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The year was 1950; the place England. Charles Meredith was a handsome young man of eighteen years, but a sad one. His father, a dashing
Spitfire pilot, had been killed in the Battle of Britain and his mother had had no time for the boy, who tried to find ways of pleasing her
but never succeeded. Grief caused her to drink too much, and a year before this story opens she died of liver damage. Charles stayed on in
the family home, living on the money she had left him, seeing no-one except the shop assistants from whom he bought his rations, the woman
who came three times a week to clean the house and do his laundry, and the man who tended his garden each day. He longed to find a way back
into the world, but he had become a submissive boy, lacking courage. Then he saw the advertisement that was to change his life.
"Well-to-do family seeks young man to provide companionship to someone of his own age. Family has strong military connections; position would
suit someone orphaned by war."
What had he to lose? Charles wrote a letter applying for the job, enclosing a photograph and his personal measurements as instructed, and
three days later he travelled to London to be interviewed. He was offered the job on the spot, and he accepted.
'Its a country house,' said Colonel Waters who interviewed him, 'and a fairly remote one. We are in the middle of Dartmoor. Are you sure you
wont be lonely?'
Charles found comfort in the Colonels company, for the Colonel was the most positive, determined man he had ever met and Charles needed that.
Yes, he said, he was sure.
'How long will it take you to join us?'
'I shall have to sell the house. I've no idea how long that might take ? Ive never sold a house before.'
'Would you like me to get my lawyer to do that for you?'
'Oh, yes, please. That would be very kind.'
'Splendid,' said the Colonel. 'Then let me make this suggestion. I shall come with you now to collect your things. I will call my London
lawyer and have him join us there so that you can sign the necessary papers giving him power to act for you, and then we will drive to
Dartmoor. Its a long journey, but the car is comfortable and you can sleep and when you wake you will be in your new home.'
And that is what they did. In the Bentley, the Colonel handed Charles a flask of warm milk and encouraged him to drink it. Charles did not
know that the milk contained a powerful sleeping draught and the Colonel saw no need to tell him.
It was almost midnight when they reached the big and isolated house, but the Colonel's beautiful daughter Georgina was awake and waiting. She
hurried to the car to see the young man who had been brought for her.
The Colonel put a finger to his lips. 'He is asleep. I shall have Rajeesh carry him to his room.'
'But will he do? Is he what we want?'
'Oh, yes, my dear. He will do very well. He fits your needs perfectly.'
Rajeesh had been the Colonel's batman in India and had gone with him when the regiment was transferred to the European theatre of war.
Staying with him when he left the army, he was now a general handyman and fixer on the estate, where his great strength was often of use and
his exotic appearance discouraged those who might question some of his activities. He took Charles in his arms with surprising gentleness and
carried him to a bedroom that was decorated almost entirely in pink ? a very feminine bedroom. The Colonel and Georgina followed. Against one
wall was a large bed with pink silk sheets, pink lace-edged pillows and a pink coverlet and it was on this that Rajeesh laid the sleeping
boy.
'Undress him,' said the Colonel softly.
Georgina leaned forward to watch as Rajeesh began to strip the clothes from Charles. When the young mans manhood lay exposed, she reached out
a hand to touch it. 'Will he wake?' she murmured.
'Not unless you are rough with him. I gave him a strong draught. I would not expect him to regain consciousness until breakfast time.'
Georgina closed her hand around the sleeping cock. To her delight, it began to grow in her hand, lengthening and fattening until she held a
thick and powerful penis fully seven inches long. 'It's beautiful,' she whispered. 'It's exactly what I want.'
'And I dont suppose he has ever used it,' said the Colonel. 'Not in the manner God intended, at any rate. He may have played with himself,
but no more. Well, my dear. Shall we leave him to sleep?'
'No,' said Georgina. 'I want to make the change now. Tonight.'
'Are you sure? You know it will be very difficult to go back if you later change your mind.'
'Why should I do that? I hate being a girl. I have wanted to be a boy as long as I can remember. Here is my chance. And such a boy I shall
be! He is good-looking, and well built. Exercise and riding will soon turn this into a hard and manly body. He is exactly the size his letter
said he was. The men's clothes I have bought will fit me so well. Just as mine will fit him when he wakes in my body.' She allowed a finger
to touch the tip of the cock she still held in her hand. 'And with this I shall have such pleasure. I do not want to wait. When he wakes, let
him be me. And let me be him.'
The Colonel looked at Rajeesh. The Indian loved Georgina like his own daughter. He had cared for her since her mothers death when she was
three, and he knew the intensity of her desire to be male. He it was who had taught her to ride and to play polo, and even the rudiments of
boxing. He answered the Colonel's unspoken question with a nod.
