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THE LAVENDER HILL LADIES AND THE KENTON MANOR MAIDS by enduringshades This is the second Lavender Hill Ladies adventure, the first was the 'The Lavender Hill Ladies Luncheon Club'. For new readers, or as a reminder, I start off with a brief description of each of the Ladies. Otherwise you are welcome to skip to the beginning of the story. THE LADIES The Lavender Hill Ladies started as the Lavender Hill Girls, when four straight crossdressing undergraduates shared a student house in Lavender Hill in southwest London. They are now middle aged and live in or around north London. Alec Black (Alice White) Alec's femme name is Alice. He was captured, feminised and kept as a wife. He was rescued by the other Ladies and his wife. He was a freelance forensic scientist but now as Alice White writes crime mysteries. 'His' personal and 'her' literary lives are kept separate. The main characters of her books are a famous author of crime stories, a woman called Diane Singleton, and an amateur detective, a crossdresser named Paul Dymond. They are loosely based on Alice and John (see below). Audrey Black Audrey is Alec's wife. They have two teenage children Emily and Beth. Audrey is a senior social worker. Mike (Maggie) Mike's femme name is Maggie. He is single and works at home. He manages his own investments. Mike becomes Maggie most weekends and often during the week. He does have girlfriends from time to time, but is yet to find a partner that can embrace his femme side. He is a martial arts sifu (master) and trains residents of a women's refuge in self defence. John (Janet) John is a straight middle aged crossdresser and a Detective Inspector with the Metropolitan Police. He is married to Joan, a tax accountant. He mainly dresses for Lavender Hill Ladies' gatherings. George (Gina) George is a straight middle aged crossdresser and has his own consultancy specialising in IT security. He is married to Grace, a graphic designer. Like John he mainly dresses for Lavender Hill Ladies' gatherings. Angel Angel is a feminised Eurasian with unknown Chinese and European parents and was probably born in the UK. He was kidnapped as a very young boy and was brought up as a girl and was rescued along with Alec. As a young woman, she lives with the Blacks as they help her adjust to a new life. She is an honorary Lavender Hill Lady. She thinks she is a woman. THE STORY BEGINS "Excuse me," enquired an older man, as he was coming through the train carriage with a woman just behind him. "Are you Diane Singleton?" "No, I am not. Actually, I am Alice White. I am the author of a series of crime books, Diane Singleton is the heroine. I am sorry to disappoint you." Seemingly not hearing what I actually said he continued. "Our son is missing and we do not know who to turn to. The police have no leads and say that many teenagers run away from home and disappear and they need evidence of suspected criminal behaviour or vulnerability before opening up an investigation. We are on the way to the Okehampton Literary Festival intending to seek you out, but here you are on the train! Can we join you?" They sat down opposite to me. When travelling as Alice I usually go First Class and try to book a single seat to avoid fellow passengers spending the journey wondering about the middle aged woman sitting with them. This time I couldn't get a single seat, but I was able to get one next to some empty seats, oh well never mind. It is not about my fame, although my name is getting better known as my books hit the bestseller list, it is my face that is not so well known. I avoid TV interviews and only attend the less famous literary festivals. It is about my gender and private life not becoming public knowledge. Obviously this couple have made an effort to seek me out, as my book's heroine, even though they have confused fiction with real life. I wonder if people ask Henry Cavill to pluck young damsels from burning buildings? "Yes, of course," I said with resignation as they had already sat down. "Would you like to join me for tea? I was just about to call the steward." I was now intrigued to know what they wanted to tell me, maybe I could use it in one of my stories. "Yes, thank you, Miss Singleton, that is very kind of you," replied the woman who I assumed was the mother. Before I had a chance to correct her again she continued. "In one of your books you help find a missing boy despite the hopelessness of the case. We know you can do it again and help us find our son. We miss him desperately. He is a quiet boy and would never run away." She left a long enough pause for me to get the chance to call the steward. There was still an hour to go before we reached our destination, so I thought why not hear them out now. "Please continue and tell me why you think I can help?" The steward poured our tea, the woman, she hadn't introduced herself, sipped her tea and replied, "We were hoping you could put us in touch with Paul Dymond." Well this was getting weird, here was a couple talking to a fictitious author who solves fictitious mysteries about getting in touch with a fictitious crossdressing private detective! "How do you think Paul could help?" I asked. "Because he is a crossdresser!" Her reply was rather brusque in tone. Her husband butted in, seeing my puzzlement. "I think I better explain. We live in Iver Heath in Buckinghamshire, not far from the Pinewood Studios. While looking for our son, Ethan, we tried to contact a friend of his; we spoke to his parents but they were very reticent. We persevered and discovered that their son, Joshua, had also disappeared about three months before Ethan. During our conservation we also suspected that Joshua was showing signs of being transgender. His parents were in denial." He continued. "After our discovery about Ethan's friend we wondered if we really knew our son. When we looked back we now remember picking up signs that something was happening to him. He became guarded about his friends and he was often distant, and yet elated, when he returned home from being out. We dug deeper and came across a number of other disappearances; they were also young teens who lived in our part of Buckinghamshire." The woman looked at me with soulful eyes. "We are desperate and willing to try any lead, however tenuous, to find our son and we thought your detective friend might be able to find out what happened to him and the other missing boys." Wow, I thought, they may be clutching at straws, and a pair of fictional sleuths are not going to be able to help but perhaps the Lavender Hill Ladies could! After all the guys did find and release Angel and me from our forced feminisation and captivity. "Allow me to think about what you said. Seek me out tomorrow at the end of the festival and I'll let you know if we can help." We chatted some more until the guard, or train manager I think they are called now, announced that we were approaching Exeter St Davids Station. "Well, I look forward to seeing you tomorrow," I said. "We too, I don't think we introduced ourselves. My name is Martin Booth and this is my wife Maureen. We will see you tomorrow, enjoy the festival." I disembarked, detrained I think they call it now, and made my way down the platform to the station concourse, I think they are still called concourses. I saw Audrey, my wife, and gave her a wink. She had been sitting further down the carriage I was in. Audrey usually attends my public events, but incognito. We don't want anybody to connect Audrey with Alice, but she wants to share the joy of my celebrity however low key. But somehow she always manages to end up in my hotel room. The hotel staff probably think she is a literary groupie and we middle aged 'lesbian' authors live a rock and roll lifestyle! The festival organisers had arranged for a car to pick me up and take me to my hotel in Okehampton. I saw a woman holding a tablet up showing 'White' and I approached her and said, "I'm Alice White," the driver smiled in acknowledgement and I turned to Audrey who just happened to be behind me and asked "Would you like a lift to Okehampton?" Audrey replied feigning surprise. "Yes please, that is very kind of you." I