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Once they got back to Christine's house she asked Jemima to make them coffee as she sat in the lounge, amused at seeing him getting used to walking in his unaccustomed tight skirt. He returned, presenting the coffee with a neat bob, to her delight.

"Sit down Jemima, let's have a talk before you start work," Christine said kindly. "Now, be completely honest, did you find that experience exciting, sexy, humiliating, frightening - how would you sum it up?"

Jeremy thought for a few seconds then shrugged. "All of those really. At times I just wanted it to stop, at other times it was incredibly sexy - and, yes, I was frightened all the time."

Christine regarded him carefully. "Did you think I was being cruel to you?"

"Yes, I did." He paused. "But that was very sexy really, I don't know, just being in your power was weirdly exciting."

"Would you like to do it again?"

"I'd be terrified - but I don't really have a choice do I? I've agreed to your conditions so I must do whatever you ask."

Christine smiled. "Yes, but I'd like to make what we do together enjoyable for both of us. Now I know you've said that you enjoyed parts of that experience, and I must say that I enjoyed all of it, particularly when I teased and embarrassed you, that made me feel very sexy indeed, as you'll find out soon! But apart from me deliberately making things awkward for you, which was all part of the fun, what did you find a real problem?"

"Well, I suppose the fact that just about everyone could see that I was a man trying on women's clothes and then leaving the store wearing them was the most difficult thing. I've fantasised about situations like that many times but the reality.......well........??

Christine regarded him thoughtfully. "Look, you are a biological man, a very well built, handsome man, I enjoy certain parts of your masculinity and I don't think that I would want that part of you to disappear." She paused. "But I," she continued, "and I think you, get a real kick out of putting you in situations where it is obvious that you are a petticoated man, under the control of a dominant woman and I want that to continue - don't you?" He nodded slowly. "But there will be situations where I would like you to appear in public presenting as a woman, business events, holidays ..........I don't think that you could ever pass close inspection as a woman but with work I think you could certainly pass to the casual observer, how would you feel about that?"

"What sort of thing have you in mind."

"Well, a nice hairdo, professional make up, some artificial curves to help your body shape.....all would help. I, of course, will continue to train and guide you to achieve a more feminine appearance and manner. I think that once you get more confident that will help you to behave naturally and avoid unwanted attention." She regarded him firmly. "Because, make no mistake, I will be requiring you to leave the house fairly often, either with me or, eventually, on your own. We both, very clearly enjoy the buzz of exposing you in public. So are you prepared to work with me to achieve that?"

He nodded slowly. "Yes, of course." He gulped eventually. "But as you say you don't think I will ever pass close inspection as a woman, I'm not really clear what my role is to be."

Christine smiled and thought for a while "That's a very good question. Like you, I've never done anything like this before and we must almost learn together what works and what doesn't. My view, I suppose, is that when we are out in public I would like us to appear to the casual observer as lady friends, not particularly attracting much attention." She paused and thought further. "When we are in social company, either here or elsewhere, I would like people to see you as a heterosexual crossdressed male, my lover and companion. Here, in the house, of course, you will be my submissive crossdressed employee, PA, Housemaid, maidservant, whatever position you are filling at the time. Does that answer your question?"

"Yes, I can see that, thank you, I think I understand now what I must do, but when do I get to wear male clothing?"

"You don't, except in extreme emergency, and I can't really see when that might be - can you?"

"Well, I obviously need to visit my mother from time, she knows I've changed my job and is obviously quite curious," he said, his hands fidgeting in his lap as he tried to adjust his skirt.

Christine smiled wryly. "I've thought of that, don't worry, it's all arranged. Next week I've booked you into my stylist for a hairdo and makeover and that afternoon your mother, and your sister I believe, are coming for afternoon tea - served by Jemima of course!"

Jeremy looked absolutely horrified. "No, No you can't do that," he started. Christine cut him short.

"Don't be silly, it's the only way. Just think what it would be like if she met you out, or she needed you suddenly. This way everything can be explained calmly to her and she can get accustomed to her son's new persona in her own time - much better for all concerned I feel."

"But Christine..."

"No buts, that's what's going to happen! I'm sure it will be a pleasant family gathering, now, we've both got work to do, coffee break has lasted long enough. As you're dressed for the part you can start dealing with some of the admin jobs I've given you, hurry along." As the mortified gurl started to clear the coffee service she pecked him on the cheek and fondled his bottom suggestively. "You look really cute in a tight skirt, how nice to have a pretty PA to harass." She giggled as she turned him round and noted the immediate bulge appear in the front of his skirt. "On second thoughts I think that we had better go upstairs and deal with this," stroking him gently to the accompaniment of his soft groans of pleasure!

