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I often only have a vague idea of where my stories lead, usually I just come up with a situation and, within the overall concept, I try to follow what would be logical results and reactions of the characters. I've read many stories of boys being subjected to petticoat discipline but I can't remember any that gave any great thought as to what happened afterwards. This is what I've tried to examine with this story. There's almost no humiliation, sex or violence here, just a humble attempt at something I was curious to follow to find out where it would end up. A MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE "I have a somewhat unconventional request of you my dear Cleone," Lady Violet Simms took a delicate sip of her tea, "but I recognise something in your psyche that might make it of interest to you." Cleone Bush had been an informal companion to Her Ladyship for three years now, and was used to her rather eccentric ways. She took a sip herself to allow time for her friend to gather her thoughts, something she was always methodical about when she had something important to say. "You're aware that my son and his wife had a son themselves before we tragically lost them in that accident, my grandson, who quickly became an ill mannered lout, a detail that I'm sure you weren't aware of." In the years they'd known each other, Cleone had never actually laid eyes on her friend's grandson, she'd assumed that he was away at school most of the time. It wasn't something she thought of as odd, Lady Violet was an oddity in herself but told wonderful stories about her life and was also a great listener. She never really understood how they had become so close, in view of the disparity in their ages. Her friend was around eighty, more than three times her own of twenty three, but they had hit it off from the first time they met, Cleo was from a well off family, but not nearly in the same league as Her Ladyship. The house in which they were chatting was itself a huge mansion and the family wealth had no problem running it and many others, world wide. Violet took a breath and continued. "I've been told that I will shortly die." She spoke steadily and held up her hand to stop the inevitable platitude. "Don't be concerned for me, I've had a long full life and I often feel tired now so I feel no worries, convinced as I am that I will be reunited with my dear husband." Cleone hadn't met him, he died some two years before she knew Violet but she'd heard many amusing stories of their lives together. "My grandson is a mere sixteen years of age and he is my concern." She drained her tea and placed the fine china cup back on the coffee table in front of her. "I very much fear for his future behaviour if I don't make suitable arrangements for him. "I like you very much Cleone but more importantly I know that you value your word. If you tell me that you would do something I know that come hell or high water, you will try to carry it out. For that reason I want you to consider the act of marrying the boy. Before you give it further thought I want you to see something." The elderly lady reached across to her right and pulled the cord that summoned her maid, who shortly appeared and curtseyed to her. Mary was about thirty and Cleone had never really noticed her discrete service and thought about it now. She wondered what it would be like to have servants to look after her but cast it to the back of her mind. If she was to get married she really wanted it to be to someone she had feelings for and a male wouldn't fall into that category. While she was contemplating the odd request from Violet, the lady herself had asked the maid to inform Janice that it was time. "Janice Smith is my grandson's governess, she has taken him in hand since he lost his parents and went wild. She provided the answer to the problem that I had and I value her service highly. "Before she arrives I must give you a little of my son's background. You didn't know that he was one of those men who loved the feeling of women's clothes. It wasn't a problem for his wife, she was amused and was happy to play along, including insisting on naming my grandson Evelyn, ostensibly after the author Evelyn Waugh, but knowing that if their son took after his father, he would make use of the ambiguous name." At that point there was a knock on the door and a tall woman of about thirty five or forty, with quite a severe hairstyle and almost theatrical make up, complied with the call to enter and was followed by a young girl carrying a book. Violet offered Ms Smith the third seat round the coffee table but the girl sat on the floor next to it with her legs crossed, opened her book and started reading. Cleo was confused by her, the clothes she was wearing were dated, emphasised by the mop cap she had on her head, and the amount of white lace used on her full red dress which she estimated was Victorian style for a girl, but so short