening Bill and Mary discussed how they were
going to act in front of Juliet. Mary told him her plan to show Juliet
that he didn't have first claim on her any more. She was so concerned to
get the later meeting right, she could hardly pay any attention to the
show, but she did find that Bill's strong arm round her an unexpected turn
on.
Upon arriving home, Juliet took their overcoats, with a curtsey as usual,
then poured them both Champagne to go with the canap?s while he did the
final work on the meal as per Mary's previous instructions. She wasn't
that used to drinking and was already a little tipsy from drinks at the
theatre, so by the time they'd finished the bottle of Champagne and the
meal was served, she was feeling no pain. She found it quite funny that
Bill was treating Juliet like a sexy woman, making lewd comments and
running his hands up his legs and giving his bottom a playful slap from
time to time. It was even funnier to see Juliet's reactions, Mary was
getting the giggles as she watched her husband trying to fend off her
guest.
She thought afterwards that if she hadn't had even more wine with the
meal, she probably would have stopped what was happening, but at the time
it just seemed insanely funny. When the dessert was served, Bill grabbed
the maid and pushed him under the table.
"While we're having our dessert, I think you should have some, it's only
fair and I'm sure you know what to do."
She did register Juliet begging her to stop what was going on, but she
just told him to 'suck it up'. That caused both the diners to crease up
with laughter.
In a few minutes Juliet emerged from under the table. His hair was
dishevelled and he had some of Bill's semen running down his chin, tears
were falling from his eyes.
"Is he any good?" Mary asked her maid, but didn't wait for an answer.
She grabbed Bill's hand and led him upstairs to her bedroom, calling for
Juliet to bring a bottle of brandy and two glasses. By the time he had
got them together, his wife and his best friend were already in the throws
of passion. He placed them beside her bed and withdrew to start clearing
up the remains of the meal.
Bill ended up staying the whole weekend, only leaving very early Monday
morning to go home to change for work. When Juliet delivered Mary's
breakfast in bed later that morning he didn't say anything, as usual, but
he did stare at his wife. It took a while for her to notice, after all,
who notices a maid?
"What's the matter Juliet?" she asked. "Were you jealous?"
He simply curtseyed and went to run the bath that she habitually took
after she'd eaten.
"Don't ignore me," she shouted.
"I'm sorry Madam, no I wasn't jealous."
"Yes you were, I can tell. You wanted that tool of Bill's inside you,
didn't you?"
"No Madam."
"Why not? You can tell me."
"I am a married man Madam."
"You're a maid! That's all you are, Juliet the maid! Nothing more!" She
had actually become quite rattled by his demeanour and was now wondering
if she'd done the right thing. Then she remembered, Bill had thought
exactly the same, he'd told her she was doing what was needed, that was
all. It didn't occur to her then that he may have had a rather basic
desire that overrode normal judgement.
"Go away, I'll dress myself this morning and I won't be in for lunch, I've
got a committee meeting that will run on." She didn't know why she felt it
necessary to explain herself, she didn't usually although she did have a
desk diary that had all her appointments in it, just in case of a real
emergency.
As she suspected, the meeting went on and on, they sent out for sandwiches
to avoid a late finish. They were just winding up when a man and a woman
came into the room, introducing themselves as police and asking for her.
"I would like to question you madam," the woman told her, "concerning
allegations of causing actual bodily harm, false imprisonment and slavery,
would you come with us to the police station please?"
Her reaction was to turn red and claim it was all a misunderstanding, but
the term 'slavery' made her immediately realise that there was no mistake.
Once she was there she was allowed to phone her family solicitor who told
her to say nothing until he got there. That was when the two of them were
given copies of Juliet's statement of everything that had happened, which
proved excruciatingly embarrassing for her. It even included her
husband's description of what she knew was the method used to coerce him
into obeying her, how he had heard the other man being whipped. When her
solicitor asked her if it was all true, she had to admit that it was.
While her solicitor advised her that there were probably other charges
that the police could have brought, for example misrepresentation of his
form for a change of name, they just settled for the three. Then as she
was leaving the police station, a man came up to her with some papers for
her to sign. They were a divorce petition and an interim restraining
order for her to be excluded from contacting her husband or approaching
within one hundred metres. That meant that she couldn't go home.
Her solicitor drove her to her parents' home where he came in with her to
explain the situation.
"Well at least he won't get any money, thanks to that prenuptial I made
him sign." her father told them.
"I'm sorry but that's not true, Mr Soames," the solicitor told him. "I'm
afraid that what your daughter did cancels that agreement. It comes under
spousal abuse, and the terms specifically note that as an exception."
While the civil action was awaiting the outcome of the criminal trial, the
court made an order for a psychological assessment to be carried out on
Juliet as it was clear from police interviews that he was damaged by his
experiences. The outcome of those was to evaluate his future sexuality.
While he had hated his uniforms, he now identified more as a woman than he
had done as a man.
Mary pleaded guilty to the charges brought against her by the Crown
Prosecution Service and received a sentence overall of four years of which
she would probably serve just under two. If it hadn't been for what
appeared to be her genuine contrition it would probably been a lot more.
It was noted that compensation would be decided in the civil court.
With allowance being made for him not claiming the spousal home, worth a
great deal, he was awarded a total of five point seven million pounds plus
Mary was ordered to pay for any treatment he would need, up to and
including gender reassignment surgery. He received another four hundred
thousand from the salon for distress and disfigurement, both these other
parties also had to pay his legal fees.
Juliet was allowed to stay in his wife's home until he had recovered from
treatment he was given. It was eight months later that Mary was advised
that her husband, now 'she' had left and she never heard from her again.
* * * *
"Happy?" Bill Tusk asked his wife.
"Absolutely." Juliet got out of her lounger to have another dip in their
pool. A short while later she splashed his chest with cold water as she
reached for a towel.
"Do you ever miss when we used to have gay sex?" she asked. "I know I had
trouble making love to Mary and it was all such a risk. I really missed
you for that whole year and it was bliss to finally be able to blow you
under that table, I was crying with joy not helped by you groping me."
"I know, don't forget I had to have her as well to make it authentic,
having that salon on the doorstep helped, along with you being a good
actor. It's a good thing we were both bisexual but no, I definitely
prefer you as a woman, and it's what you always wanted."
"I'm so lucky to have such a clever husband, I could never have afforded a
sex change myself and to get all this wealth thrown in as well. I love
you."
"I love you too darling."
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