And so the new life began for Jemima. Each day was a new adventure as Christine explored the possibilities her new "gurl" presented. Office work, cleaning, cooking, always wearing a beautiful feminine outfit appropriate to his role at the time. Christine quickly purchased online some breast forms to give him a bust and some hip pads to give him, combined with his corselette, a more female body shape and each day had to practice walking, turning, sitting, all in a most ladylike manner. It was emhasised to him that all this was for his own good as he would soon be required to venture outside and the more convincing image of femininity that he could project, the less unwanted attention he would attract.

Throughout the week uppermost in Jeremy's mind that was the dreaded meeting with his mother and sister. On a number of occasions he attempted to dissuade Christine from this course of action but she abruptly dismissed his appeals, saying that this had to be faced, and was an important step in their relationship.

Finally the dreaded day dawned and Christine appeared happily as he prepared her breakfast in his smart black and white uniform. Kissing him lightly she spoke softly to him, "I have some good news for you about today." Hope sprang into his mind. "Firstly, at no small cost, my stylist, Tonya, has agreed to come here to do your face and hair rather than you going to her salon as I know that you've been so concerned about that, haven't you?" He nodded quickly and thanked her, curtsying as he did so. "But understand that after today, with your image upgrade, you will be required to appear in public whenever I require it - do you understand?" He curtsied again, hoping against hope that better news was coming. "Secondly, and I'm really delighted about this, my mother has made the time to join us for our little tea party this afternoon. You are very honoured, Mummy is a very busy lady and has gone to a lot of trouble to rearrange things to meet my Jemima - isn't that lovely?" Jeremy's face was a picture. Laughingly Christine repeated, "Well - isn't it?"

Jeremy found his mouth too dry to answer and nodded. "Right, I want you looking absolutely perfect for our guests and I'm sure that Tonya will manage that so go and get ready. Take off your uniform and put on your negligee ready for your first hairdo and beauty treatment as a young lady, I know I'm going to be so proud of you this afternoon!"

And so a short while later Jemima met Christine's friend and stylist Tonya. He blushed scarlet as he was introduced, standing in his bra, pants, slip and lovely satin negligee. Tonya laughed as he instinctively bobbed a little curtsy. "My, Christine, I see you've been busy training this new girl, haven't you."

Jemima was asked to sit as Tonya walked slowly round him, assessing what needed to be done. She ran her hand through his hair. "Hmm, just about long enough for a nice page boy bob I think - is that what you have in mind?" Christine agreed, then added, "Yes and a light facial and makeover, nothing too dramatic, I don't want him looking like a drag queen!" "No problem," said Tonya with a smile. "Nails?" "Yes, but again, just a fairly pale pink, I think Jemima should be a fairly reserved young lady when she serves our special guests this afternoon."

Tonya started to ready her equipment with a happy smile, "Well, this is certainly a first for me Christine, thankyou for giving me this opportunity to practice my skills - a new challenge!"

"Not at all, thankyou, not everyone would be prepared to take this on. I also want this to be something of a training session for Jemima. Please explain to him what you're doing and demonstrate the correct way to apply everything." Then to Jemima, "Pay very careful attention young lady, you will be practicing what you are shown this morning every day - I want you to be completely proficient in these girly skills very soon."

Tonya went to get some equipment from her car and Christine smilingly approached the seated Jemima "So be honest, my love, this is yet another of your fantasies that I'm making come true for you, isn't it? When I was researching the subject of petticoating prior to bringing you here being given a makeover was a frequent storyline for the petticoated man." Then stroking him playfully through his satin negligee, "Just think what it'll be like when you go to the salon for Tonya's girls to work on you!" This brought an immediate response resulting in a very noticeable bulge in his undies as Tonya returned to the room!

Tonya laughingly fastened a very frilly pink coverall on the blushing Jemima. "I think you need this, Jemima, I don't want to be looking at THAT whilst I'm working - very distracting."

The next hour or so was a combination of torment and ecstasy for Jemima as Tonya, with frequent teasing, applied her skills to the subtle transformation of her subject. Christine was quite right of course, Jeremy had often fantasised about just such a situation, little imagining that it would ever become reality. He marvelled again at how he had been completely (and often voluntarily) ensnared by his mistress, how had all this happened in a few weeks? And how much was he enjoying it?

Finally his daydream was interrupted as Tonya called Christine into the room to inspect the finished article. Christine was delighted. "That's perfect Tonya, just the image I was looking for. A rather boyish but undoubtedly feminized young lady." She regarded him thoughtfully, "At a glance people will see a smart young lady..........but when I decide to expose him to closer contact they will see a feminized young man, submissively under the control of his mistress...... just perfect, thankyou so much!"

Tonya smiled as she packed her equipment. "I enjoyed it, a real new experience. I don't know how you've got here Christine but I will be happy to help in Jemima's development whenever you like." Then with a wicked smile at Jemima, "And I'm sure that the girls in my salon are going to just love their new customer!"