turned back to the driver and asked her "Do you mind if this lady joins me? I met her on the train and she is attending the festival." "Of course Madam," said the driver as she helped us with our bags. Once we were heading through the Exeter traffic, I leaned over to Audrey and said, "I think it is okay to talk. I need to tell you about the conversation I had with that couple on the train." I described what happened to Audrey and then added "Well, you, Mike and John found and rescued me, do you think you can do the same for Ethan?" "I was thinking just the same while listening to you. But it won't be just us, there will be you as well, The Lavender Hill Ladies!" said Audrey beaming. "If they do contact you tomorrow then arrange for the four of us to return together and we can discuss it on the train back to London. We just need a cover for me, we don't want them discovering our secret, well not until we are confident they can keep it." We were now pulling into the hotel's forecourt. We got out, retrieved our bags and thanked the driver. Audrey and I shook hands, in case anyone was looking and there was, an elderly man who made a beeline for me. "Welcome, Miss White, or may I call you Alice? I'm Alfred Manning the festival director." He took my case, one of the pleasures of being seen as a woman, and led me to the reception. "I have booked a table in the hotel restaurant, I expect you would like to have dinner after your journey!" It was getting late, so I quickly went up to my room to drop off my bag and to freshen up. I managed to slip Audrey the spare room key card, before returning to Alfred waiting for me in the foyer. Fortunately, I usually travel dressed smartly, especially in First Class, but more because I like to portray myself as an elegant well- dressed woman. It gives me confidence and pleasure and it is what people expect. I had chosen all-black today, suitable for travelling quietly yet sophisticated enough for dinner. I wore a sleeveless dress that followed my curves with a V-neck that showed a hint of cleavage together with a matching short jacket with three-quarter length sleeves. I had picked out my three-inch court shoes in black suede, a favourite pair and comfortable. I finished off with a string of pearls and a watch with a thin gold strap. I had my hair done yesterday, it was some time since Alice had been out in public and it was getting straggly and needed a trim. I am now naturally grey, I prefer to keep it that way, and I had it cut into a long bob that sat on my shoulders. I think it matches my public persona as a successful writer. Alfred offered me his arm, it would be churlish of me not to take it, and he guided me into the hotel restaurant. We were shown to a candle- lit table set for two, not quite what I was expecting given our business relationship. I saw Audrey enter the restaurant, she had had time to change, and sit at a table on the other side of the room grinning to herself. Although eating at the same restaurant was a coincidence, it was a fairly obvious choice. Needless to say, Alfred showed his lectorous side. He continually flirted with me, placing his hand on mine whenever I absentmindedly placed it on the table. I could feel his shoeless foot rubbing my legs. It became clear that he thought I owed him a favour for inviting me to the festival as the keynote speaker. Of course, it doesn't help that it is 'Miss' Alice White. I tried to move the conservation on from being about me. "Is it a crime literary festival because Okehampton is on the edge of Dartmoor with its infamous prison?" He didn't answer me but said, "I do hope you can stay a little longer before you head back to London. I would love to show you around the National Park after the festival ends." Without giving an expectant Alfred an answer, I decided to call it a night. "Thank you for a lovely dinner, Alfred, you have been delightful company but it has been a long day and I need to prepare for my speech tomorrow." I stood up, and as he rose I gave him a peck on the cheek for the sake of appearances and to show my appreciation for the meal. He looked crestfallen, but then a sly grin appeared. "Perhaps you have time for a nightcap?" "I am so sorry Alfred, but I do really need to get my beauty sleep, maybe some other time," I replied knowing Audrey would already be upstairs in the room. I gave him another peck on the cheek, and said, "Goodnight Alfred, I look forward to tomorrow," and headed for the hotel lifts. I always sleep with Audrey when I can and tonight she was more passionate than her usual self, paying particular attention to my wonderful natural breasts. It had been a long day, and we were a mature couple, so we only coupled once, but it was a brilliant climax to the day. Maybe seeing Alred attempting to flirt with me had turned her on! The following day went well. I had brought a grey blouse to wear with a modest black pencil skirt. The blouse was translucent so I also wore a chemise, I thought it was just the right amount of elegance and edginess for a writer of my age. I wore red heels and a matching wide belt that emphasised my waist. I carried a large handbag, anything smaller simply doesn't work at a festival. For the journey back I would slip on the jacket I wore yesterday. I was ready to leave the festival and was looking for Audrey when I heard "Miss Singleton!" It was the Booths, would they ever realise that 'Miss Singleton' didn't exist, despite 'Miss White' having given a speech. "Have you given our request any more thought?" asked Martin. "Yes, I think I and my associates can assist you. One of them happens to be here today, so I have asked her to join us and I hope we can travel back together and discuss how we can help. I have a car booked to take us to Exeter and I have reserved a table in the restaurant car on the train." As I finished Audrey appeared as if on cue. "This is Mrs Audrey Black, she is a senior social worker and we have worked closely together before." "Oh we are so relieved that you will help us and we would be pleased to join you for the journey back to London," said Maureen. We discussed Ethan and his disappearance on the way back. Audrey asked many probing questions and it emerged that both Ethan and Josh were showing femine tendances before they disappeared. This explained why the Booths thought a crossdressing detective would help and Josh's parents reluctance to talk. Audrey reassured them that if Ethan was indeed effeminate, it was nothing unusual and such boys needed support from loving parents. I am not sure the Booths accepted Audrey's reassurance despite her professional background. "I suggest we meet up in about a week's time after we have spoken to our associates. Can we come to Iver Heath? It would be most helpful," said Audrey. It would be helpful, but more importantly we did not want to disclose our background. "Of course," replied Maureen, "would you like to come for lunch next Saturday?" "That's very kind of you, there will be three of us if that is okay." I was hoping John could join us. He is 'Paul Dymond' after all! IVER HEATH THREE YEARS AGO Josh and Ethan were growing up and showing early signs of puberty and an interest in girls. They were in Josh's bedroom half-heartedly playing a video game. Josh's parents were out. The boys had been close friends for years, they were loners as they did not fit in at school or the other places where the local youngsters gathered. Because of the bond they had they rarely held anything back from each other. "Josh, did I see you and a girl sitting on a park bench yesterday? She was very pretty," asked Ethan with genuine interest. "Yes, you did! Why, are you jealous?" replied Josh with a grin. "I met her last week, her name is Victoria. She is a little older than us, but we have been getting on well together. She has shown an interest in me, unlike the girls at school, and it was she who came up to talk to me. Yesterday was the second time I've met her." "That's fantastic," replied Ethan. They were close enough not to need to engage in the crowing banter and put downs so typical of teenagers when talking about girls. "Does she have a sister?" Ethan said half jokingly half hoping. "You're in