it didn't reach her knees. Her age, judged by her long braids, short frilly socks and red patent Mary Jane shoes she would have put at only seven or eight, but she was tall for that and was also showing signs of well developing breasts. All the seats round the table were wide enough to accommodate two persons, but each only occupied by one adult. In order for the girl to sit, Cleo moved up to make space on hers. "There's no need for that Cleone," Violet told her, "Evelyn isn't allowed on the furniture." Shock doesn't adequately describe Cleo's reaction to those simple words. Not only was this little girl a sixteen year old boy, it was actually being suggested that she marry him. With his legs crossed she automatically looked at his panty covered crotch. There was something there, she decided, but not much. She noticed that the book was on the subject of feminine hygiene, but illustrated and obviously aimed at very young girls. "Janice, would you please be good enough to describe to Miss Bush how you have controlled Evelyn?" "Certainly, my Lady. Evelyn had become rough and unruly after losing his parents, so I was employed to rectify matters. After discussion with a doctor I know, it was agreed that he was fed with a cocktail of medicines, including oestrogen and progesterone, together with testosterone and growth suppressants and a little something to calm him. His manner of dress was changed, he was treated as a girl and expected to behave lady-like, being punished if he didn't. He has been on this regime for nearly seven years now, so of course any puberty he went through was more as a girl than a boy. He still has his male urges but of course there's nothing much he has to offer any prospective wife." "Then why...?" Cleone started to ask. "What I'm asking you Cleone, is not to have to do without a normal sex life, no one would ask you that, what I am suggesting is that you take on the title and assets of my family by marriage, but that you will feel free to satisfy yourself in other ways without the fear of a reproachful spouse. The undertaking I need is that you will guide Evelyn throughout your and his life, not leave him or in any way abandon him." Cleone looked again at the small feminine creature reading his book. Violet was correct in her judgement, if she was to marry him then she would look after him in the way his grandmother wished. Once she gave her word she would stand by it. The only trouble was that she'd never had any intention of ever marrying a man anyway, her fancies didn't lie in that direction. "May I have a short while to consider this Violet?" she asked. "You may my dear, but if you decide to go ahead I would like to witness the ceremony and I fear my doctors have only given me a few weeks, so I would appreciate an early decision." "I do have one question that springs to mind, Violet, and that is to ask if Ms Smith would be prepared to continue as his governess?" Violet looked at her employee. "Yes Madam, I would be happy, for the foreseeable future, provided my terms remain essentially the same," she answered for herself. "Thank you Ms Smith, that would set my mind at rest on that score." Cleo asked for seven days to consider the proposition put to her, but only two days later she came back with her answer. The wedding was a mere five days after that and Cleone became Lady Cleone as a result of her marriage to a hereditary peer. The governess and the maid, Janice and Mary acted as witnesses. No one other than Lady Violet was present and her vicar conducted the service in the Simms' family mansion, not even the cook or the junior maid were there. Three weeks only, to the day, Lady Violet passed away peacefully in her own bed, content that she'd done her duty by her grandson. It was only then that Cleo discovered that the wealth she was de facto inheriting via her new husband, was even greater than she had ever imagined. Meetings with her financial advisors were hurriedly arranged, where she discovered that her husband had become also her ward on the death of his Grandmother. There was no possibility that he was to be allowed to exercise his power as head of the family. The night after Violet died, Evelyn had a conversation with his wife before he was taken to be put to bed by his governess. "Am I right, are we married?" he asked. "Yes, but it's because I promised your grandmother that I would make sure you were looked after for the rest of your life," she replied. "Remember that it's in name only, but I won't desert you." "You mean I won't really be your husband?" "I'm afraid not Eve." "My name's Evelyn, it's a boy's name." "My sweet little innocent, to me you will always be Eve." He sat on the floor in front of Cleo's seat and looked deflated. "I think you're old enough to take a seat when you're with me," she told him. "I thought I was going to see you with nothing on," he mumbled sitting very self consciously on the offered chair. "I've never seen a naked woman, only in pictures." She