'Very well, then. If that is your wish. But you must now take a sleeping draught of your own, or Rajeesh will not be able to tempt you from
your body into the astral plane. And your draught must be stronger than the one I gave young Charles here, for when he becomes Charlotte and
you are George then George must wake before Charlotte.'
'Give it to me.'
When she had drunk the sedative, Georgina lay down fully clothed beside Charles and was soon in a deep sleep. Rajeesh poured some herbs into
a brass bowl and set fire to them. They burned with a slow and pungent flame. Then he put his lips close to Georgina's ear and began to
whisper.
Within moments, there had been a change in the girl's body. It still breathed, still lived, but some vital spark had left it. The flames
above the burning herbs moved as though something had taken up residence there.
Rajeesh turned to Charles and whispered in his ear as he had in Georgina's. Once again, something appeared to leave the sleeping body after a
few moments, and now the two men were conscious of a presence in the air about them. Rajeesh went on whispering, but now to the unseen
presence, and as he did so he moved towards Georgina. The presence moved with him. Georgina's body shuddered slightly, and the emptiness that
had been evident disappeared.
Now Rajeesh looked towards the moving flame, but there was no need for him to offer guidance. The flame ceased to flicker and something felt
but unseen moved swiftly towards Charles's resting body. Again the little shudder; again the sense that something had taken up residence.
'It is done?' asked the Colonel.
'It is done. Georgina has become George. Charles is now Charlotte.'
'We must prepare her for a shock.' With care, he began to remove the clothes from the sleeping girl. When she was naked, he took a long,
flowing nightdress in red silk from a hook behind the door. Rajeesh raised the sleeping body that had been Georgina's and was now Charlotte's
while the Colonel slipped the nightdress over her head. Then he lifted her bottom long enough for the Colonel to pull the nightdress down
over her shapely legs. The two men pulled back the coverlet and blankets and slid Charlotte into bed before pulling the blankets up to her
throat.
Rajeesh gently lifted Georgina into his arms. 'Let us deliver him to his bed.'
When Georgina woke on her first day as a man, it was eight oclock. She leapt out of bed and hurried to examine herself in the mirror. Her
heart soared. All the frustrations of her girlhood were gone, all the dreams with which she had cried herself to sleep were ended. She had
hated being a girl. Inside, she had never been one. She had been male in all but the body in which she was imprisoned. And now the
imprisonment was over.
She went into her bathroom and bathed. The act of soaping her own cock brought unconfined joy. She was eager to start her new life, but this
temptation could not be resisted. She rubbed her soapy penis with her soapy hand. Harder and harder she rubbed, until she felt the onrush of
a feeling she had never known before ? and then it was over. She watched the cloud of sperm spreading cloud-like in the warm water. Then she
soaped herself again, washed it off and stood up, reaching for a towel.
Once dry, she filled the basin with hot water, dipped her new and unused shaving brush into the pot of shaving soap and shaved with her new
razor. Examining herself in the mirror, she realised that this was something at which she would have to become better ? but it would do for
now. She returned to her very masculine bedroom ? so unlike the one in which slept the maiden who would become her perhaps unwilling
plaything ? and selected the clothes she wished to wear from her new wardrobe. Male clothes. A young man's clothes. She admired herself in
the mirror. Then she left the room and hurried downstairs.
As she approached the breakfast room, a young maid in black dress and white apron curtseyed. 'Good morning, Mister George,' she said.
'Good morning, Ruby.'
'I'm so happy for you, Mister George. I know how long you have wanted this. And you know the staff here are loyal to your family. There will
be no talk outside.'
'Thank you, Ruby. Is my father at breakfast?'
'Yes, Mister George. He is waiting for you. And, Mister George...'
'Yes, Ruby?'
'There are some services I could perform for you, if you wished. You have only to say the word.'
'Why, thank you, Ruby. I may want to see you later.'
'I shall be waiting, Mister George.'
The Colonel stood, his face wreathed in smiles, when Georgina entered the breakfast room. 'My dear boy. My precious son. How are you?'
Georgina smiled. 'I am well, Father,' she said. 'Better than I have ever been.'
'You are at ease in your new body?'
'I love my new body.' She went to the sideboard and began to heap scrambled egg, kidneys and bacon onto a plate. 'And Ruby likes it. She said
there were things she could do for me.'
'She will suck your cock. And she will let you bum her.'
'FATHER!'
