Nanny -t

"That was very nice." Leslie said contentedly after Anne had cleared off most
of the table between us and left the room. She looked out through the window at
the grounds. "Lovely!" she sighed. "I always just love coming here! So
tranquil. So peaceful!"
I smiled across the table at her. "Like some coffee now Leslie? Black if I
remember? I'll pour."
She gazed at me and dabbed her lips with her napkin. "That would be lovely Alan.
Thanks."

She settled back as I poured. I wasn't sure why she'd wanted to speak to me but
being the principal lawyer for Muriel's estate I certainly wasn't going to
decline. She was an outspoken feminist and after Muriel's death I must admit
that I'd done some prying to discover if there were any way I could replace her.
That hadn't happened. I knew Muriel always took care of business, but I
quickly found out that everything was tied up into Leslie's capable hands. On
top of that? I knew that I was a dilettante at business so soon settled back
into a life of idleness and comfort.

"Very nice Alan," Leslie said after taking a sip of coffee. "But I suppose that
I'd better get down to business."
"Oh drat!" I said softly. "I thought this was just a social call."
She smiled. "I love coming here dear. But business is business." She opened up
a leather brief case and extracted a folder. Opened it and placed it on the
table in front of her.

"You must be well aware that I am a feminist Alan – and I truthfully hope you
don't mind. I can't help but be happy about being the chosen conservator of a
large estate when it is one of the most perfect examples of a matriarchy that I
have ever seen, and if it shows at times? You have my apologies in advance."
She took another sip of her coffee, her bright eyes smiling at me. Looked at
the folder again as if to remember what it contained, but I knew that the
contents were memorized.

"You weren't poor when you married Muriel." She continued. "But she was rich.
Damned good at staying that way too. Quite frankly dear? She simply swallowed
your estate and made it part of hers." She looked at me with a quiet challenge
in her eyes.
I felt uneasy. Shrugged. "I didn't mind. Muriel was much more attuned to that
sort of thing than I was."
She smiled. "Yes. She was, wasn't she? But although her wishes were firmly
established there are certain things that she wanted done for Angela her
daughter that you should now approve. I know that she's Muriel's daughter by a
previous marriage, but her biological father just got killed – so you are now,
without contest, Angela's ward. At her age, she can't be expected to make
decisions for herself."

I laughed. "Angela can take care of Angela I think. Muriel made a point of
educating her here at home and," I laughed again, "She's a chip off the old
block. Very strong willed and smart from what I can see."
Leslie laughed with me. "That's been the problem. It's taken me a little while
to contact Miss Grimsby as she's been away on vacation – but she was Muriel's
chosen nanny for Angela. I've contacted her and she was free to accept our very
generous terms."
"So, why ask me?" I said a little huffily. "Seems that I'm nowhere in this
transaction.:

A small, evil, smile played over Leslie's mouth. "What you say is,
unfortunately, true. But it follows Muriel's stated wishes – and trust me.
It's practically unbreakable. I'm here to tell you though that you are the only
person in the world who could create problems in this regard – California law
with regard to minors being what it is. Muriel DID foresee something like this
taking place though. I don't quite know how to say this Alan – but it boils
down to this. You have a very comfortable lifestyle here and she has set you
for life. But there are two things that could jar your relationship with the
estate – and I don't think you'd find reaction to behavior like that pleasant.
To be blunt? I think that you'd find yourself impoverished."

I found myself drawing back at this barely concealed threat. Leslie took
another sip of coffee, her eyes fixed on me.
"The things are?" I managed weakly to fill the silence.
"First, you will sign this paper here offering Miss Grimsby the position as
Nanny to Angela. Trust me. It is ironclad. Once you sign it Miss Grimsby
becomes a member of this household that you can NOT fire. The cost of getting
rid of her is prohibitive."