felt rather sorry for the reaction of the boy, sixteen years old, with almost the body of a fourteen year old girl and the emotional development of an eight year old child. She was glad that she'd decided to look after him, she couldn't imagine what would have happened to him otherwise. She pretended she hadn't heard and left him to his daydreams. A few days later, once she had become settled in her new role of head of this illustrious, small, but very rich family, she got to thinking. One thing that she'd missed out on with her wedding, among other things, was her hen party, something that was far more significant as a person with her tastes in partner. She decided that it would be a good idea to hold one in the house to show Eve that she had an independent life, but thought it too early to have him to see a girlfriend stay with her the night, she would leave that for at least a decent period. The vast house boasted several interesting rooms and areas, including a twenty five metre long indoor swimming pool with a drinks bar alongside. It was here that she invited eight of her female friends. Knowing that Eve had been sent to his room, and as the drinks flowed, they were all happy to skinny dip, afterwards retiring, dressed in beach robes, to the smaller lounge where a buffet meal had been laid out. They were just starting to eat when Janice knocked, then entered with her hand firmly gripping Eve's ear. "I'm sorry my Lady, but Evelyn has something to say to you." She squeezed his ear harder and he quickly stuttered out the words. "I'm sorry Lady Cleone, but I peeped through the door of the pool while you and your friends were in there and I saw you all wearing no clothes." With that Janice pulled an upright chair out a little way into the room, sat on it and with the same fluid movement pulled the helpless boy across her lap. She lifted his wide skirt up over his waist, pulled down his panties a little way and started to smack his rump. It wasn't long before the cheeks at both ends of his body were quite crimson, one set with the assault, the other from shame, and his tears were flowing down them freely. "I'm sorry about that my Lady," Janice apologised for them both as she dragged the crying boy out of the room. The next day Cleo went to the boy's room, where he had been grounded for the day as an additional punishment. She worried about the charge she had taken on, that perhaps she might do unintended psychological damage to him, more that had already been done. It didn't take long before she found that although he was naive in the extreme, under this was an intelligent person. It wasn't possible to know the amount of duress he was under to study, but he was well educated and easy to talk to away from anything remotely to do with gender. She asked him questions about how he viewed his life. "Did you like seeing my friends and me with nothing on Eve?" she asked him. "Yes, I'm sorry now Lady Cleone, but you did look nice." He was looking at his feet as he spoke. "You can just call me Cleo, you know," she told him. "Do you know what men and women do together?" she asked. "Not exactly, I know they kiss each other." "I've never heard you talk about things you do away from the house, you do go out, don't you?" "No. My governess doesn't think I would like it, but I don't know." Cleo was shocked at his answer and the fact that she found that she was feeling a maternal instinct towards him. She wanted to do the best for him. She carried on talking to him, finding he had a surprising knowledge of classical music, which she loved, and also because of the way he had been 'educated' they were able to talk about the same books they read while they were growing up. Soon he was talking about the latest fashions, somewhat ruefully as he wasn't allowed to wear them, but with women's clothes in general he displayed quite an interesting judgement, telling Cleo that she should wear more mauve based colours, they would suit her better. "Eve, would you mind if I asked a doctor I know to have a look at you, they won't hurt you, but I would like you to be able to live a fuller life." Once he had agreed, she had a word with Janice, explaining that she was uncomfortable with the way Evelyn was developing and she wanted him to see a psychologist that she knew. "I think that may open a very large can of worms My Lady, are you sure you want to do that?" was her answer. "Janice, I'm well aware that in the eyes of the law, some of his treatment might be termed abusive, and I've no intention of getting you into trouble. You've done a good job within the remit of your employment. If it looks as if that might happen, I will protect you." Cleo thought about the whole thing for a week or so, eventually contacting Arabelle Smythe-Brown, 'Belle' to her friends, an old friend who had just qualified in psychiatry, to ask her down for the weekend. Their Friday evening was spent catching up on each other's lives but on Saturday morning Belle