'My dear chap, if you are to be my son I shall talk to you as I never could speak to my daughter. Ruby will not willingly give you access to
her cunt, for she cannot risk falling pregnant. But I have taken her often in the rear. You will find her arse welcoming and far easier to
penetrate than a bum that has never been opened by a firm cock. And her mouth has given me much pleasure. It will do the same for you.'
'Really! I had no idea you pleasured yourself with the servants.'
'Why should you? One does not speak of such things to a daughter. But I have been widowed for fifteen years and I am a man like any other. A
man like you, in fact. You will find that you have a need for physical release. I have it, too. Take Ruby to your room after breakfast and
begin your education. It will be all the better for Charlotte if she does not find herself being taken by a virgin.'
'Well, I may, because I have it in mind to ask her to become the girl's lady's maid. You know I never wanted such a thing, but Charlotte will
need to learn to dress as a girl.'
'She will need to learn many other things as well.'
'I fear she will resist at first.'
'My dear, Charlotte is yours to do with as you please. If she makes difficulties, I shall whip her until she sees sense. I have not tanned a
female arse since your mother died.'
'FATHER!'
'Oh, come now. Your mother enjoyed a good spanking, and I enjoyed giving it to her. It was on just such a night that you were conceived.
Women are made to be spanked. And when you have sated yourself with Charlotte, if you feel it would not make you jealous...'
'You want to take her too? But would that not be...would you not feel...'
'You think it would be like fucking my own daughter? An incestuous act?'
'Well, I...'
'When you were a girl you were utterly beautiful. Just like your mother. Of course when I looked at you I sometimes thought that, if you were
not my daughter, I should like to enjoy you. But you WERE my daughter, and so such a thing could not be. But now the same beautiful body
exists, and it is in my house, and my daughter no longer occupies it. If it would make you jealous, of course I shall not trespass there. But
if you harbour no such thoughts...'
'Father. Without you I should still be a girl, which I could not abide, and Charlotte would not be here. You must make yourself as free with
her as you might wish.'
'Thank you. But of course, you must make the first sorties into that tempting new land. And you, too, may have strange thoughts about what
you are doing. For, while I might be said to be enjoying my own daughter, you will seem to be fucking yourself. And she will feel that she is
being fucked by HERself. Oh, it will be an interesting time.'
Breakfast over, Georgina left the room and beckoned to Ruby, who had made sure that she was in sight. 'Come with me,' she said, 'and let us
look in on the woman who I intend will become your new mistress, for I hope you will agree to be her lady's maid. She is new to the life of a
woman and she will need help.'
'She may resent me, sir.'
'Then I shall deal with her.'
When they reached Charles's bedroom, Georgina opened the door quietly. Charles lay on his back in a sound sleep, his long auburn hair partly
hiding his beautiful face. The two visitors tiptoed across the floor. They looked down on the sleeping figure. Then Georgina took the blanket
in her hands and drew it gently down, dropping it on the floor at the foot of the bed. The nightdress was still in position to below
Charles's knees, for it looked as though he had scarcely moved in the night.
'Would you like me to take the nightdress off her?' asked Ruby.
'No. There is no need. I am well acquainted with her body, for it was mine until yesterday. I shall wait until she is awake to see it again.
But what we can do now is to prepare the clothes she will wear then. Look, let me show you what I have bought. You remember the trips I made
to London?'
'I do, Mister George. And I remember all the bags and boxes you came back with.'
'Now you shall see what was in some of them. They are not the kind of clothes I would ever have worn, for I mean her to be a very feminine
young lady and I could never abide femininity in myself.'
With that, Georgina began to open drawers and two wardrobes, and showed Ruby a series of stylish and expensive skirts, blouses and frocks as
well as silk underwear of a kind Ruby had never seen before.
'You are to be her maid,' said Georgina. 'Choose for her. Pick out the things that would be right for a young woman making her first
appearance in the world.'
And so Ruby picked out the most delicate and womanly things she could find ? a pair of lace-edged, wide-legged yellow silk French knickers;
an almost translucent suspender belt; a pair of the sheerest nylon stockings; a full length silk petticoat; and a pale yellow brassiere that
combined expensive softness with the size required to hold the voluptuous breasts Charles had inherited from Georgina. 'How I hated those
breasts when they were mine,' said Georgina.
'I know you did, Mister George.'
'And how I shall love to fondle them on her.'
'Do you mean to fall in love with her, Mister George?'
'It is too early to speak of that. Perhaps. But for now I mean to use her like a trollop.'
'And do you mean to use me, Mister George?'
'I do, Ruby. The moment we have finished here. Pick out a frock and let us be gone to my room.'
Ruby selected a frock and moved it, still on its hanger, to the hook on the back of the door. 'Will you take me in the mouth or the back
passage, Mister George?'