I shrugged my shoulders. "You had me worried there for a minute Leslie. I'm not
going to give you any problems with signing that. You know I never interfered
with Muriel's edicts. Why should I start now? Can I have that paper and I'll
sign it."
She smiled at me and slid the paper and a pen over. I started to sign it.
"Aren't you going to read it?" She asked softly.
"Why?" I asked, signing it and passing it over.
"Why not indeed?" she said, taking it and putting it in the folder. Then she
smiled at me. "As always Alan, you make life for me much easier than I thought.
Miss Grimsby should be here very soon. Maybe tomorrow."
I shrugged. "I'll have Anne get a nice room ready for her."
"Wonderful. Just do make it close to Angela's suite. They should be close
physically."

I nodded, then the thought struck me. "Leslie? You said there were two things?"
She laughed and hit her forehead with the heel of her hand. "Old age! It'll be
the death of me yet!" She then proceeded to tell me what the second thing was –
and the consequences of me fighting it. The look of enjoyment on her face grew
as she went further into the explanation and my blood got colder.

Finally I spoke. "Am I understanding this Leslie? Shortly, when Angela becomes
ten yours old – TEN? She basically becomes in charge of this estate?"
Leslie smiled. "Yes. As I said before, Muriel was a great believer in the power
of a matriarchy and wanted to make sure that Angela would take her place. She
really didn't think that you'd try a power grab." Here she smiled beatifically
at me. "She knew how peaceful you are, Alan. Just wanted to make sure that any
male influence you wanted would be curtailed. Wants to make sure that you don't
try and control Angela."

"Hmmm! Sounds more like me being under Angela's control than the other way
around," I grumbled.
"Yes. It does. Doesn't it?" she smiled. "Angela couldn't get rid of you but
could probably make your life quite unpleasant."
I didn't answer the smile. Something else was bothering me. "Leslie? You always
use lawyer terms – and you said that Muriel KNEW of my peaceful ways." I
blushed a little. "Even if she told you – wouldn't that be hearsay?"
"It probably has some of these elements in it," she admitted. "But you see – she
explains all this in her diaries." Her evil smile returned. "All about you as
well."
I blushed even more as her words sunk in. "Could I have those diaries Leslie?"
"No. Afraid not. Muriel had other uses for them that I can't divulge right
now."

She put her empty coffee cup down on the table and got up. Came around the table
– and actually patted me on the head – as one would pat a pet. "You'll be all
right dear! You've just lived in a matriarchy for so long that you've forgotten
what freedom is like. Now you live in a new matriarchy – just one with different
mistresses. I'm sure you'll settle right in!" She patted me again. "SURE of
it! Just continue to be your own sweet peaceful self – and you'll get on with
Miss Grimsby just fine!"

Miss Grimsby arrived a few days later and I breathed a sigh of relief. I don't
know what I'd been expecting really, but this fresh faced woman was nothing to
be scared of. She WAS big, but I was getting used to this. The fact that I'm
small in stature is something I've got used to over the years – and Muriel had
seemed to enjoy the company of big women. Even to the extent that Ann our maid
and Marge the cook were much taller and wider than me. Miss Grimsby was no
exception. Probably about five ten and weighing about one hundred and sixty
pounds she far out sized me. Not fat by any means, but a vigorous healthy
woman.

She settled in very quickly and Angela, who can be a handle, fell in love with
her immediately. As far as I could tell there was nothing warm and cuddly about
the new Nanny. When she spoke to Angela it was with kindness and love – but she
expected to be obeyed – and she was. She was just a servant like Ann and Marge
I suppose – but right away they treated her like a superior. Frankly, I was a
little jealous of her. They'd always been polite enough to me I suppose, but to
her they were damn near subservient. Friendly towards her which was what she
seemingly wanted – but only too willing to be at her beck and call.

Miss Grimsby, Angela, and I ate every night in the dining room. I had a secret
objection to eating with a mere child, but she had been brought up to have an
adult dinner and, by god, that's what she had. And it wasn't too bad. Little
by little, I started to enjoy their company. Even Angela wasn't too bad. She
wasn't tiny – more like her mother and large, but I was bigger than her. Not by
much, granted, and her assurance and style always made her seem taller than she
was – but she was just a ten year old girl. I will admit that she'd fix her
pale blue, almost colorless, eyes on me through her sandy ;ashes and make a
comment or ask a question – and I could feel myself quail – just as I'd done
with her mother.

