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The New Governess On reflection I was quite a naughty child. I would go running in the muddy fields and walk the mud into our house and even bring grass, frogs, spiders and other unsuspecting creatures home - for closer examination and to amuse our cats. And pranks, well I was a great prankster, bags of flour over doors, trip wires connected to vases or the coal scuttle and my personal favourite, fish or sometimes a frog in the toilet or bath. The unsuspecting victim would lift the lid or get in the bath and a frog would jump out. "Edward!" would come the shout, usually preceded by a scream. My governess, Miss Green was very gentle and kind and whatever I did she would always stay calm and just say, "Really Edward, you should not do that!" So I enjoyed a happy childhood, playing in my parents country mansion, eating well and with a friendly governess to take care of me and some visiting friends too. I had three sisters, one younger and two older and they tended to spend time together in the ladies lounge, sewing, playing piano, harp and discussing fashions and planning their next shopping trip or ball. My mother was happily married, although my father tended to the view that children were to be seen but not heard, and he spent much of his time in his study or away on business and so was a remote figure from my perspective. It was 1835 and my father was Earl of Cotswold so my mother was Countess of Cotswold and therefore, it followed, that I was destined to become Earl of Cotswold in time. My sisters were Lady Elizabeth, Lady Agatha and Lady Alice. My governess was becoming concerned at my unruly behaviour and had, as I discovered, been discussing the matter with mother. After various warnings, that I had not heeded, I was horrified to learn that my punishment was to be corseted. Therefore, much to my considerable embarrassment, and my sisters' great interest and amusement, I was taken to the corsetiere and measured up for a medium compression garment. I later returned and soon found myself laced into a corset. It was not particularly feminine looking, and apparently not uncommon for males to be corseted; I was told. The idea was that the garment would improve my posture and dampen my behaviour, as I would be less able to bend and move around. My sisters were suddenly very interested in me, partly amused at my predicament and in return for all the pranks, but just genuinely interested in my corseting and my corset. They wanted to know my waist size, how far I intended to reduce it, and playfully enquired as to whether I wanted to borrow a dress or high heeled boots. "Was I getting my hair done?" Lizzy suggested that if I could get my waist down to 16 inches one of her dresses would suit me perfectly. Initially this caused me great embarrassment and apparently, I would go bright red, but eventually they grew bored of their jibes and I shrugged any of this further unwanted attention off. My corset was an anti-tamper affair with rear lacing only, and took some time to get on. I was allowed my own lady's maid to help me dress. Normally a Lord would have a manservant or butler, but because I was only 12, a lady's maid was thought gentler and more appropriate. I liked Miss Lilliput, although she seemed determined to tighten my corset as much as possible. "Don't worry," she would say. "I will soon have your waist right down to a proper size." This worried me because "proper" could easily mean 16", as this was the general target size, for young women, according to my sisters, and I got the distinct impression that her previous experience of looking after girls was essentially what she was applying to me, irrespective of my gender. Lizzy's offer of borrowing a dress did not seem completely impossible. "I am not a girl," I would protest. "No, but we are trying to get your posture and behaviour to be more ladylike, that is according to my orders" she would giggle. This was all very well but the corset was impeding my movement and did dampen my mood. Worse though, I was struggling to eat much food, because my stomach could not expand and the food seemed to get stuck in my throat. So essentially, I was on a crash diet and this also meant I had less energy, it also meant that the corset could be pulled progressively tighter. That said, I still had enough energy to run in the fields and also in the corridors at home. This caused further concern in the household and this came to a climax when I accidentally knocked a valuable vase onto the floor and broke it into a million pieces. A Ming vase, apparently, whatever that was. "We really need to do something about this," I heard my mother say to my lady's maid. "But what?" "Well it is very hard to run in heels," my lady's maid helpfully suggested. So I accompanied my sisters on their next shopping trip and I found myself at their shoe makers being fitted for a pair of lace up