luck, she is a twin! Do you want to meet her?" replied Josh. "But, before you reply I have to tell you something. She asked me if I would do anything for her, if I wanted to be her boyfriend. I said yes, of course. When I met her yesterday, she gave me a pair of her knickers and told me to wear them as a sign of my sincerity. She had also baked me a cake and told me to treat myself to a slice a day." "What did you do?" asked a wide-eyed Ethan. "Wear them of course! Do you want to see?" replied Josh. "And I am enjoying the cake." "Er, yes," Ethan replied unsure of himself. Josh stood up and pulled down his trousers. He was wearing a low cut pair in primrose yellow with a white lace front. "Wow! How do they feel?" Josh blushed. "They are surprisingly comfortable and so soft. But knowing they are Victoria's is the best!" Josh pulled up his trousers and they sat in silence for a while. Then Ethan said, "Yes, I would like to meet her sister." "Awesome, I'll see if I can arrange a double date," said an enthusiastic Josh. The day of the double date arrived. Josh and Ethan were waiting in a town centre cafe, popular with young teenagers, in nearby Uxbridge. "Hi, Josh," said Victoria, "and you must be Ethan, this is my sister Elizabeth." Josh looked gobsmacked and blurted out, "I must be in a dream!" They all laughed, with him not at him. They talked for hours and arranged to meet the following week. Before they left Elizabeth pulled Ethan aside and whispered, "Would you wear my knickers for me, Ethan?" handing him a small bag. Ethan replied sheepishly, "Yes, I'll love to." He would do anything to be with a girl like Elizabeth, no other girl had shown any interest in him. What the boys didn't know was that they were being groomed. And over the next few years the twins gradually prepared them for the future they had planned for them. The boys became infatuated with the twins at the expense of nearly everything else. Their parents were on the one hand concerned with their son's lack of social interaction but on the other hand pleased they had girlfriends, even though they have never met them. And the boys didn't exhibit any bad habits in fact they did more than their fair share of household chores. Nobody noticed, except the twins of course, that puberty was passing the boys by. The twins had been feeding them hormones to block puberty. After about two years, Josh and Victoria were walking in a local park, when Victoria said to Josh, "I would really like for us to spend more time together. Would you like to come and live with me?" Josh's jaw dropped. "Careful, you may catch a fly!" said Victoria with amusement, "I'll take that as a yes. There is a problem though. As you know I live with my Mum and Aunt, and Elizabeth of course, and they would not allow a boy to stay under the same roof as my sister and I. But there is a way if you are willing and you can also have a job with training." Both Josh and Ethan had no future, their obsession with the twins had not only had an adverse effect socially but also at school. Their age group were developing into young men and women leaving the childlike boys behind. It was predicted that both would fail their GCSE exams and were likely to have problems getting apprenticeships. So Victoria's offer was too much for Josh and he burst into tears of joy. Living with Victoria and a job was beyond his wildest dreams, although at one time he did expect to get good grades and go to university but he no longer remembered. When he had calmed down he said, "I would do anything to be with you." "I have never told you but my family own and live at Kenton Manor, it is an estate in Buckinghamshire surrounded by countryside. My mother and Aunt are traditionalists and believe that a country house and family should be looked after by a large household staff. So they take in young girls and train them to be maids and household staff. They provide board, lodging, uniforms and a small allowance just like in Victorian times. Mother says that the First World War damaged traditional households and they never recovered, except ours that is." Josh wasn't sure what Victoria meant, but her grooming of him had been so successful that he now always did what she asked with blind devotion. "Josh what would you think of coming to join us and be trained to be my personal maid?" Victoria had a huge smile which Josh soon returned with a nod as he was speechless. "Of course, a maid during her training cannot go home to see her family." "When you have finished school you can come and join us." Victoria wanted to wait until he was no longer at school, so not to draw undue attention to Josh's disappearance. "Please don't tell your parents as they may not understand and try to stop you. Let it be a surprise for when you finish your apprenticeship with us! You can tell Ethan of course, you boys share and do keep your confidences." Josh was very excited and being a maid had not struck him as odd, mainly because the idea seemed so natural. "Oh, thank you Victoria, I can't wait to finish school." "Josh, I want to ask you a favour. You have to let hair grow long because I like it that way, please don't get it cut. And you will find it easier to fit in with the others if you take these pills from now on," said Victoria handing him a small box with the pharmacy label removed. Josh didn't really understand why, but she knew he would take them. Later that evening Josh rushed round to Ethan's to tell him his exciting news. He didn't mention the maid training because it wasn't important. Victoria's grooming of Josh had been exemplary. Her Mother was very pleased, traditional maids who would be willing and subservient were hard to come by. Josh's last day at school had come and passed. He was waiting at the roadside for Victoria with a small holdall packed with some personal items, otherwise she had told him not to bring anything. He had left a brief note for his parents and asked them not to worry, and that he would be in touch when he had finished his training and that he wasn't allowed to see anyone until then. Ethan had accepted the same offer from Elizabeth and would be joining his close friend in three months time. A classic Rolls Royce from the fifties pulled up and the driver, a young woman, called out, "Josh?" He nodded. "Jump in Josh, this is the first day of the rest of your life. Enjoy it, while you can!" Three months later she picked up Ethan. BACK TO TODAY Our monthly Lavender Hill Ladies lunch had been arranged at Mikes' a few days after we got back from the festival, which was rather fortuitous. Audrey and I briefed the others on our conversations with Mr and Mrs Booth. Everybody was enthusiastic about getting involved, it is almost as if we were looking for a sense of purpose other than the pleasure of dressing up and socialising as ladies who lunch with our wives. The success of my rescue earlier seems to have inspired the Ladies! A few days later, John, Audrey and I arrived for the lunch at the Booth's. I introduced John as a friend of mine who was a police officer, but they kept calling him Paul and me Diane. At least it helps to protect our true identities, especially as John is with the Metropolitan Police. Anyway he would be acting in a private capacity as Iver Heath was within the Thames Valley Police area. Audrey opened up the discussion. "I would like you to describe the femine tendencies you observed in Ethan before he disappeared. John is a crossdresser as well as being a detective. He is married and we would like you to keep his confidence, but he is letting you into his secret so you have no need to be embarrassed about your son. Any detail however small would help." Maureen answered. "Ethan was always of slight build and tended to avoid the rough sports and activities the other boys enjoyed. He kept to himself, he enjoyed computer games, but he did form a friendship with another loner, Josh. They were like brothers, that was all. Then Ethan got a girlfriend, we later found out she was the twin sister of Josh's girlfriend. We were delighted but were most disappointed that we never met her. We didn't even see her photo. Ethan was infatuated by her, but they only seemed to spend a few hours