I really don't know when it started that I knew I was no longer boss of the
house. I never had been when Muriel was alive, but after she'd died. Being the
adult in charge had sort of left its mark on me. But some time after Miss
Grimsby's arrival, it dawned on me that the servants doted on her more than me.
They also gave Angela her due – but the real boss was Miss Grimsby – followed
by Angela. Me? They were polite enough I guess – but I barely counted if at
all. But as if that wasn't bad enough, I realized that Angela and her Nanny
felt the same way! There was nothing obvious of course, but it just seemed to
be that if either of them asked me to do something? It had better get done.

The start of my decline in importance may have begun the day of Leslie's visit –
I don't know, it wasn't anything that could be pointed to. But I know that the
real decline started one night at dinner. Miss Grimsby turned to me. "Alan? I
was talking to Angela and know what?"
"What?" I asked pleasantly.
"We both agree that your company would liven her bed time!"
"What do you mean by that, huh?" I said, still smiling. "You girls spend time
around nine-thirty settling Angela down to bed. I can't see that you need a man
around."

"On the contrary!" Miss Grimsby said. "She spends far too much of her time
amongst women. Having you present would give her more experience of men."
"I don't mean to be presumptuous," I said. "But I don't think I reflect the male
personality that is wanted. I don't have that rough, tough, exterior that you
probably want."
Miss Grimsby looked aghast. "But you're wrong Alan! You are much nicer than most
men – but that is what I think Angela needs at this stage. A nice man! A
peaceful man! Someone who will show her the softer aspects of masculinity."

There was something insulting here but I couldn't put my finger on it. I did,
however, manage a grin. "I don't think that . ."
"Alan?" Angela said quietly. "We're simply asking you to join us as something
that will help Nanny in easing my approach to adulthood. Are you refusing?"
Her tone was quiet and non threatening but I looked at those cold pale eyes and
figured that there could possibly be a threat there. Suddenly remembered that
this little girl might be making decisions on my future within a year or so. Now
was no time to get her angry.

"Ha ha! Of course not!" I replied. "Anything I can do to help!"
She nodded. "Good. Be there after your shower. Say nine thirty?" And she
turned her head in dismissal!
"I don't normally shower that early!" I said. Talking to the back of her head.
She turned back around to me slowly. Fixed me with her cold eyes. "So?"

There was a pause before it dawned on me that this was all she was going to say.
"No problem! No problem at all! I'll be there at nine thirty!" I babbled.
"Looking forward to that," she said slowly and stared at me until I lowered my
eyes in shame. I had just been firmly put in place – by a ten year old girl!
As I said, that point may have been the start of my downfall.

I had this strange feeling of nervousness as I approached Angela's door that
night. I had found myself taking extra care with my appearance and I was in
fresh pajamas and my paisley patterned silk gown. Brown leather slippers. I
knocked.
"Come in," said Angela's voice and I found myself swallowing as I let myself
into the bedroom.

I had never been there much and not at all since Miss Grimsby came. I did see
some differences immediately. Angela's bed was large and circular canopied
overhead – a veritable Hollywood bed! She reclined I guess you can say in a
nest of pillows on top of a pink duvet. She was in a very adult nightgown for
such a young girl – though I said nothing of course.
"Well! Don't you look nice!" Miss Grimsby said. Looked at her watch. "And
almost on time too!"

I found myself stammering out an excuse, but she waved me away.
"Don't believe that! She's a bear for punctuality!" Angela said brightly. "When
we say a certain time? That's what we mean." Then she looked at her Nanny.
"But no inspection?"
"Miss Grimsby laughed. "Oh Angela! He's an adult!"
Angela drew herself up. "You tell me that I'M an adult almost. That's not fair
if you don't!"
Miss Grimsby shrugged at me. "Would you mind showing me your fingernails
please?"
"Huh?"
"Please? Angela wants things kept fair."