'I have always admired your arse, Ruby. Its a very ample, female derriere. I think I should like to know it better.'
Ruby reached into her apron pocket and pulled out a bottle of oil. 'Then we shall need this.'
In Georgina's bedroom, Ruby undressed with no sign of embarrassment. Then she took all the pillows and piled them on top of each other in the
middle of the bed. She handed the bottle to Georgina. 'Make your John Thomas slick with this, Mister George. Then use your fingers to work it
into my bum hole. Use plenty. You cannot have too much oil for what we are about to do.' She climbed onto the bed and lay face down on the
little mountain of pillows, her knees spread, her bottom invitingly raised, her face pressed against the coverlet.
Georgina took off her trousers and her underpants and, tucking her shirt out of the way, climbed onto the bed between Ruby's outstretched
legs. She did as she had been instructed with the oil. As she worked her slippery fingers into the maid's fundament, she felt her cock
stretching to an almost uncomfortable size. This, she thought. This is what I have longed for. This desire ? this naked lust. I never wanted
any man inside me, but now I long to be inside a woman. This is what it means to be a man.
'Use three fingers, Mister George,' said Ruby. 'Stretch me. Make me ready to take you into me. Oh, my,' she sighed, 'that feels so good.'
Then, 'I am ready, Mister George.' She reached back with both hands to hold her bottom cheeks apart. 'Put your thing at the hole. You will
need to push hard, Mister George, and I shall push back.'
At first, it felt to Georgina as though she would never gain entrance, for the maid's bottom resisted her. But then there was movement, and
give, and she had pushed two inches into the girl.
'Wait, Mister George,' gasped Ruby. 'Just stay there a moment.'
'Oh, Ruby. Am I hurting you?'
'No, Mister George, you are not. But the passage needs a moment or two to stretch itself before you...oh. There. Now. Press on, Mister
George. Enter me to the limit. My, but that is a splendid tool you have gained from Miss Charlotte.'
Georgina pressed home, so that her hips rested against naked buttocks.
'Now, Mister George. Imagine you are on your favourite hunter, and you are the daring horseman I am sure you are. Ride me, Mister George.
Ride me like youve never ridden before.'
And Georgina did, and as she rode she reached her hands out for the treasure beneath her. She fondled the girl's breasts as they pressed into
the coverlet; she raised one hand and slapped Ruby's bottom, hard; and then she reached down below herself and slid a thumb into the maid's
soaking wet vagina, rolling the clitoris until Ruby screamed a stifled scream of joyous orgasm. And then, finally, she spent for the second
time that day, shooting her load into Ruby's compliant arse. 'Oh, Mister George,' whispered Ruby. 'That was so good.'
They lay still for a while, and then Ruby slipped out from beneath Georgina and stood up. 'Wait there, Mister George,' she said, as she went
into the bathroom. She was gone for some time, and when she returned she was carrying a wet flannel cloth, some soap and a towel. She
arranged Georgina in a sitting position on the side of the bed and knelt between her legs, where she began to wash the half-soft, half-erect
cock. When she was done she took it into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it, tasting it.
'That is good, Mister George,' she said. 'You are nice and clean, ready to take Miss Caroline.'
The two stood side by side as they dressed. Ruby said, 'I wonder when she will wake?'
'Not till after lunch, I think,' said Georgina. 'It was a heavy dosage.'
'And will you take her straight away?'
'No, Ruby. Throw myself on her as soon as she wakes? She needs time first to come to terms with being a girl. I think you had better be
around when she comes to. I shall be on the terrace, ready to help if you need me.'
'Very well, Mister George.'
In fact, it was almost three in the afternoon when Charles woke. He lay rigid, aware that something was wrong but not daring to explore what
it was. At last, he touched his hand to his chest. The shock left him silent for further minutes. And then he began to whimper.
There was a knock at the door and Ruby entered. 'Oh, Miss Charlotte, you are awake!'
'Miss...Miss Charlotte? But my name is Charles. Im a man.'
Ruby had crossed to the bed. 'Oh, I dont think so, Miss Charlotte.' She raised Charles's nightdress, took his hand and placed it between his
legs. 'You dont find many men with one of these.'
Charles snatched his hand away and began to cry. He turned over, face down on the bed. How could this have happened? What on earth had been
done to him? He sobbed uncontrollably.
Ruby went to the window, looked down at Georgina on the terrace and beckoned. Then she returned to the bed, climbed up on it and put an arm
round Charles's shoulder. 'There, now, Miss Charlotte. Don't cry. You don't want Mister George to see you like this, do you?'