together every now and then. Despite seeing each other for over two years she never contacted us when our son disappeared. About three months before his disappearance we noticed subtle changes in Ethan. Puberty was late so it wasn't obvious at first. But he often burst into tears. He and Josh were becoming more intimate, not as lovers, but more like you would expect two teenage girlfriends would behave. During the last month before he disappeared, Ethan became more modest about his appearance and I noticed slight swelling of his breasts. Nothing to comment about at the time, but it reminded me of when I started puberty and I wondered if it was because of his apparently delayed development towards manhood." We sat in silence to take in what Maureen had said. Martin had held her hand throughout. John then asked, "Could we have a photo of Ethan? And may we borrow his computer and mobile phone, if he left them behind that is? We will strictly respect his and your privacy and we will keep everything to ourselves, except I would like to show Ethan's photo around." "Yes, of course," replied Martin, "I'll fetch his computer and phone from his room, we were surprised he didn't take them with him. We couldn't access them as we don't have his passwords." "We have our ways. Can we come with you? We would like to see his room," said John. We followed them both up to Ethan's room. It was a typical teenage boy's room, no sign of any femininity or gay leanings or of a girlfriend. We removed the hard drive from the computer, collected some USB drives Martin had found and Ethan's phone. We went back downstairs and got ready to leave. "We will be in touch shortly," I said. "By the way what was the girlfriend's name?" asked John. "Elizabeth," answered Maureen, "we never knew her last name." They said their goodbyes. We chatted in the car on the way back. John summed up. "I think our best lead is to try and trace the girlfriend, I have a hunch that she and her sister are involved in the boys' disappearance for nefarious ends, although we should not rule out young lovers running away. And given his mother's comments I suspect that the boys are being feminised." "I agree," said both Audrey and I simultaneously, well we have been married for a long time! We dropped off the drives and phone at George's office and arranged to get together at our place in a few days' time. George, one of the Ladies, was an IT security consultant. George's examination of Ethan's data and phone was a mixed success. "Guess what," said George, "Ethan's password was 'Elizabeth', incredible! I have found no pictures or any personal information about her. They only communicated using an encrypted messaging app, and I have yet to trace her account. However, there was a pattern. She always initiated contact and told Ethan when and where to meet, either in Uxbridge town centre or in parks near Iver Heath. I have listed the places, there are not that many." John looked pleased. "I suggest that we ask Grace and Joan, and you Audrey, to visit these places and show Ethan's photo around to see if anyone recognises him and can describe the girl. People may respond better to a woman, who may well be the mother, than to me, especially if they pick up I'm from the police. And it may not be a good idea for Alec to get involved." Grace and Joan, George and John's wives, decided to venture out the following day and head to Uxbridge. They were going to check some of the venues on George's list and also do some shopping. They entered the cafe where Ethan first met Elizabeth on the double date. It had become a popular place for them to meet over the years. Grace and Joan hit the jackpot at the first attempt. They showed Ethan's picture to one of the staff who seemed to know everyone. "Have you seen this boy? He has often been in here with the same girl over the last few years at about this time of day," explained Grace. "Oh, yes. I remember him or rather the girl. He was very quiet and younger than her. But what I found odd was that it was the same with another couple, I think the other girl was a twin, they looked so alike, and the boys were often in here together, but I haven't seen them for some time now. And you're in luck, the girl is over there with a new boyfriend," she said, "I hope that helps! Sorry, you have to excuse me, a customer is trying to attract my attention." Grace looked stunned and said to Joan, "I better ring George." George's office was nearby and he soon arrived with some special kit. Joan had ordered some coffee and they had taken a table close to the couple. George went to join them. After playing with a small device for about five minutes, George looked up, pleased with himself. "I have identified and made a connection to her phone. I will be able to check the location of the phone provided she can get a signal. I better head back to the office to monitor the connection. I suggest you leave with me." That evening they all met up at Maggie's home. "I have tracked the phone to a country estate to the west of Uxbridge. The phone remained stationary and then disappeared. I have carried out some research and there is a mansion on the estate called Kenton Manor. The owners live there with their two sons and a large household. I cannot find any reference to an Elizabeth, perhaps she is on the staff." I thought I should start making a contribution so I took the lead. "So the next step is to establish if Ethan and indeed Josh are living there. Do you think there are any surveillance cameras you can hack into George? Like when you found Angel and me in Tom Strange's house?" "It is a little more difficult. Either I have to try to hack in using broadband or we gain access to the house. Elizabeth's phone had no wifi connection to any house system," replied George. I turned to John. "Is there any way we can gain access to the house, either by having a reason to visit or by breaking and entering?" I think I've watched too many dramas. "George, during your research did you find any businesses located on the estate?" asked Joan. "As a tax accountant I might be able to pay a visit to, say, 'inspect' the books." "Yes, there is a home farm on the estate." He opened various websites on his laptop and then continued, "And its office and registered address is Kenton Manor." "Let's go away and think of a ruse for Joan to visit Kenton Manor, even if she is turned away. Mike, I think you should go with Joan in case there is any trouble. Your martial arts skills will be reassuring. George, do you have anything Joan could carry that could let you gain access to their wifi. And Grace could you use your graphic designer expertise to come up with some convincing documents for Joan to take with her?" I asked. Mike replied first. "Yes, I think it is a good idea. I'll accompany Joan as Maggie." "Thanks, Mike, I would be grateful," said Joan. George chipped in. "I have a new device that can be slipped into a handbag, it can sniff out a wifi signal and relay it back to my office using the mobile data network." And Grace added, "I won't be able to forge official documents convincingly, but forms and alike, no problem." "What a gang!" I exclaimed. "Does anyone have any idea what Joan's ruse should be?" "What about serving a notice regarding an unpaid invoice?" said Audrey. "It is something that can be dismissed by them without too much suspicion and Joan and Maggie would not need to stay longer than necessary. Would that be enough time for you George to spin your magic?" "Provided that they don't have a military grade firewall, there should be no problem," replied George. Two days later Joan described their visit to Kenton Manor that afternoon. "Maggie and I arrived at the main gate to the estate and buzzed through to the house. I explained we were from an accounting firm and had an official notice to deliver to the registered office of Kenton Manor Farm. A girl replied and asked us to wait and then after a short while the gate opened and we were asked to drive up to the main entrance to the house." Joan continued. "The door opened and a tall young maid invited us in and asked us to wait in the entrance hall. She told us that the housekeeper will be with us shortly. She