And I found myself – like a little kid, presenting myself for Miss Grimsby's
inspection. She didn't fool around either – and I was glad I'd scrubbed my
fingernails. She also checked the back of my neck – and asked if I'd brushed my
teeth. I was blushing and thoroughly chastened by the time I was allowed to go
pick up a chair and move it closer to the bed. The chair was heavy and I was
having a bit of a struggle when Miss Grimsby stood beside me. "Let me," she
said gently. Then moved the chair to the desired position with no trouble. Now
I sat and joined the group.

Angela read a fairy story. She was good and I joined Miss Grimsby in making a
small applause. Then Miss Grimsby read some sort of technical manual about the
making of jewelry. Frankly, it was over my head – but Angela asked some very
discerning questions – which impressed me.
Then Miss Grimsby picked a book up from beside her chair. "You're new to our
little group here and as Angela just loves historical Romances – I call them
bodice-rippers – I thought it a good idea if you start off by reading a chapter
each night. It puts her to sleep just nicely and I've started to think that her
getting used to a soft male voice putting her into dreamland is a great idea."

"You think that me reading one of those things is good for her?" I asked
although lightly. I certainly wasn't going to start an argument.
"Of course. Now if you'll just come and sit here to read?"
"Where?"
"On my lap. That way we'll get started all together – and it strengthens her
feelings that males can be non threatening."
"Ha ha! I'm probably far too heavy for you!"
She stopped smiling. "Alan? Please!"
"She sometimes lets ME read from her lap," Angela said, a little jealously as I
moved over to Miss Grimsby and settled myself softly down onto the lap
underneath me..
"Angela? Please. He's a newcomer to this group!" Miss Grimsby said, settling
underneath me and enfolding me.

I was immediately embarrassed when I started to read. The protagonist was a
sweet young country girl who had been drawn into the gay social life in London.
Her name was Rebecca DeLongchamps – daughter of a Regency scoundrel who had left
her alone as the guest of a rich roué. At the beginning, she is preparing for a
grand ball – and I start in detail, describing my petticoats and dresses – how
my benefactors daughter is having me try different cosmetics and such like. I
manage my way through the first chapter – hoping that I'm finished, but Angela
sleepily asks for more – and Miss Grimsby agrees.

Dry mouthed, I start the new chapter – because something has been added to the
mix. Miss Grimsby has slid her hand in between my robe and pajamas – and is
stroking me softly. I struggle, but she simply whispers in my ear to behave. I
am then, reading a romantic story in which I am the heroine, struggling to keep
my virtue, while in actuality soft but strong hands caress me nearer and nearer
to climax.
"Please stop Miss Grimsby" I whisper. "Angela may hear!"
"But that's the idea Helen!" she whispers back and giggled a little. "She may
be asleep now but sub consciously, she's hearing a male being seduced. Now?
Ask me for a kiss! Just loud enough for her to hear if she's listening." She
stroked me to the point of insanity.
"Please may I have a kiss Miss Grimsby?" I ask finally.
"Not so formal dear. You can call me Ma'am. Just like Ann or Marge do."
"Can I have a kiss ma'am?"
As she kissed me forcefully, strong lips on my soft ones. I came – all over my
pajamas and robe.

We sat there quietly for a time and then she put me aside, sitting on the bed.
Then without asking, she stood up simply picked me up in her arms again and
carried me to her room made me open the door for her, then carried me into her
bed area and laid me down. "Now dear? Lay on your back so that you don't mess
my sheets. I have a few questions I want to ask you." She smiled down on me.
"A few questions?"
"Yes. Did you like what I just did to you? I need to know. The diary told me
that you would – but I've never treated a sissy man before – and I want to treat
you right."

She looked HUGE standing above me. "Diary?" was all I managed though.
"It's probably a shame," she said. "But Muriel picked you with one thought in
mind. A nice soft pliable male to help set Angela's mind."
"I'm not THAT pliable," I mumbled defensively.
Nanny shook her head. "She wasn't into sex with little sissies too much.
That's why she got in the habit of taking you on her knees and wanking you. I
agreed with her method – but I'd never done it before until tonight. That's why
I'm asking. I want you to enjoy it too."
"You've read her diary?" I asked helplessly.
She smiled. "Of COURSE! Very enjoyable they are too! Muriel picked me because
I feel the same wayas she – but this is the first time I've seen our ideas done
practically! Angela is being trained just right! Soon I'll take you on my
knees in front of her. I want her to see you enjoying yourself as I make you
cum. She's too young to get much out of it – but it's a good start. Doesn't
that make sense?"