was introduced to Cleo's new husband for the first time. She had arranged for them to go to his bedroom before he was dressed for the day so they could see the physical state of his body. "Hello Evelyn, my name is Belle, I'm a doctor, do you mind if I examine you?" she asked politely. "No I don't mind Belle." He looked at her and smiled. "When Cleo told me that she would have me see a doctor, I thought it would be an old man, like my regular one. I didn't think it would be someone as nice looking as you." Belle was interested to find how disarmingly candid the boy was. Cleo had described him to her but she found that however she imagined him, he was so much more innocent than she expected, but that was forgotten when she saw the state of his body. Apart from a very small penis, the rest was what would be expected of a young girl. Even his testicles seem to have retracted up into his body. "What they've done to that boy is monstrous," she told Cleo once she had finished a long talk with him and they were alone downstairs. "They really ought to be reported to the authorities." "That would cause all sorts of problems, none of which would help Eve," Cleo told her. "The responsibility was largely his grandmother's and she's dead. You have to understand that she was a woman of great power, capable of destroying anyone, so anything she told others to do they had little choice, they had to do it if they wished to make a living anywhere. Remember, at the time she didn't think she was being cruel, at her age she suddenly had to deal with her son's death and an unruly male grandchild to bring up. She was afraid that he would end up a very nasty character who would take over her wealth and power when she died. I know she was wrong, but I can understand why she did it." "I suppose you're right," Belle conceded, "our first consideration is now to do what's right for Evelyn." Cleo poured them a light white wine as an aperitif before their lunch. "Is there any chance he could get his manhood back, do you think?" she asked. "I'm no specialist, but I've read of cases where this has happened. They're very rare but every time they've had to have a full gender reassignment as the only way they could enjoy a full sex life. The trouble is that it can only happen after a long course of therapy although in Evelyn's case time is on our side." Cleo called Janice in to speak to her. Belle outlined to her what they were planning, if all went well and asked her if she would be happy to continue in her employment if it meant the change of regime outlined. "After more than seven years treating him quite harshly, as were my orders, I would find it difficult to change so radically, however, if that is your wish My Lady, I would of course do my best." "Janice, I know you have only been carrying out his grandmother's orders, no blame is attached to you, but if you feel you cannot carry on under these circumstances I will understand. If you give it a try but find it too difficult, I will provide you with a pension so you do not feel under financial duress," Cleo told her. "I feel a certain amount of continuity would be best for the boy if you can carry on for at least a while," Belle added. It was then agreed that Eve would start to be treated as more grown up and to that effect, armed with the boy's sizes, Cleo and Belle went to the nearest shops to start him with a more modern girl's outfit that would enable him to go shopping with them the next day. The clothes they chose were deliberately somewhat unisex, Belle saying that at this stage she didn't want to push him in any particular direction, but as he now presented, no one would think him a boy. They deliberately let Janice introduce him to his new clothes the next morning, she had been the most important person in his life for almost as long as he could remember and Belle didn't want her to be sidelined. She was told to tell the boy that she had arranged for him to go shopping with Cleo and the doctor, so keeping his governess in the loop of his life. It wasn't any great surprise when Evelyn immediately loved the modern girls' clothes he was shown. Cleo at one stage, guided them to a menswear store and asked him if would like to be dressed like the models there. He was adamant that he wanted nothing to do with those clothes, all the while fashionable women's ones were on offer. By the time they returned home he was wearing a pale green skirt suit with a hemline some four inches above his knees, teamed with a beautiful cream blouse, nude pantyhose and kitten heeled court shoes to match. Once they were on their own again, Belle discussed with Cleo where they should go from that point. "I'm sorry, you know I'm not very experienced in this area," she told her. "I don't feel able to give you definitive advice on something this important, but I know someone who I'm sure would be discrete and has a lot of experience in the field of gender identity problems. If you want I'll have a word with