boots in cream, with a fashionable 3" heel. "He should manage that height to start with," he advised. I was mortified to have to wear these home, because whilst I could indeed "manage them," unlike the corset, these boots were the exact same style as my sisters and even clicked on the footway and in the hallway like theirs did. My sisters were very amused at this development and assured me I looked very fetching and dainty in the boots, which was pretty much the exact opposite of the look I was aiming for. Lizzy reminded me that the offer of borrowing her dress was still open and that the boots would look very cute being occasionally glimpsed under my skirts as I moved. I noticed that the boots did not have good grip and it was hard to run without risking falling over or turning my ankle. Their heel also sank into grass or mud so I had to choose my route more carefully. They certainly slowed me down, even on firm ground. I noticed that the combined impact of the corset and the heels also caused me to sway more as I walked and this only became worse after my governess helped me practice walking in a more dainty and appropriate way. Miss Lilliput was quite delighted, and even I secretly had to admit that the boots did look attractive. I had always liked the look of lady's high heeled boots, although I had not expected find myself wearing them. Now I could admire a pretty ankle and heel whenever I wanted. Miss Lilliput seemed to take extra delight in my waist training and a new corset was order in a smaller size as the old one could not be pulled any smaller. The new corset was not only smaller in waist but was a longer overall affair and was distinctly more feminine with trims and stitching that was designed to accentuate the female form. My mother informed me that it was my responsibility to ensure the boots were kept clean, and of course because they were cream coloured, off- white, actually, this meant that going outside was practically impossible. She warned that boots like mine also came with higher heels. I managed for a while and became very able to walk and even run in the boots, but they caused me to slip and fall, one day quite heavily. Enough was enough, I decided. I was a Lord and I was not to be inhibited in this way. I sneaked into the kitchen and found some scissors, and with great difficulty I was able to reach behind me and cut the corset laces. I also removed the boots. I was free. Whilst I was free, I was also soon observed without corset and boots and I had also damaged the corset and boots beyond repair. I was lent one of my sisters old corsets and boots, both of which were more severe than what I was used to. The corset was so tight that I could not bend over to get to my boots and a wide leather belt was secured around my waist to stop me reaching the laces to cut them. This belt could be padlocked onto me so I was once again trapped. It was not long before I was back at the corsetieres. The corsetiere was pleased to discover that my waist and upper torso was reduced and that I could wear an even smaller corset as a result. I tried to interrupt but my mother said in a stern voice, "One more word for you and this will only get worse!" So my waist would be drawn in to 18" now. The corsetiere suggested that the new corset be longer and incorporate some shoulder restraints and that a more feminine style and colour could look more attractive. I looked horrified. My mother agreed. Our next visit was to the shoemaker and he was asked to make me some new boots with 4 1/2" heels. There was also some whispering that I did not quite catch. Until my new corsets and boots were ready, my lady's maid continued to lace me into one of my sister's old corsets to keep my waist size down. This was very feminine and had various lacy adornments. It was also considerably smaller than my old corset and I could not breath or eat as well. So a few days later, once my new boots and corset were ready, I was back at the corsetieres. I was grateful to be released from my temporary female corset but this relief was short lived. I was carefully laced into the new corset that seemed crushingly tight. It was also even more feminine in style, smaller and more rigid than my sisters" corset. It was pale pink with purple seams that followed the lines of the steels and also accentuated the waist. It had small purple bows at the top and bottom of featured seams. The seams emphasised the curves that the corset produced and these were very womanly curves. In addition, the panels of the corset were not plain. They had flower patterns sewn into them in the fine thread, the same purple as the seams. The corsetiere said that she had taken it down to 17" but 16 1/2" was possible with this garment. She explained it had a stem waist, which meant that it elongated the waist part to accentuate my small waist size. "It allows for some amazing dress designs although I am not sure you plan to