"It matters what I think?" I asked bitterly.
She looked at me kindly. "You're just mad because you're all wet and yucky.
But it makes sense." She shrugged. "If you're made happy? Angela learns the
value of having a happy little male in tow. I mean, I'm not truly all into that
yet – but the diaries point out the value of having a contented sissy under
one's thumb. I can see though that if you're unhappy? Angela sees me treat you
and learns the power a real woman can exert – which is all to the good. Now?
Answer my question please. What did you like about being on my knee and what
didn't you?"

I looked at her. "You're all nuts!" I said. "And my name isn't Helen!"
She beamed! "That was my own idea! Muriel says that she used it once or twice –
but I thought it might be very good at getting you into the proper frame of
mind. After all, I can't really expect you to admit that I'm treating you like a
little sissy – then addressing you as if you were a man, can I? Now – my
question please?"

She was nice enough but adamant.
"Very humiliating," I finally said through tight lips.
"Good! Did you feel like a little child being asked to sit on my knees?"
"Yes."
"And didn't you think that being asked to read the part of a girl – putting on
your petticoats and dresses was perfect?"
"Please don't do that again. It was very embarrassing!" I heard the soft
pleading in my voice.
"Silly thing! It was perfect. You have that whole book to finish! Now after
this. You're not going to argue when it's your turn, are you? Going to pick up
your book and climb up onto my knees and read in a soft little sissy voice?"
She sat down beside me. Put a hand on my thigh and smiled down on me. "Would
you like to go and get cleaned up now? Or should I have some more practice on
you first?"

With a form of horror, I saw my dressing robe rise at the front.
She patted me and smiled tenderly. "See? You liked it! But after this?
You'll come to our little soirees at night time. Then you'll climb onto my knee
and read. Okay?"
"Okay," I said without taking too much time as her hand was already moving on my
thigh.

She was as good as her word – and I was as good as gold – as she put it. For the
following week I appeared every night and went through the shame of being
inspected – sometimes along with Angela. The routine didn't change a great deal
although sometimes Angela would read from Nanny's lap – but I was always last.
Miss Grimsby didn't masturbate me every time but often enough – and I wasn't
sure that Angela was completely asleep every time.

On the surface things didn't alter much, but there were two important changes.
First of all was one that was caused by my behavior. It sounds very weak kneed
but I knew that Miss Grimsby was now my superior. Couldn't help but treat her
accordingly. She'd never ask for anything of me of course, but would smile most
sweetly and thank me when I did little things for her. Suddenly, Ann and Marge
seemed to subconsciously see that I was now servile to her and welcomed me – as
an equal – with acceptance.

The second thing – and I couldn't understand it at first – was that Angela was
friendly to me. For the very first time! I was glad of this of course – but
she made me nervous and I didn't altogether trust her – with good reason as it
turned out. She actually started referring to me as Rebecca – a joke based on
my reading of course – but humiliating given the feminine connotations behind
it. Both laughed as I blushed furiously the first time she did this – which
naturally made her do it again.

And gradually I sank lower and lower in the hierarchy of the house. One time I
asked Ann to get something for me. She gave me a maternal grin and spoke softly.
"I'm awfully busy just now Alan. You wouldn't mind getting it yourself would
you?"
In my lowered status I could only smile weakly. "I guess that would be okay."
Horror of horrors! She actually came over to me and, as I stood transfixed, put
an arm around my shoulders. "You're SO nice! Now on your way back, you pass the
linen closet in the hall. Could you bring me the embroidered table cover from
it? I'd appreciate it SO much!"
And the maid thanked me with a big hug when I did her errand for her!