her and see if she would be prepared to come down and give you advise." It was agreed that Belle would write up her observations and, having pointed out that it would be a paid consultation, arranged to meet up with her colleague with a view to making an appointment as soon as possible. Cleo was at this stage getting used to her status and wealth, having no problem arranging for Belle's colleague, Dr Chrystal Enders, to come down to the house the following weekend. All that week Eve enjoyed freedoms he'd never experienced before. Cleo had Janice take him out most days, dressed in age, if not gender appropriate clothes, visiting the zoo, a local beach although it was too cold for bathing, the cinema and an evening at a theatre. She admitted to Cleo when asked, that she'd had more pleasure herself than she'd had for years, steering the youngster through all these new experiences. His excitement and enthusiasm rubbed off on her. An entirely new departure was that Cleo invited Eve to dine with her each evening. By the end of the week Cleo was amazed at the changes in Eve. He became truly joyful with life, but came down to earth the following weekend when Dr Enders arrived in company with Arabelle. It was with nervous excitement that Eve arrived in the lounge to be introduced to Chrystal on the Friday evening. It was Belle who remarked later on the difference in the boy from only a week before when she had first met him. Chrystal was a very sympathetic woman, coaxing Eve to speak his mind without self consciousness very quickly. "Tell me Evelyn, do you ever want to put on a pair of shorts and boots to go climbing tress?" she asked him. "When I was very young I wanted to all the time, but I find that I can entertain myself very well with other activities," he replied. "What other activities do you do?" "I read a lot, books and magazines and I love listening to music, I play the piano fairly well." As they drank their aperitifs they all started to talk about the music they liked, together with other topics, which continued over dinner and Eve was able to join in with a surprising maturity. All of this was to relax him in Chrystal's presence so that by the time she had him in a one to one the next day, he was comfortable enough to talk to her as a friend. The first thing she did was to give Eve some boy's clothes. "Now Evelyn, I want you to try these clothes on and tell me what you think of them." He stripped himself of the blouse and lemon yellow box pleated skirt he was wearing and with only a slight embarrassment they were followed by his undies. As he pulled on the boxer underpants he pulled a face. "I don't remember them being this rough and uncomfortable when I used to wear them," he commented. Once he was fully dressed, including a pair of trainers, he stood and looked at Chrystal. "They're horrible," was his immediate reaction. "Wouldn't you prefer to wear these type of clothes?" she asked. "No, they're nothing like I remember, they're very uncomfortable." He looked plaintively at her. "Cleo's not going to make me wear them, is she?" "No, Cleo just wants to find out what you want to do. No one is going to make you do anything you don't want, so if they make you uncomfortable you can change back," which he did without hesitation. This little experiment was just the start of three sessions she had with Eve and by four on Sunday afternoon she met up with Cleo and Belle. "Regardless that it's unlikely his male organs could be returned to what I think a boy of his age should have, I think it desirable to complete the transition for Eve. I think he could lead a satisfactory sex life as a woman, something he couldn't have as a man. I do think though he is mature enough to have an input in the final decision." For that purpose Cleo asked Janice to fetch the boy straight away. "Evelyn, I have been discussing your future with these two doctors." He thought that he was probably in trouble, as Cleo never usually used his full name. "Is it because I looked at you and the other ladies in the pool?" he asked, worried. "No it's nothing like that, you're not in trouble, we are just trying to work out how you should grow up." Cleo took a breath. "You were born a boy and through no real fault of your own, you've been brought up as a girl. What we all have to decide, most importantly including you, is whether we try to get you to be a boy again or if you should become a girl. Arabelle and Chrystal are both of the opinion that physically you would be better off becoming a proper girl. I can't really have much of an opinion because I'm not an expert, but the most important person to decide is yourself. As I understand it you have to consider how you see yourself and first of all I would like you to spend this week thinking about that before we go any further at all. Imagine that you were a man and try to think what you would be doing, then compare it with what you would be doing if you were a woman. Then you must think which you