curtsied, stepped back and stood quietly as if waiting instructions, I thought it rather odd nowadays. A young woman in her mid-twenties entered the entrance hall. She was dressed in a plain but smart black dress and was wearing four inch heels, rather unusual for a housekeeper I thought." "The maid and housekeeper were very realistic but I recognised them as feminised males. Clearly, Kenton Manor has its secrets!" said Mike, "it is not easy to fool an old crossdresser!" "I didn't notice!" said Joan. "I explained why we were there and showed her a demand to settle an outstanding account. She looked at the notice and with a look of relief on her face told us we had wasted our trip as the farm in question was Lower Kenton Manor Farm. She said it was an easy mistake to make and she told us how to get there while showing us to the door, she appeared anxious for us to leave. Using the wrong farm had averted her suspicions. We of course came straight here and not to Lower Kenton Manor Farm!" "As we drove off I noticed a couple of gardeners, they were girls but I suspect they too were feminised males," said Mike. George then spoke up. "I was able to gain access to the Kenton Manor computer and set up a hidden tunnel so I can gain access via the internet. Unfortunately, there are no security cameras on the network, but I was able to download a file listing household and estate staff. All the staff are women or girls. But more interestingly there is an entry for a 15 year old girl called Ethel Iver who entered service as a maid on the same day Ethan disappeared. There is an entry for another 15 year old called Joyce Iver who entered service three months earlier. I could not find any data relating to wages, but I did find records of orders for uniforms and, interestingly, hormone treatments. And no records of the purchase of any feminine sanitary products!" "All circumstantial evidence," John pointed out, "but enough to convince me that our boys are there and the family have recruited or captured feminised boys to staff the house and estate. I presume the lack of wages suggest either modern slavery or the price paid to live as a maid. Or maybe both." "One more interesting discovery," said George, "official records refer to a couple Charles and Mary Kenton and their two sons, Victor and Edward, living at Kenton Manor. But the data refers to Lady Mary Kenton, her sister Charlotte Kenton and their daughters Victoria and Elizabeth. Which suggests not only are the family obsessed by their position in society but we have a matriarch with a feminised family and staff. And Mary Kenton's title? It's self styled." "John and Audrey," I said, "what do you suggest we do now? I presume we need to involve the local police and authorities and they would need evidence, certainty of foul play, and of the prospects of a good outcome." Audrey spoke up. "I suggest that we focus on Ethan. He is still under sixteen and his parents remain responsible for him, they have not consented to him leaving school and taking up an apprenticeship and they could make a formal complaint. That should also be sufficient to remove Ethan, or at least get his side of the story. The problem is, would our current evidence of abuse be enough for Buckinghamshire Social Services to enter and search for Ethan, a child not on their radar? I know it would be enough for me." John added. "If requested by social services I am sure the Thames Valley Police would provide support. But it may not be sufficient to apprehend the family, and any senior staff suspected of criminal activities. Showing official interest in Ethan may encourage them to flee, although they probably won't be able to take all the estate staff with them. Let me sound out somebody I know in the local force." "And I'll do the same, an ex colleague of mine now works for the local Social Services Child Protection Team." KENTON MANOR, THREE MONTHS AGO Ethan got into the back of the Rolls Royce, very impressed and excited. He half expected to find Elizabeth sitting there but was disappointed that she hadn't come. After about an half-hour the car turned into a long drive, that led up to a large Victorian country house and then entered a courtyard. Ethan got out of the car. A young woman wearing a black dress and heels, she managed the gravel surface of the courtyard with ease, approached him. "You must be Ethan. I am Miss Hertford, I am Lady Kenton's housekeeper, you will address me as ma'am. Miss Elizabeth has informed me why you are here and asked me to settle you in and explain your duties. To fit in with your new role your name is now Ethel. It is an old tradition for downstairs staff to be given a 'household' name, I hope you like it. Please grab your holdall and follow me." Ethan followed the woman up four flights of stairs to the top floor. They passed a number of maids on the way who curtseyed and addressed the housekeeper as ma'am, she did not acknowledge them. They walked down a narrow corridor and entered one of the attic rooms off the corridor. "This is your room which you are sharing with your friend Joyce. She will help you get ready and then you are to report to the cook in the kitchen. You are expected to be properly dressed at all times, but today I will accept your boy-like hairstyle." Ethan entered the room and a pretty girl sitting on the bed, stood up and rushed over and hugged him. "Ethan, I'm so glad to see you, but I have to call you Ethel now. It's me Josh, but my name is now Joyce. Don't we sound like two Victorian girls!" Ethel was dumbstruck. So Joyce continued, "I know you must be confused, I'll tell you what I know later, but I must get you dressed. Our uniforms are kept in the wardrobe and your night and underwear are in the bottom drawer, mine are in the one above. There is a wash stand with a bowl and jug over there. We keep our toiletries in the wall cabinet above the stand. We share a bathroom down the corridor with the other girls on this corridor. I suggest you keep your personal things in your holdall and stow it under the bed." Ethel found her voice. "There is only one single bed." "Junior maids are expected to share a bed, only senior staff get their own. You will be sleeping with me. Up to last night I have been sharing with Ruth, you will meet her later. Now, as I said, we must get you dressed!" Ethel took off all her clothes leaving just the knickers Elizabeth asked him to wear when they first met. Joyce handed her a plain pair of white knickers. "Oh, I see you still have Miss Elizabeth's knickers. You cannot wear them, they are too fancy for a junior maid. Take them off and keep them in your holdall and put these on." The standard issue pair were a snug fit and showed a small bulge. Joyce then handed Ethel a matching bra. Ethel instinctively knew how to put it on even though the only girl's clothing he had ever worn were Miss Elizabeth's knickers. His budding breasts were nicely covered by the bra cups but did not fill them. "Here put these in your bra, they will give you a more natural shape while your breasts are growing," said Joyce, handing Ethel a pair of pads. "I wasn't unsure what was happening to me. My chest was itchy and had started to swell," said Ethel. "You have started puberty and your breasts are finally growing, it is never too late!" explained Joyce. "I am about three months ahead of you and I am now filling out my bra, it is so thrilling. You will love it!" Joyce then took a plain shift dress in light grey from the wardrobe and a large white apron. "Put these on and I will help you tie the apron around the waist." Ethel did so and looked quite cute despite the plain nature of the uniform. She then slipped on a pair of flat lace up shoes, in white. "Ready? We need to get down to the kitchen, we are running late and maids are always punctual, but I will quickly brush your hair before we go." The kitchen was on the ground floor overlooking the courtyard. As Joyce and Ethel entered, a woman in her mid-twenties looked up and said, "Hi, you must be the new junior maid, Ethel isn't it?" Ethel gave a tentative smile and said, "Yes ma'am, pleased to meet you." The woman replied, "Thank you Ethel, you can call me cook or Miss Tring. You are