take this that far?" The question was answered with silence. It could have been answered with "no'. Silence was a definite maybe. I was concerned. Unlike my old corset, the new one was longer and went over my chest. I was shocked to find that it had small but definite padded breasts that made me look like a girl, particularly as these features were emphasised by the purple seams. The garment was also longer and went partly down my legs, stopping halfway between my knees and my crotch. Being rigidly laced, this meant it effectively limited my stride. There was worse to come. The corsetiere produced a collar made of brass. It was about 4" wide and matched the stem waist. It was covered in fine pink leather and the seams and flowers were incorporated. She encircled my waist with this and it had studs at the back with a tiny padlock so that it would be locked onto the wearer. It came with a tool that was a half circle with screw clamps that could press against each side of the brass belt. These screws could be mercilessly tightened so that the belt could actually be tightened more than the corset. Essentially my waist could be compressed in a vice and then fixed at that size. Then once stud holes aligned at an appropriate degree of compression the two overlapping parts of the belt could be fitted with a stud at the top, middle and bottom and flat piece of brass could slide through each stud and be padlocked at the bottom. This held my waist extremely rigidly and I immediately realised there would be no escape. The corsetiere explained that the belt had fine graduations on it so that progress on waist reduction could be carefully recorded and monitored. "This belt allows a reduction to 14" however she would need to be refitted with a new corset to reach that size. Currently she, sorry he, is at 17." "With exercise and dieting a reduction of 1/8th of an inch a day is possible. So, I can keep the key or you can, or some clients give it to their lady's maid?" My mother agreed it should go to my lady's maid as she knew how strong- minded Miss Lilliput was, especially when it came to perfecting my feminine looks. My mind was whirling, but one thought I could not escape was how beautiful this garment actually was. It was a work of art and the way the patterning of the belt matched the corset so as to retain the beauty of the shapely lines was quite something. I had an hourglass figure and it was quite dramatic and beautiful. This was also bad, but just meant I was trapped at the mercy of my unyielding garment and my equally unyielding maid, but there was worse to come. The corset had top shoulder panels that were adjustable by laces at the back. They went from the top of the front of the corset over each shoulder. They were tightened down with laces at the rear which was uncomfortable. Then they were laced further and the effect of this was to force my shoulders back and this in turn caused my breasts to thrust forward. "Very good for the posture!" the corsetiere explained. I realised I could not easily bend down. I was struck down with a beaten feeling and my movement was certainly restricted. The corsetiere said that there are optional elbow cuffs that allow the wearers elbows to be secured behind her. "What was this 'her' word. Sorry, 'him,'" the corsetiere corrected herself. It was a small slip but at the same time somehow seemed to usher in a new era. I could now be accused of being, or at least confused for a girl. Whilst I was contemplating my fate, the corsetiere had duly secured my elbows and was showing my mother how to adjust them to more or less severe positions and also how my elbows could be secured to the brass belt at the back or sides. Some mistresses adjust the tightness for punishment. If the subject has misbehaved then the elbows can be forced together and some mistresses attach the elbows to the top of the corset which also forces them up. In the most extreme cases the wrists can also be secured to the sides of the belt and this completely prevents all use of the arms. The corsetiere explained that if the elbows were simply secured either side of the belt, it was very good for bridesmaids and weddings, as the wearer could be given a bouquet of flowers and other than dropping it, the only thing they could do was hold the bouquet neatly out in front of them. Some mothers have used them where their young daughters play with their hands too much, to neaten them up at public events. They can also be buttoned into long leather gloves and the gloves can be attached together around the flowers so everything is fixed in position. The corsetiere proceeded to demonstrate all these options to my mother and Miss Lilliput and mother purchased all the attachments and accessories. All these scenarios, whilst interesting, were uses that I failed to see the relevance of but mother and Miss Lilliput seemed to be very interested. Very interested indeed. My male clothes