would prefer to be doing. This isn't the be all and end all though. These days women can go to public bars or night clubs or play sports and men can be hairdressers or make up artists, but it will give you ideas to think about. There is something that you needn't worry about and that's your sexual preference. I have to tell you that I find women sexually attractive and there are many men who find other men attractive, so it is your own body that we have to think about. Lastly, I want to tell you that you don't have to rush a decision. It's going to be the most important thing you will have to decide in your life, so you need to be happy with it. I'm sure you have questions, do you?" "If I became a girl, what would happen to us?" he asked Cleo. "Evelyn, what you decide must be what you want for yourself. Nothing bad would happen to me and it's not something that you need to think about," she replied. "But Cleo, you've been so good to me, I don't want to lose you." She could see that he was nearly in tears and she was so touched by it she nearly became tearful herself. "Evelyn, you don't need to worry about that. I promised your Grandmother that I would stick by you and I'll do that for as long as you want me to whatever you decide." She couldn't help it, the emotional response from the boy caused her to put her arms round him and hug him to her. She was surprised by her own reaction to the boy's expression of gratitude for the very little care she'd shown him. She couldn't help but wonder how someone could grow up with so little love in their life, the way he had. She was horrified to notice that he didn't even know what to do with his hands as she held him, and was equally aghast to realise that her relationship with him, not intentionally, had been more like a business arrangement. The revelation came to her in a rush. This poor child had lost both his parents and as soon as he showed any boyish spirit it had been crushed out of him. His actions had been dictated by women who punished him if he did wrong, more or less ignored him otherwise. He wasn't even allowed on the furniture until his Grandmother had died, many people would have treated a dog better. Why had it taken so long for her to see this? In conjunction with her two advisers, she made two decisions. She decided firstly that although she couldn't blame Janice for doing as she was told, Evelyn was now ready for a complete break with his previous life. She also needed expert advice on hand until the boy had no further need of support. Belle felt that she could be available immediately to live-in and provide day to day guidance but with Chrystal at the other end of the telephone to consult with and if necessary come down from time to time. The interview she didn't want to have was with Janice, to tell her about the changes and that her services were no longer desirable. She sweetened the pill with a substantial lump sum and the promised very generous pension for life. Evelyn's reaction to the news that his almost sole companion for many years was leaving surprised Cleo. There was almost no reaction. When she asked him how he felt about her departure, he simply explained that he was more than happy now that he had permission to join Cleo for meals and that Belle was now going to be his governess. "Belle isn't going to be your governess, Eve," she explained, "you have a very important decision to make and she is really only here to guide you to the best conclusion for you and to be a friend to you at this time when you really need one. You are old enough now not to need a governess." "But aren't you my friend Cleo?" he asked plaintively. "Of course I am Evelyn, but you can have as many friends as you want." "Can I really?" he asked with a mixture of hope and amazement in his voice. Yet again, Cleo was suddenly aware of with the way he'd been treated; the concept of a friend, except in the nebulous ones of his grandmother, was unknown to him. If it wasn't that the boy would suffer himself, she again thought that perhaps she should have gone to the authorities. The trouble was that the only person really to blame was his grandmother, so no good could come of it. This whole situation was going round and round in her mind, making her feel impotent and therefore increasingly angry. * * * * * For Evelyn there followed weeks of running over the dilemma that he had been given by Cleo and her friend. Their first task was to make him understand how important his choice was. He certainly experienced a sexual attraction from time to time but it was completely without him understanding what it was. He eventually asked Cleo if he could discuss the physical aspects of his body with someone as there were things he didn't understand. Cleo discussed the request with Belle and she suggested that it would probably be better if she took Evelyn to meet with Chrystal and a specialist surgeon, Dr Toby Aston, at a private clinic where gender reassignment operations were carried