I can't say what had been leading up to that, but it was another point. Somehow
the word got around - and it became commonplace for anyone in the house to ask
me to do something for them. The most humiliating came when Leslie visited us
again – although this time her business seemed to be more with Miss Grimsby and
Angela than me. We were all in the living area and Ann was serving us. Leslie
asked her a question – how was she doing or something like that. She started to
answer, then smiled. "Oh dear! There's a plateful of biscuits I meant to
bring." She looked at me. "Alan? I'm busy with Miss Leslie just now. Will you
go and bring it?"

And all the women stopped what they were doing and stared at me as I sat.
"Leslie smiled gently at me. "I hear that you've become most helpful around
here? I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. That
would be so nice of you to help Ann while she's talking to me!"

When I returned with the plate of biscuits, Ann was sitting down – still talking
to Leslie. Angela looked up and, with a laugh, said. "These look delicious
Rebecca! Can I have one right now?"
And now, somehow, I had been inveigled into walking around the room, passing out
biscuits to all the women – doing Ann's job while she actually took a biscuit!
Leslie naturally wanted to know why the term Rebecca had been used – and great
merriment ensued as it was described how I'd come by that name – and my great
good humor in taking it – while I stood there with a sickly grin on my face the
women all shooting amused glances at each other.

With the increased friendship between Angela and myself I found that I was drawn
more into her sphere of influence – was wanted to joining her and Miss Grimsby
for shopping in the local town – and my opinion most eagerly sought on clothes
for her. One time, Miss Grimsby had to go and see Leslie about something (She
didn't seem to want me for anything) and I had to take the Nanny's place in the
clothes stores – holding dresses up against myself for Angela's perusal. When
she first indicated I should do that I tried to say that it wasn't my thing. The
cold look I got from her was the first in a long time – but the REBECCA! She
used on me quietly? Clinched it.

In that same shop, she had me hold up a bunch of dresses against myself – more
to teach me a lesson in obedience than anything else I think. Then even the
shop girls seemed to be giggling more than usual when I was made to hold up a
russet satin evening dress – backless and with a very large bow at the backside
– and I finally complained – mildly – again. "I'm not sure about the color
dear. I don't think it would suit you – and don't you think it may be too old
for you?"
She grinned slightly. "Me? I was seeing how it would look on YOU!" I heard a
muffled shriek of laughter coming from behind a rack as I blushed a fiery shade
of red.

As if things weren't bad enough we seemed to be finished with this last shameful
display but then Miss Grimsby appeared having finished with Leslie – and to pay
the bill – it seemed that I wasn't to be trusted.
"Alan?" Angela giggled? "Why don't you get that russet gown and show Nanny how
it looks on you?" Naturally, this appealed to the sales girls and one
immediately ran to the rack where it had been put pack and headed for me with it
in her arms, smiling at me invitingly.

I felt the insult rise in me. "I don't think so!" I said coldly – although I
did hear a little tremor in my voice. As I made this remark Angela looked
daggers at me but whispered in Miss Grimsby's ears instead. That lady sighed
deeply and looked at me. "Alan? PLEASE? I know it's a lot to ask – but I sense
that Miss Angela is getting a little upset with you – and let's face it. It's
not something you haven't done before, is it?"

Her calm reasoning brought me to my senses and I realized that I could have been
on the point of making a ghastly error. Angela smiled beatifically at me as I
took the dress from the girl and held it up against myself.
"Walk towards us please?" Angela suggested – ordered. Then she added as I
minced towards them "Don't you think that's his color Nanny?"
To my everlasting shame, Miss Grimsby took a few steps towards me and felt the
material between her fingers. But then she shook her head. "I don't think so
Angela. He needs something lighter." She looked steadfastly at me as she said
it.
"There's a beautiful blue dress?" Angela said hopefully.
"No dear!" she was told firmly. "I think you've done enough shopping for one
day. Let's go."