Christine showed Jemima out then turned to Jemima. "Right, we'll have a light lunch then you can get ready to meet our guests, we'll have to decide the most appropriate costume for your debut."

As they ate their lunch together Jeremy made one last attempt to avert his fate of meeting his family and "mother in law" in his Jemima persona. Christine however was not to be deterred, reiterating her view that it was necessary that his mother and sister were fully aware of his new position in life as soon as possible and that Vanessa, her mother, had the opportunity to meet her daughter's new partner - and to be fully aware of the nature of their relationship. Jeremy had little choice but to agree, not realizing that his worst fears were about to be exceeded!

Christine stroked her chin thoughtfully. "Now, what shall we have you wearing for this occasion?" Jeremy was stunned when she continued. "I've decided that your lovely maid's costume would be best.....," Oh no Christine," he blurted but she quickly silenced him. "Oh yes my love. I paid a fortune to have that made for you and it has hardly been worn. You look quite spectacular in it and it will demonstrate very clearly to everyone your subservient position in our relationship."

Jeremy tried to be forceful. "No Christine, really, that's just too humiliating, please?"

"Jemima, you agreed that I would always have the final say in everything about our relationship. I know that , despite your protests, you will secretly love to wear your beautiful costume, anyway I've decided that you will wear it, so you certainly will!" She noted Jeremy's shoulders slump and his head drop, good, he had, once again, bowed (or perhaps curtsied?) to her authority.

"Think of it like this, that is by far the most feminine costume that you have, by going to this extreme we will avoid any subsequent shocks. In fact, after this you will be very pleased to be presented in your housekeeping uniform, or, better still, your office skirt suit, won't you?"

Jeremy nodded glumly, she realized that he was close to tears. "Don't you dare cry, Jemima dear, if you spoil the make up that we've just spent so much time and money on - I might have to put you over my knee and spank you in front of our guests. Just imagine that, over my knee with your skirts and petticoats up exposing your lovely frilly knickers." She laughed at the startled expression on his face at this new development. She looked at her watch. "Now go and get your costume on, they'll be arriving in about half an hour and I want to inspect you before that"

As he rose from the table she patted his satin-clad bottom. "Go on, get moving, I'll clear lunch away while you get ready."

And so, about 20 minutes later, Jemima appeared in the kitchen in his ultra-feminine maid's uniform.

Christine looked up. "Curtsy please," she said firmly. Looking a little taken aback, Jemima took her skirts and petticoats delicately in his hands and executed a passable curtsy. "That's better," said Christine. "You are now dressed as a maid and as such must always curtsy on entering or leaving a room in the presence of ladies - me or anyone else - you do understand?"

As he nodded, and curtsied again, Christine took in the wonderful sight in front of her. Here he stood, a few short weeks on from presenting as a smart, handsome young man, clad from head to foot in the traditional uniform of a humble, and very feminine, lady's maid. She smiled to herself as she took in the beautiful black satin dress, flared out at knee length over a mass of frilly white petticoats, just showing a few inches below the skirt of the dress, which also had very pretty white frills at the collar and cuffs. The lovely white satin full pinny, extravagantly frilled around every edge, and all topped off with an elaborate white cap with trailing ribbons down his back. She was pleased to note that he had fixed the cap perfectly on his new hairdo. She looked downwards with approval at his perfectly fitted black stockings and court shoes with 2" heels, which he now seemed to be managing comfortably. She indicated that he should turn around, which he did, the taffeta of his petticoats rustling delightfully as he moved, and was delighted to see that he had gone to the trouble of ensuring that his full pinny was perfectly aligned, the bow tied so that the length of the ties were perfectly even. God, this was so sexy, she was getting moist just standing here watching her plans come so delightfully to fruition. The maid's costume had been worth every penny!

"That's perfect Jemima, so sexy, I'm so proud of you, I can't wait to show you off. I think I'll have a job keeping my sex-mad mother's hands off you. I can hear a car arriving, you wait here in the kitchen and I'll come and get you when they're all here." She kissed him lightly. "I love you Jemima," she breathed in his ear, "just wait till later!"

Jeremy felt that his legs were shaking so much with fear? Excitement? Whatever, he had to sit down and compose himself. He could hear the familiar voices of his mother and sister, Lucy, and then another, quite authorative voice that he guessed must be Christine's mother, Vanessa. After a few minutes of apparent small talk he started as the kitchen door opened and his beautiful Christine stood there. She held out her hand. "Come on," she coaxed. He shook his head. "No..." With a sigh and a shake of the head Christine quickly crossed the kitchen and took him by the hand, pulling him from the chair and quickly to the door. There was a sudden silence as she pushed the door open.

"Ladies this is Jemima, be nice to her, she's still a new girl and a bit nervous." With that he felt himself propelled forward - into a whole new chapter!