out. The following week all was arranged and Belle drove Evelyn to the clinic, Cleo actually felt a little upset that Eve hadn't wanted her to go with them, but Belle was insistent that it was for the best. They were gone most of the day and Cleo felt herself getting extremely worried about the poor boy, but when it was early evening only Belle returned. She gave several papers for Cleo to sign. "He's decided to have an operation straight away, but as his guardian you have to sign your permission. Normally there's no question that he would have to wait until he's at least eighteen, but all the professionals at the centre who have seen him agree that further delay would only be harmful." "Which way has he decided to go?" Cleo asked as she put her signatures where required. "The reason we said that it would be better if you didn't attend today is that we think Evelyn is in love with you. We deliberately separated you so that he could be encouraged to think of the bigger picture. The trouble is that because of his treatment over the years, as a man he is incapable of having children and the size of his penis, while it could be increased somewhat, will never bring his partner the normal amount of satisfaction. He also hates the idea of wearing men's clothing. As a woman he would have enough sensitive material to give him a satisfactory sex life, the only problem being that he doesn't have any feelings of a sexual nature towards men. You have shown him that same sex feelings are not only possible, you have them yourself, so that is the course he has decided upon." Cleo handed the papers back, all completed. "When can I come to see him?" "He's specifically said that he wants to see you, but only after we can refer to him as her. Once it's all over." "Will you give me a ring to let me know?" There was a tear in her eye. "Give him my love, won't you?" Cleo used some of the time she spent waiting for the call by contacting the lawyers to find out what happens to a hereditary peer of the realm and his wife if the male of the line changes sex. Apparently it gave them quite a headache. Of course in this day and age, Eve becoming a woman didn't change their marital status so long as they didn't want it to. Three days later an impatient Cleo was finally allowed at Eve's bedside. "How are you feeling Eve?" she asked. "A bit sore?" "For the first time I'm really pleased you're calling me by the shortened form of my name. I've missed you Cleo." He looked up at her and smiled. "I'm going to have some discomfort for some time, but it's not too bad at the moment." "How do you feel about being as much a real girl as anyone not born one can be?" "I feel happy, in fact I don't think I've ever been as happy in my life. Did you know that we're still married, that's so long as you want to be, you do want to stay with me, don't you?" Cleo could detect a certain amount of fear in his voice. "Remember the pool party I held after we were married?" he nodded. "Well when you are fit enough, I'm going to hold another one, but this time you'll be the guest of honour." * * * * * It was several weeks, some with more than a little discomfort for Eve, before she was ready to enjoy the party. By coincidence Cleo was able to juggle the date so that it was also a celebration of her seventeenth birthday. She couldn't help but compare the difference between it and the first one when she was treated as a very naughty childish boy. The operation seemed to have had the effect of further maturing her at the same time, she had all the appearance and poise of a very confident young lady. Even Cleo started to view her with new eyes, realising just how pretty she was but even more pronounced was how her mind seemed to have grown up so very suddenly. She joined in with the crowd of other women in the pool, only briefly showing any embarrassment when they all decided to skinny dip. Several of the guests actually tried some mild flirting with him which he treated in a light hearted and adult way. That night Cleo had just got into bed when there was a gentle knock on her door. It opened to reveal Eve in a long silk nightdress. "Cleo, I've come to claim my conjugal rights," she said with a smile. Cleo opened the side of her bed and invited her to get in. "I love you Cleo." "I love you too Eve." That night they made love for the first time, but not the last. Cleo showed her what she liked by practical demonstration and they both discovered how good his surgeon had been. Eve had not even imagined the pleasure she was given and then returned. It wasn't long before Cleo rejoiced in her marriage as much as the new girl. It was no longer in name only. A few years later they arranged for Cleo to become pregnant using some of the DNA from Eve, they had a boy, followed the year later by a girl. It was an uncanny coincidence that the boy was soft and gentle by nature and their daughter a bit of a tomboy, but their mothers allowed them to grow up exactly as they wanted.