went back on and I realised that they were rather drab and poor compared to what lay beneath. It almost seemed a pity not to complete the look with a dress. What was I thinking? Also, my male clothes were very ill fitting and basically I started to resemble a female in male clothes with bumps and curves in all the wrong places, or all the right places, depending on how you looked at it. The boot maker looked me up and down somewhat quizzically I thought, and then had me sit down and laced me into my new 4 1/2" boots. "Her feet have not actually grown." He commented. I was not surprised by this because I was on a starvation diet and I think I had simply stopped growing. At this rate I would not grow into a man and in fact I would even be regarded as a petite girl, especially with my increasingly tiny and fashionable waist. The boot maker explained that he had obtained some stranded metal laces and that the boots contained a metal cuff at their top edge and that this allowed them to be padlocked on and the laces themselves could not easily be cut. I could not have bent down to get to the laces due to the corset or reach the back of the corset or remove the brass belt, but it seemed I had shot myself in the foot, somewhat literally, and I was not trusted at all. Therefore, my punishment garment and footwear were now secured onto me. I found the new boots more challenging although as I was used to 3", 4 1/2" was manageable, they just slowed me down even more. I spent the next 6 months being thus trained. By the end I could easily walk in 5" heels, but running is genuinely difficult, especially with my limited gait and grip, my generally weakened state and very upright posture. My waist was now 15" and my sisters were both thrilled and slightly jealous. I was still allowed male outer clothes, but these had been tailored to accommodate my waist and breasts and so, as my hair had also been allowed to grow long and curly, I just looked like a girl in boys clothes. Tragically and suddenly my mother was taken ill and died soon after. The family were in shock. My training continued. At the funeral I wore a long black coat, that was tailored at my waist. I noticed it button on the other side to my usual coat. I was also given a feminine hat and vale. My new black 5 1/2" high heeled boots, bought specially for the funeral, could be glimpsed below my long coat. My small waist was evident with a wide belt drawing my coat in so my hips and breasts were accentuated. I am not sure who people thought I was, maybe a visiting cousin or perhaps they just could not count how many sisters we had, but people are fairly solemn at funerals so nobody said anything. No body but Miss Lilliput and my sisters knew that beneath my long black coat was one of the most voluptuous female figures in the county. Eventually my father met a very fancy French lady at a ball and they became friends. Aunt Celeste, I was to call her. This lady was extremely fashionable. Her waist was about the same size as mine and honestly I could see why my father liked her. She had a playful smile and was a real beauty. She always wore high heels and had a very fashionably small waist. I was slightly envious and admiring of her beautiful breasts that she made the most of in exquisite low-cut dresses that displayed them to perfection. I remember when I first met her. We shook hands and she observed me closely. She walked around me and congratulated me on my pretty boyish looks. I could see she was thinking, I was also in awe of her. Without consultation with me, my governess, Miss Green was dismissed and my new governess, who was also a picture of feminine beauty. A little severe looking but with an amazing figure, Miss Claudia, was appointed. I had heard Aunt Celeste asking my father if she could raise me in a more feminine way as I was making the family look less attractive in public and could also be made more pleasing to her eye and to brighten the house. My father must have agreed because one day Miss Claudia and Miss Lilliput came to my room and woke me up early. "We have a busy day," they announced, excitedly. They took me to another one of the bedrooms, one that was extremely feminine in its decor, with its own attached bathroom where I was washed and shaved clear of all hair. I was laced into some new boots with a 6" heel. That was extreme, even for me, and I was unsteady, although they did give my feet a beautiful shape. I was taken to a bar hanging from the ceiling and told it was a lacing bar. A new corset was produced. It was satin white with beautiful flowery gold patterns. I was secured to the lacing bar by my wrists and it was winched up until my feet only brushed the floor, and the garment was drawn around me. Lacing started and I was increasing squeezed. There was a mirror in front of me and I looked on with fascination at the beautiful creature emerging before me. The corset had larger false breasts but was otherwise similar to my old corset. 