replacing Joyce as the scullery maid. You will generally help out in the kitchen, fetching and clearing away for Joyce, who is now the kitchen maid, and for me. It is hard work, especially when Lady Kenton has guests, but we are a modern kitchen and we do have dishwashers! I will leave you with Joyce who will show you where everything is and explain your duties." Ethel and Joyce didn't finish until nearly midnight, cleaning up after a late supper enjoyed by the family. The kitchen was spotless when they made their way back to their room. They undressed and put on their nightdresses. This was when Ethel saw Joyce's young developing breasts for the first time. "Wow," said Ethel, "they are so beautiful." Joyce guided Ethel through her nighttime beauty regime. They climbed into bed exhausted. They lay back to back, but Ethel's curiosity got the better of her and she turned over and reached for Joyce's breasts and caressed them. Joyce groaned, but they soon fell asleep with Ethel spooning her friend. The alarm went off, it was 5am. "Wake up Ethel!" said Joyce, shaking her, "we have to be down in the kitchen in half an hour. Wear the same uniform as yesterday." "Why so early?" a sleepy Ethel asked. "We are the early shift in the kitchen, last night was your introduction. We have to prepare the staff breakfasts and you need to prepare dough. The family likes freshly baked rolls in the morning. Come on get going." The breakfast went well and the girls finished their shift by helping cook in preparing lunch. After they had cleared up, Joyce came up to Ethel. "Now we have finished our shift I need to take you to the salon, come with me." "The salon," explained Joyce on the way, "is where the staff get their hair done and any other beauty treatments that are needed. As a new junior maid you need to be prepared for your role." As they entered, a young woman looked up. She wore a white tunic and trousers, and her long auburn hair was gathered in a high ponytail. She also wore subtle makeup which flattered her. "Maud, this is Ethel, Ethel this is Maud, I will leave you in her capable hands, see you later." "Hello," said Maud, "first day?" "I entered service yesterday. I have been working ever since," replied Ethel. "Okay. Please undress completely for me and jump up onto the treatment table," instructed Maud. She then examined Ethel's body all over. "Good, no sign of any unsightly hair, but we will need to monitor you closely. Now get down, get dressed and sit down in that chair. I am going to cut and style your hair. There is enough length to give you a flattering pixie cut. After a few months we can try a longer more feminine style." She worked on Ethel, adding some blond highlights. She trimmed her brows and tidied up her nails. "All done, what do you think?" "Oh my god, is that really me?" exclaimed Ethel. "Yes, it is the real you. It is amazing what a nice hair style and shaped brows can do for a girl!" replied Maud. "Please drop in when your hair needs tidying up. Unruly hair is not acceptable here. I will also need to check you for any facial or body hair growth. Junior maids do not normally wear makeup, but please come and see me if you need to prepare for a special occasion." "Thank you very much," said Ethel, "you made this girl very happy, I can't wait for Josie to see the new me!" She seemed to have quickly embraced being a girl. Ethel ran up to their room and was disappointed to see Josie wasn't there. She took off her apron and dress and was admiring herself in the mirror when in walked Josie. "You are turning into a beautiful young lady. Put your dress back on and we will go down to the servants dining room and you can meet some of the other maids. And I can show off my best friend!" KENTON MANOR, ONE MONTH AGO Ethel had been working as the scullery maid alongside Josie for a couple of months, when Miss Hertford came into the kitchen. "Tomorrow you will take over Josie's position as the kitchen maid. She is going upstairs to be a parlour maid. A new girl will be entering service and I would like you to help her to take over your duties as the scullery maid. Normally as a downstairs maid you have an attic floor bedroom. I am going to make an exception; you can move in with Josie and share her new room." Over the months Ethel and Josie had moved on with their relationship. They had always been best friends as boys, becoming more like girlfriends as Victoria's and Elizabeth's grooming of them took effect. From the day they were reunited, they were in each other's company nearly all the time, including sharing a bed, so it was inevitable they would fall in love. Neither of them had any experience of having a girlfriend, their time with the Kenton twins could not be described as 'boyfriend and girlfriend' whatever they thought, and they saw nothing unusual in their relationship. They were not gay, just teenage boys who looked like and had been groomed to believe they were girls. And it was not uncommon for teenage girls to fall in love with each other. They were intimate. They naively explored each other and evolved their own entrancing and irresistible variety of lesbian love. They were ignorant of the ins and outs of straight sex which was beyond their reach anyway. Ethel and Josie moved their things to the floor below and their new room. The room was a little larger and had two single beds. They looked at each other, grinned and said simultaneously "One's enough!" One of Josie's new duties was to serve tea and dinner to the family and any guests. It meant she was on a different shift to Ethel and they spent very little time together, just sharing their bed until Ethel had to get up to prepare breakfast. But one small consultation was that Josie now wore more attractive uniforms, light make up and shoes with heels. The family wanted their servants to be attractive to the eye. If they had guests, which wasn't that often, then Josie got to wear a more glamorous uniform, not a caricature of a french maid but pretty close, higher heels and fuller makeup. And Josie, now with fuller breasts and a figure of a sixteen year old, looked very pretty. One evening when Josie was changing for dinner service into her more glamorous outfit, Ethel remarked "I was quite content wearing my plain kitchen uniform, but now I see you in your special evening uniform I am jealous! Recently I have been dreaming of being dressed as a glamorous woman being admired by those around me. But I am happy with my life. I have no worries, I am safe and secure and I am with you." BACK TO TODAY The Lavender Hill Ladies met up at Alec's and Audrey's home to discuss an emerging plan. Audrey kicked off the discussion. "I have spoken to my ex-colleague at Buckinghamshire Social Services. He had a dig around and we talked again yesterday. There are two or three members of staff who have shown concern about reports of the number of domestic staff at Kenton Manor, especially teenage girls and young women. If Mr and Mrs Booth are willing to go on the record that they suspect their son had been kidnapped, abused and is being held at Kenton Manor, Social Services are willing to make an unannounced visit. They warn if the Kentons do not cooperate there is little they do without substantial evidence. "I got similar feedback from the local police," said John, "they have noticed some unusual behaviour patterns of behaviour. None of the staff are ever seen in the village or surroundings. It is difficult to imagine that with a significant number of young people, no one goes out to shop or to enjoy themselves. The local bus service picks up very few passengers on the route that passes Kenton Manor. They did agree to send a patrol car to support Social Services if requested. Of course if we could come up with evidence of serious crimes being committed, then that would be a different matter." "Does anybody else have anything to contribute?" I asked. "I have made some progress," spoke up George. "I have managed to set up real time monitoring of their email and online messaging from this morning, but nothing to report yet." "Can I suggest we take up the suggested visit by Social Services supported by the Police," said Mike, "and that we ask if Audrey could