'What have you done to me?' The door opened and Georgina entered the room. Charles sat bolt upright and pointed at her. 'But...but thats ME!'
'No, Miss Charlotte. That is Mister George.'
The sobbing increased. 'I don't understand. What has happened? Who has done this?'
Georgina joined Ruby on the bed and took Charles's tear-stained face in her hands. 'My dear. You remember the Colonel who brought you here?'
Charles nodded.
'He is my father. I was a girl, and I hated it. I knew I was a beautiful girl ? you may see just how beautiful simply by looking at yourself
in the mirror ? but I did not wish to be a girl. From the earliest times I wanted to be a boy. So the Colonel found you, and he brought you
here, and you slept. And while you were sleeping, my father's man Rajeesh, who is skilled in the arts of the East, induced you to move from
your body to mine. Just as I have moved from my body to yours. So you are now Miss Charlotte instead of Charles, and I am Mister George
instead of Georgina.'
Charles stared at her in disbelief. 'You have stolen my body!'
'Have I? Yes, I suppose I have. But I have given you a really beautiful one in its place.'
Charles felt rebellion growing within him. 'You did not want to be a girl. Neither did I. Why should you have what you want, when it means I
can not?'
He stiffened as he felt Georgina's hand move gently down from his cheek to his breast. He wanted to resist, and he did not, and he knew that
resistance was not possible. Whatever this man wanted from him, he was going to take, and Charles was going to give it ? whether he wanted to
or not. 'My dear,' said Georgina. 'That is the way of the world. Some people have the power to take what they want, and I am one of them.
Some people do not have the strength to prevent them, and you are one of those.' Charles felt the hand on his breast tweak ever so gently at
his nipple. 'You are a girl now, Charlotte ? Lottie ? and a girl is what you are going to stay, so why not make the best of it?'
The tears had stopped. 'This is my punishment,' Charles said. 'I knew what I did was wrong. It was sinful. And now I am being punished.'
The hand moved from his breast to his waist, where the other joined it. Charles felt the strangest mix of emotions. He was in a body he would
have sworn he did not want to be in, and being held in a way he would have been certain he did not wish to be held, and yet he lacked even
the will to draw away. He let himself be held. When Georgina pulled him gently towards her, he allowed it. His head came to rest on her
shoulder.
'What did you do that was wrong, darling?' asked Georgina.
'I wore my mothers clothes.' He felt such relief in whispering these words. What he had thought would always be a shameful secret was in the
open, shared, and the release was intense.
He saw the look that passed between Georgina and Ruby. Then Georgina kissed him on the forehead, and hugged him, and Charles let it happen.
'When did you do that, Lottie?'
'While she was still alive, I wanted her to take notice of me. I thought, if I had been a girl, she might have liked me more, and so I tried
to act like one. And then, when she was gone, I would wear her knickers under my clothes. Sometimes, if the house was empty and I knew no-one
would come, I would put on a petticoat and a frock as well.'
He let himself relax into Georgina's hug. 'Did you enjoy wearing womens underwear?' she asked.
'Yes,' he whispered. 'Yes. I did.'
'Ruby,' said Georgina. 'Show Miss Charlotte the underwear we have prepared for her first day as a woman.'
When Ruby held up the suspender belt and the French knickers, Charles gasped. 'Did your mother wear underwear like this?' asked Georgina.
'No. No, she did not.'
'And do you think you would enjoy wearing these?'
Charles did not answer at first. He knew the feverish beating of his heart must be obvious to both Ruby and Georgina. His emotions were in
turmoil. This was quite the most beautiful underwear he had ever seen. To have it next to his skin, instead of the rough and chafing things
that society dictated men should wear, would be heaven. He struggled to put his thoughts in order, to understand what he really wanted. What
he said and did now would decide how his life was to be. Happiness was not impossible, even in his changed circumstances. And, he had to face
it, he had not been happy in his life before.
'Do you have a hanky?' he asked.
Georgina took a clean handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to him. Charles dabbed at his eyes. He took a deep breath. 'Yes,' he said.
'Yes, I would enjoy wearing those.'
Georgina clapped her hands. 'Splendid. Then let me suggest this. I shall leave you, and Ruby will help you bathe, and repair the ravages those tears have done to your poor, lovely face, and then she will dress you and bring you to me. You and I will walk to the summer house, and talk, and we shall take tea there. How does that sound?'
Charles nodded. When Georgina leaned forward to kiss him on the forehead, Charles found that he wished it could be on the lips, but he did
not feel able to ask for that. He had accepted his position. He was now a woman, and his role was to be submissive, and submit was what he
would do. He realised with a start that submission was what he wanted.
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