14" they announced. I noticed a white leather strap about 6" at the top, reducing to around 2" and dangling down from the front of the corset. "What is the strap for?" Miss Claudia explained it was to do with development of a neater lower torso. I still had my hands secured above me and she attached cuffs to my boots and chained these each side so as to pull my legs about 3" apart, this caused some strain and I could hardly bear. Miss Lilliput raised the bar higher and pulled me off my feet. I was essentially stretched with my legs pulled apart. Miss Claudia applied some grease like lubricant to my rear passage and I was embarrassed as she worked something into me. Next, she came around to the front and I felt her manipulate a testicle and push it into me and then the other one. Next, she pulled the belt back between my legs and obviously with some force secured it tightly somewhere to the rear of the corset. I heard a click and suspected it had been locked in place. My crotch looked very smooth and there was no sign of my penis. "Much neater," she exclaimed, cupping my crotch area. I was aroused but of course had no actual space for that to appear. The insert is inflatable dear Lady Edith, and as we gradually inflate it larger over time it will cause your hips to start to flare out to give you a more natural and pleasing shape. "Natural and pleasing," I thought to myself, it would be more likely to be unnatural and painful, but I knew better than to answer back. "Lady Edith?" With that question still whirling in my head, Miss Claudia started to inflate the insert. It was not really that painful at first, just a full feeling, although I noticed that my breathing, which was already short because of the corset, became even shorter. I realised that my lungs were now being compressed by the corset each side and the inflatable device from below. I felt full, extremely full and somewhat uncomfortable although with straining arms, legs, feet, waist, shoulders and bottom it was slightly hard to work out which part of me hurt more. Miss Lilliput lowered me to the ground and I felt somewhat less strained but still seriously compressed. I wondered whether I could eat anything at all, or even move. I moved very carefully due to the extreme heels and the fact that when I walked my gait was still impeded, but was worse due to the compression caused by the inflatable device inside me. They gave me a sort of cape to wear and took me to a dressing table. The cape covered my waist but when I looked down my breasts were clearly visible. My ears were pierced using a needle and cork, and gold stud earrings were inserted. "Don't worry," said Claudia, "we will soon have you wearing beautiful earrings." They started working on my hair and wove in some long tress extensions and combed my own hair to suit and trimmed it into a very feminine shape. They applied various hair pins to hold it in place. Somewhere along the line I literally turned into a girl before my very eyes. My eye brows were plucked to a fine arch and a powder foundation was liberally applied. These changes reinforced my female gender even more. I went from girlish boy to boyish girl to pretty girl as the stages progressed. Then eye shadows and lipstick were added. I had pretty red lips. I looked quite adorable and the picture of feminine beauty. Next they removed my cape and produced multiple underskirts until I rustled delightfully as I moved. The first was very tight all the way to my ankles and I realised I would struggle to walk at all in it. They told me it was a hobble underskirt. The 4 that followed were looser but helped to build volume so my dress would flare out, they explained. They showed me a heavy looking velvet lilac gown. "This is a day dress," Miss Claudia informed me. "You have several ready in your new wardrobe." I had to step into it and it fastened with hooks and eyes at the back. Hundreds of hooks and eyes that took Miss Lilliput and Miss Claudia about 10 minutes to fasten, one working up and one working down. I felt myself being gently squeezed as the fastening progressed. They explained that part of my new life was simply being bathed, made up and dressed, as my main purpose now was to make the house a more attractive and daintier place to be. I was simply to be a vision of fashionable beauty and they explained that I could expect around 2 to 3 hours to be spent dressing me in the morning, then again for evening wear then again to prepare me for bed. As they were fastening on the dress slowly attached each fixing, the beautiful tailored dress fit more tightly and hugged my tiny torso to emphasise my now large thrusting breasts and acutely contrasting tiny waist and fairly womanly hips. The full-length sleeves hooked over my middle finger and were tightened with buttons at my wrists. These were very feminine features. The sleeves naturally contained