attend on behalf of the parents to give us some continuity." We all agreed with the suggestion and left it to Audrey to arrange. KENTON MANOR A WEEK LATER A week later a car with two social workers and Audrey followed by a police car drove up to the entrance to Kenton Manor. They buzzed through from the gate. A girl's voice answered "Hello, can I help you?" "We are from Social Services. Accusations have been made that you may be harbouring a young boy against the wishes of his parents. Please open the gate so we may come up to the house and speak to someone about this matter. You should be aware we are being accompanied by the police." There was silence for a while and the girl's voice said, "Please enter and drive up to the main entrance to the mansion house. The housekeeper will meet you there." When they reached the house a young woman was waiting for them alone. "Good afternoon, I am Lady Kenton's housekeeper, Miss Hertford. Please can you identify yourselves." The two social workers identified themselves and then introduced Audrey. "This is Audrey Black, she is representing the boy's family at their request. The two police officers are here as a matter of procedure for a case like this, there are no accusations of criminal activity, but please be aware that a note may be taken of anything you say. Mrs Black will tell you why we are here today." "We have reason to believe that my client's son, Ethan Booth, who was last seen three months ago and knew Elizabeth Kenton before he disappeared, may be living here. We need to establish that he has not been harmed and is here at his own violation," said Audrey. "There is no boy here of that name nor has there ever been. Miss Kenton is in residence and would no doubt confirm she has no knowledge of this boy. I'll call her, please wait here," replied the housekeeper. After about ten minutes the housekeeper emerged from the house with a young woman in her late teens. "May I introduce Miss Kenton," said the housekeeper. "I understand you are seeking a boy called Ethan Booth and that you alleged that I know him," said Elizabeth, "I'm afraid you are mistaken and you have wasted your journey." "May we come in and look around?" asked Audrey. "I'm sorry that would not be possible. I know you must be responsible adults but we have young girls whose parents have entrusted us with their care and permitted them to enter into service with us. We need to keep them safe and also protect ourselves. I can only allow you to enter with a court order. And now, I request that you kindly leave the estate. Good Day to you," replied Elizabeth curtly. They got back into their cars and drove back out of the estate and along the road to a layby where they parked up. "Well that was interesting," said one of the social workers, "I have worked with cases involving transgendered people and both Miss Hertford and Miss Kenton are or were men, nothing wrong with that of course. But in light of your suspicions it is not easy to ignore." "I agree," said one of the police officers, "they were definitely hiding something and they didn't even invite us into the entrance hall. We can't take this any further at present, but I will file a report on what was said and our observations, but now you have to excuse us. We have more pressing matters, sorry, cheerio." On that note we returned to our cars and headed off. When she got home a rather disappointed Audrey told me what happened. "Don't be disheartened dear. George rang just now, you set a cat among the pigeons. George picked up a flurry of communications. It appears that two maids, Ethel Iver and Joyce Iver, who we believe are Ethan and Josh, are to leave Lady Kenton's service and they are negotiating with a number of interested buyers! Strangely they are being offered as a pair. Tomorrow morning we should get back in touch with our colleagues from social services and the police and arrange an intercept of the transport carrying the two boys followed up by a raid on Kenton Manor. Now let's go on up to bed, my tits need some loving care!" George continued to monitor the Kenton Manor communications and with the evidence we now had, the police were willing to set up an operation. They obtained authorisation for George's hack and also for monitoring phone calls and messages. The Kentons had struck a deal with an unknown buyer, who the police believe is a slave broker. Arrangements had been made to take the boys to a private airfield near London the following Sunday. It was decided this would be a joint Thames Valley and Metropolitan Police operation, which pleased John as he could be directly involved, to be in at the kill as if it were. The intercept would take place at the airfield, once it had been identified, and if not then on route. Sunday arrived. The police had set up surveillance, monitoring the exits from the Kenton Manor estate. To follow the estate transport vehicle there were two unmarked vehicles, a Volvo pursuit car from Thames Valley and a Discovery SUV from the Met, they could split up if it was a decoy, and also a marked minibus with officers to raid the Manor. Audrey, together with a representative of BCC Social Services was also present. The vehicles were all hidden nearby. The radio came to life. "This is gate watch, a black BMW X5 registration mark K3 NTN, is now leaving estate turning left to proceed east. Four occupants, all female. A woman in her twenties is driving, a woman probably late teens is a front seat passenger. Unable to describe rear passengers due to blackened windows." The officer in charge acknowledged and then instructed the two police pursuit vehicles to proceed. The drivers were trained for this type of operation and although from different forces were able to work well together. The TVP Volvo was the lead while the MP Discovery followed. In the Discovery were armed police officers and John. They soon reached the M40 Motorway heading into London then turned on the M25 London Orbital Motorway in the clockwise direction. Traffic was free flowing and the target vehicle drove at the 70mph speed limit. Occasionally patrolling motorway police cars passed the target vehicle at higher speed to confirm the earlier observation, but the pursuit vehicles kept their distance. After about 30 minutes the target vehicle left the M25 onto local roads. Suddenly the X5 accelerated and started driving very fast, the two police vehicles switched on their sirens and lights and set off in hot pursuit. The X5 swerved just managing to avoid an oncoming car, but the TVP Volvo crashed, which was rather embarrassing for them as they were on not on their own patch and it was a Volvo. Otherwise they were fine and waved on the MP SUV. The highly experienced MP driver closed the gap and the armed police were authorised to take out the rear tyres of the X5 if safe to do so. After some misses they hit the target and the X5 lost control and swerved into the roadside and was brought to a halt by a century old oak. The armed police approached the crashed BMW. The driver and front passenger were unconscious, but they found two frightened girls in the back of the SUV cushioned by air bags. They checked for any weapons and helped the girls out of the car. John came running up when given the all clear. "Can you identify yourselves?" he asked the two terrified youngsters who were holding each other closely. "I'm Ethel Iver." "I'm Joyce Iver." John was not surprised they answered as girls. "You are safe, very safe. I want you to go and sit in the police car with this woman police officer while we wait for the paramedics and for help." John took out his phone. "Hi Audrey, we have Ethan and Josh, they are safe and well. They are identifying as Ethel and Joyce. They are dressed in casual tops and slacks and look very much like bewildered and innocent teenage girls." "Thank heavens! We are now entering the manor house, there are many confused young girls and a very angry Lady Kenton! I better go," replied Audrey. THE AFTERMATH Mrs Kenton was taken into custody along with "Mr" Kenton and Elizabeth. And once they were given the all clear by the paramedics, Victoria and Miss Hertford who were in the crashed X5, joined them. BCC Social Services now