leather cuffs that encircled my arms just above my elbows and of course these could be neatly padlocked to eyes attached to the waist of the corset. This meant that my elbows were secured to my waist to limit my already impeded movement, although this arrangement was not evident to any onlooker. Finally I discovered that disguised by the frilly lace neck detail, there was a long solid leather collar, perhaps some 4 inches long and this was tightened with another distinctive click and this collar restricted my head movements, I could not look down very far but could still glimpse my breasts. "Don't worry," said Miss Claudia, "you only have to wear the day dress for around 10hrs from 8am to 6pm and then you can get changed into your evening dress." I realised that I was almost fully immobilised. I was locked into an extremely tight corset and very high heeled boots, but then locked into a dress with a collar and with my arms locked to my sides and my legs barely able to move due to the heels, corset, hobble skirt and inflatable insert. I was strangely aroused by my own reflection of a beautiful Victoria lady as they added rings, a necklace, broach and bangles. Finally, they added a tiara. "This was your mother's." They guided me to the lady's lounge where my sisters gushed over my appearance and then Auntie Celeste arrived and beamed approvingly. "Lady Edith, you look quite perfect." I realised that I did look quite perfect, actually I was really like a doll, I could barely move and was essentially just a play thing to be dressed and displayed as Auntie Celeste wanted. Apparently, a doll called Edith or Lady Edith if we had company, Edie to my sisters. I found I could almost sit down but had to perch on the edge of the seat and lean back, as I could not sit upright. "Don't slouch," said Auntie Celeste. I spent the next 4 hrs standing by the piano. Then lunch came. I could not seem to eat but just had a drink. I needed the toilet and Miss Green helped to partly undress me to allow that whilst carefully reversing the process. I am fairly sure everything was even tighter when she had finished, such was her dedication to perfecting my appearance. My new life was slow. I could hardly move. I spent much of the time standing, with some perching, and slouching when in could get away with it. When I did walk, I took small dainty steps but the inflatable and extreme waist reduction caused my hips to sway quite severely. My evening dresses, or gowns as they were called, were generally fine silk affairs in cream, pink or pale blue. Some had trains so that moving was even more challenging. Auntie Celeste delighted in all the latest fashions and commented that our bodies were of very similar size, although I had a smaller waist. She tended to buy two new identical gowns so that we could appear as matching mother and daughter and she seemed to develop a soft spot for me. This mainly meant that I got to share in all the most extreme and feminine aspects of the latest fashions. The first night, I complained and found myself sleeping in a gag. I decided that complaining was not a good idea although the gag stayed thereafter so my options were limited. Of course, to go to bed I was left in my corset but given even higher heeled boots to help shape my feet. I was chained and padlocked to my bed by my hands, ankles, elbows, neck and waist and could barely move. My weight continued to drop and I managed a new 13" corset which caused much interest and excitement amongst my sisters. I was introduced to a new night corset, well technically a padded box. I was obliged to lie in it. A wooden stock was placed over my neck, waist and hands, knees and finally ankles. Then a lid was added so I lay immobile, trapped in darkness. The inflatable device could still be pumped and over time had caused my hips to spread further. The waist stock was adjustable and could be screwed progressively down to force my waist even smaller. So, I would be thus secured and then once completely immobile Miss Lilliput would tighten my waist and inflate the device further. She would read me stories about young ladies and also about fashion. She would find advice about fashion and perfecting good looks and read these over and over again. She explained that she wanted to do her best to encourage me in my new life. My father Earl Cotswold and Aunt Celeste were married and of course my sisters and I were all bridesmaids in beautiful silk lilac gowns. The gowns were relatively high cut although Miss Lilliput had discovered that by binding my upper torso my limited male boobs could be made to bulge at the top. Therefore, with careful padding and tailoring it could look like I had full breasts. Throughout the day of the marriage I was fully secured by my elbows and wrists so I had my bouquet firmly fixed. I noticed when I appeared at the church and walked down the aisle behind the bride there were gasps from the congregation. These were due to my waist and overall figure that was, by then, easily the most extremely voluptuous and feminine in the whole county although each of my sisters were also very attractive and the four of us made for a powerful vision of femininity. My life was essentially a dress up doll or mannequin for my step mother, governess and lady's maid to play with and pamper. I did learn to dance and was a very popular partner of many male suitors, but of course all advances had to be rejected to avoid the scandal of my true identity. Eventually a story was spread that I had passed away during a nasty chicken pox outbreak and that I was actually the daughter of Celeste from a previous marriage in France that ended when Celeste's first husband passed away. So, I was no longer Master (Lord to be) Cotswold but Lady Cotswold. Partly to complete this story, and partly to complete my education I was taught French and this enabled another unique bond with my step mother. We would occasionally enjoy shopping trips together and I learnt all the latest looks and became a fashion expert and very fashionable lady. Instead of business, maths, science and accounting I was taught needlework, piano, harp, some geography and culture. As fashions changed I was given another beautiful velvet gown in purple. This was one of my favourite but most restrictive gowns. Dressing would take around 6hrs so was only practical when we were having afternoon visitors. The process would start with my release from the bed corset/box. I would be allowed to bathe and any stray remaining hairs removed. I would be subject to colonic irrigation as the dress was so extreme that any chance of needing the toilet had to be avoided. No 2's were strictly out. I would then be secured to the lacing bar where I would first have a special inflatable butt plug re-inserted. Then I had a tube inserted in my penis which went to one of the tubes leading to the butt plug. This meant if I did pee then a bag within the main inflatable bag of the butt plug would essentially inflate as a consequence of me effectively peeing into my own bottom. This arrangement meant any urine could be caught. This was all necessary because the dress was so restrictive. Ice would be used if my manhood was too active and it would be firmly laced back between my legs as usual. I then had my most extreme high heeled boots laced and locked onto me. I would then be released from the lacing bar and we would go for a walk. This walk was needed so that my body could adjust to the corset. I made quite a sight parading the large corridors hand in hand with Miss Claudia and Miss Lilliput. They were both very attractive young ladies although my own figure was more extreme than theirs. We would tip tap down the hard floors and tended to walk in step with our hips swaying as we went. If we went outside I would where the long funeral coat. I would then return to the lacing bar for the final tightening and the insert would be inflated to its fullest. My waist could be brought down to 12 1/2". Sometimes I would pass out and smelling salts were used to bring me back. I was then lowered and my knees secured together and my ankles were also secured tightly together. Then I would wear the full- length hobble skirt. The dress was a beautifully tailored affair, long sleeves, high neck with panel to expose thrusting blossom, and extremely tight. The dress clipped in place from the top to the bottom with hooks and eyes and was extremely snug. It showed every curve of my extremely womanly form. It had a small flare train at the bottom but the skirt was so restrictive that I literally could not move my legs. This is why my feet and knees were secured, so that the material of the dress did not get strained if I tied to move. The longest stage of the dressing was due to the fact that the dress was sewn on the wearer. Special tools, like the corset tool were used to gently squeeze my body so that the rear parts of the dress could be sewn to give a super tight fit with a near invisible seam. Once fully sewn in, I was allowed to caress my sides to feel my extremely shapely and curvaceous shape. It was an electric sensation with the softness of the velvet. Of course, the dress allowed my elbows to be secured at the rear and my wrists attached to either side of my waist. If I was lucky it would just be my elbows secured to each side. Makeup, jewellery and my hair were completed using a long cape to protect my gown and then I was unveiled. I made a truly stunning picture of sublime femininity. Of course, I could not actually move. So, I had to be fixed to a sack truck and wheeled around. I would be positioned in the room to be either slouched in a chaise long or in a chair. Or I would be positioned near a wall. To prevent me falling, they arranged for a waist support that was essentially a metal hoop that could be clipped around my waist and inserted into a fixed recess in