had a crisis on their hands. It was confirmed that all the staff were feminised boys or young men who had been groomed to believe they were girls. Until they could receive counselling it was going to be difficult to trace their families. There was insufficient sheltered accomodation for them all. Then Audrey had a bright idea. "Why don't they stay at the Manor. They have their friends, accommodation and food in familiar surroundings. They may also become distraught if they can't follow their conditioned roles." "That would certainly relieve us of the burden and it will help in their return to society, but they will need supervision and guidance. Do you fancy becoming the new Lady of the Manor?" asked her colleague from Social Services with a huge grin. So life went on almost as normal at Kenton Manor, but with no more young girls 'entering service' and no more sales of trained maids. Audrey was seconded to BCC Social Services for the duration and Angel came and joined her. Angel was brilliant in connecting with the young victims. They had identified most of the girls and hadn't given up on the remainder. They were able to match the date of 'entering service' with dates of young boys reported missing. The practice of naming with a similar sounding femme name together with the place they come from helped considerably. They found placements for many of the girls. Being in domestic service is all they knew and they had been groomed to accept and enjoy a life of service. It soon got out on the grapevine that traditional live-in experienced maids were seeking positions and many broadminded families saw an opportunity to invite properly trained and loyal staff into their households. KENTON MANOR TODAY "I've invited you here today to discuss your sons' futures", announced Audrey as they sat around the family dining table at Kenton Manor. Ethan's and Josh's parents looked a little uncomfortable. "And, as it will come clear later, there is a reason I've invited you for lunch. The table was set for ten, Angel was also there but there were four empty places. "I would like to introduce you to Angel. She has been living with my family and came here with me to help out and has become quite indispensable. Her experiences and insights have helped to counsel the girls here and develop plans for their future." Audrey proudly looked at Angel. "She has had a similar experience, being kidnapped as a young boy and brought up as a daughter by her captor. My friends and I rescued her." Angel has certainly come a long way, thought Audrey. She has blossomed into a fine young woman and has taken to her new roles and is becoming a competent administrator and fine counsellor. Her inherited Chinese looks has bestowed on her gracefulness and a haunting beauty. She was wearing a blood red sleeveless shift that caressed her lithe body, but anything she wore looked fabulous on her. Her long black hair reached down her back to her waist, drawing the eye down to her long shapely legs and a pair of elegant high heel ankle boots. Her European and Chinese ethnic descent, and being born a boy, gave her an inner strength that oozed a reassuring confidence and authority. "As you know, through the counselling sessions, your sons have decided to remain as they are for the time being and we believe that it is the best for them. They may not be gay, but they are socially naive and have each other. As their parents you have agreed with our findings, but we do understand if you still have come to terms," said Audrey. "It took us a while, but seeing Ethel's happiness and contentment we have accepted that this is the best for our new daughter. Maybe she will undergo a full transition or revert to her former self, that is for her to decide if and when the time comes," said Maureen. "Yes we do agree with Josh remaining as Joyce, but to be honest we are still uncomfortable seeing him as a girl. In our hearts we are hoping Josh will return and we will eventually become grandparents. But we do agree in keeping to the status quo and will do anything to make our child happy in life. It is his, or her, future." said Joyce's mother. "First we will have lunch," she pressed the button for the servants' bell with a grin, "I've been wanting to do that ever since I first came here and discovered it still works!" A young woman entered. "Let me introduce you to Ruth Tring. She is the cook here at Kenton Manor, Ethel and Joyce worked in her kitchen." "Hello," said Ruth rather timidly. "I hope you will enjoy today's lunch. I have asked Ethel and Joyce to serve you. They, of course, are no longer maids, but they wanted to do this for you and then the three of us will join you to enjoy the meal." Ruth returned to the kitchen. "Ruth is also a victim and is in the same condition as your daughters. She was one of the lucky ones, if you can call it that. When she was 18 she was selected to join the household staff permanently as the head kitchen maid and later the cook. Will also be joined by Winnie Hertford who is the housekeeper here and another victim of Lady Kenton," said Audrey. There was a knock at the door and in came Ruth, Ethel and Joyce pushing serving trolleys, followed by Winnie. The mothers gasped because the girls were wearing parlour maid uniforms for when there are guests. "Wow, you look stunning Ethel," remarked Maureen. She had only seen him in girls tops and jeans since his rescue. "Yes, I have to say, you both look equally stunning," said Joyce's mother. The fathers said nothing but had faint smiles. Lunch was served and they made conversation while they ate. Then Audrey asked the parents what they thought of the lunch. "It was delicious," replied Maureen. "Yes, I agree and it was well presented and the choice of the menu was excellent," said Joyce's father who often ate out at expensive restaurants when meeting clients. "I am so pleased," said Audrey, "because the meal was chosen and cooked by the three young ladies at the other end of the table." The parents looked at each other and then their new daughters nodded their heads and smiled. "Which brings me onto what Angel and I wanted to discuss with you today, I as their case officer and both of us as their new friends. "We want to suggest that we open a new restaurant here at the Manor, with Ruth as chef and Ethel as her sous chef. We are proposing Winnie to be the manager and with Joyce in charge of the front of restaurant staff. Other staff would be recruited from among the girls here," explained Alice. "But where would the money come from?" asked Joyce's father, ever the business man. "Social services have agreed with the Kenton family that their assets, including the estate, be transferred to a new trust to support their victims. It is hoped that the fund can be kept intact by individual victims not claiming damages but coming to the Trust for support instead. Buckinghamshire Social Services will initially act as trustees, Angel has agreed to be the administrator and Alice White the patron," replied Audrey. "Of course, staff backgrounds and identities will remain confidential. But the restaurant's mission will be to help needing transgendered people to rejoin society through training and work experience," said Angel, "we expect most staff would seek new jobs in catering once they are trained, but our four girls here will be and remain the heart of the enterprise. But we need your agreement and support because you still have parental responsibility for Ethel and Joyce." The parents agreed to the proposal and thought it was a splendid outcome and a good future for their children. Later when Audrey and I were in bed she remarked, "Did you realise that the only cisgender woman at Kenton Manor was Lady Kenton, and she wasn't even a Lady!" The 'Different Flavours' restaurant became an outstanding success and people came from miles around to enjoy the food, and not to gawk at the waitresses. 'Different Flavours' was chosen not only to reflect the menu but also individuality of the staff with their varied stories and individual predilections and self-awareness for being trans or a crossdresser. Later Joyce's father bought the business from the trust releasing capital to set up similar enterprises.