the wall. This meant I could not fall but could also not move from that spot. Female visitors would seem to accept my predicament and tended to want to feel my shape with their hands, which I loved. Many commented that I looked like a mermaid. I could be positioned slouched in front of the harp and play that. I made quite an impact on visitors. One day, whilst I was fixed in position in the music room, there was a loud crash and the ladies went to investigate. Then the lunch gong went and they retired to the afternoon lounge. They had forgotten they had left me in the music room. Miss Lilliput had her day off and so I was left the whole afternoon, night and morning, before I was rescued. I was quite exhausted. I had a lot of time to reflect as between studies, my role as was essentially to adorn the house and look pretty. I often thought they could simply buy a statue or a mannequin but I was still allowed to talk and join in conversations. Especially about dresses, fashion or shoes. Whilst I was not the driving force behind my lifestyle, I was held in high regard as an expert, as my waist and heel height and cutting-edge fashion made me the expert. So, I made the most of this role. My favourite part of the day was being bathed, laced and dressed. I think I liked the company, the attention of two beautiful women, their touches and encouragement and the compression of the corset and the whole process really. I considered that I was actually a prisoner and that Miss Claudia and Miss Lilliput were my jailers, who I loved deeply. I was in a beautiful prison made of corsets and dresses with beautiful jailers. In the warmer summer months I was allowed to sit on chairs in the garden, wherever the main group of ladies gathered. I was also sometimes allowed a stroll around the extensive garden. Usually with my elbows secured to my waist and hand in hand with my beautiful jailers or sisters. Countess Celeste still seemed to regard me as her favourite step daughter and always bought me the latest fashions. She continued to buy identical gowns so that we could appear as "sisters" as she liked to say. The only difference was that my heels would be taller than hers, so we were the same height, and my waist was also smaller than hers. Actually, my waist was celebrated as being the smallest in the house, the county and potentially even the country. I was a celebrated beauty. On one occasion at a dance she had my waist padded to match hers and we were made up heavily so that we looked like twins. To add to the fun, I was introduced as Countess Celeste and she as Lady Edith. It really added to the event. I released that my step mother did love me but also loved life and fun, art and fashion. She had various portraits of me commissioned. One with my sisters, one of us as twins, one in my mermaid dress at the harp. I realised my main legacy was to be remembered as a Victorian beauty. One of my favourite paintings was the occasion where my sisters and I and Celeste all dressed the same and posed in an arranged group. We made quite a sight. Mother hatched various plans. She wondered whether they could have a large Christmas tree in the main hall and they could suspend me as a fairly, secured to the top. Fortunately, this plan was considered impractical. She also wondered whether they could have a fire place with a beautiful female figure moulded into one side to support the mantel, and in colour, so that I could be dressed to match and attached to the other side. Fortunately, this was also deemed too impractical. Her fun idea was that people would not realise I was built into the fire place until I spoke. She mainly settled for dressing us alike or displaying me in my mermaid dress. She commissioned statues of us all in white marble and these were arranged along the garden path. One was special. Basically, I had to be dressing in another mermaid like dress but this one in all white. I had all white gloves, white hat and a white wig. My face was made up white too and so when still I could pose as a statue. I was lifted onto a rectangular plinth about 2 foot high. This had a white frame with white metal irons that could be opened and then closed to secure me to the frame in my statue pose. The hoops held my ankles, knees, waist, elbows, wrists, neck and forehead. Each iron had a retaining screw and each was a very tight fit. Once secured I was completely helpless and immobile. I would be positioned amongst the other statues and I was expected to greet any visitors. This was quite fun in some ways but I would often be secured for many hours. Overall my life as a Victorian beauty and model was severe but also quite full. I just had to adjust to be admired and forever immobilised in gorgeous gowns or a combination of very tight corsets, high heeled boots, hobble skirts and an array of contraptions and devices designed to squeeze or secure me in position and display me to best advantage.