They night, I was on Ma'am knees reading again. It may have been the long day
shopping, but Angela was asleep before I'd got more than a few pages read.
Nanny shook me off and, not saying a word, motioned me to follow her – obviously
not wanting to awaken Angela.
In her room she sat down, and motioned me to sit on her knees. I wanted to –
but it was so humiliating. "I left the book back in Angela's room." I said.
"Helen? Don’t get ME mad at you. Sit here!"
"But I don't have anything to read," I said haltingly, settling into her arms.
"Silly little goose! Can't you tell that I'm starting to like it?" She said
this, her hand smoothly fitting around my erection.

But as I sighed and settled back she said. "I wanted to talk to you anyway.
Didn't you notice how Angela is growing - today in the store?"
"Can't say I noticed, to tell the truth," I answered honestly. "She seems like
the same size to me."
"I don't mean in physical growth, silly. Don't you see her turning into the
dominatrix we've been training her for? I know that her mother would be
thrilled – and Leslie will go out of her mind when I tell her about it."
"I don't understand," I said dumbly.

Miss Grimsby sighed though her hand continued to stroke me. "When she had you
hold up that evening dress. Didn't you feel it then?"
"I just felt embarrassed," I admitted. "But how come you're so pleased?"
"Dear? You obviously don't understand. When a female dominatrix gets a sissy
male on her hands? She often dresses him up in women's clothes. Angela came SO
close to buying that dress for you." She beamed proudly. "All on her own too!
She's come SO far SO soon!"

I jerked – am not sure whether it was her hand on my erection or a kind of fear.
"Thank goodness she didn't." I said. "Would have been an awful waste of
money."
"Why a waste?" she paused in her stroking and asked seriously.
"I'll only go so far to placate her. That's asking too much! A dress?"
"You're talking nonsense dear. If Miss Angela wants you in a dress, I don't see
you fighting her for long. She may want you in undies like panties and bra too,
I'd imagine."

I stared at her in pure fear. "But you don't want that? Surely ma'am?"
She shrugged. "It's good training for the young mistress, so I don't have a
problem that way. Also? I'd bet that you'd feel so nice?" She stroked me
again. "All soft and satiny under my hand?"
"Please don't!" I wailed.
"Helen? Just hush! Matter of fact? It might be a good idea for me to talk to
Ann, She's about your size and I'm sure she'll have a nice pair pf pajamas with
a matching robe for you to wear tomorrow night,"
"But Miss Grimsby? I don't . ."

She did something she'd never done before. Turned me over and as I lay there
helpless on my tummy, she lifted my robe, pulled down my pajama pants – and gave
me a sharp, sore, spank on the rectum! Then she rearranged my clothes and put
me back in my original position. "Honestly Helen? Here I am, very pleased with
Miss Angela's progress – and all you want to do is argue and find fault! Now
say that you're sorry!"

I found myself in the position of looking up at a much stronger female and
nearly sobbing my apologies for making her spank me! Treating ME as one of her
charges!
"You going to be a good little sissy? Do as you're told?" she said in a
relenting tone.
"Yes," I said in a small voice.
"That's better. You see? This way she'll be much more pleased with you. Sort
of reading her mind before she makes you. See what I mean?"

The following night after dinner, Ann slowed me down in the hallway. Gave me a
grin as she put a hand on my arm. "I think you'll like the nightwear Miss
Grimsby asked me to look out for you. I never used it but was keeping it for
something nice. She explained that this was all for Miss Angela – and I think
it's very nice of you to do that for her."
I gave her a sickly grin and thanked her.

I saw what I was to wear that night, tastefully laid out on my bed, but was
scared to touch it. Maybe hoped that it would go away? Maybe hoped that my
long dormant masculinity would arise and let me find a way out of the ever
increasing femininity that seemed to be surrounding, closing in, and enfolding
me.

But when I came out of the shower and dried myself I saw a rather large box
lying on the bathroom counter that I hadn't noticed before. Curiously, I took
the lid off and immediately smelled the strongly perfumed pink powder that was
there, even though it was still covered in plastic and had a large fluffy
applicator there. I knew immediately what the box was doing there and this was
reinforced when I read the small folded note that lay there:
Marge and I thought you might want to use this as well? Miss Grimsby thinks it
a good idea too! A sort of finishing touch?
Ann

A picture of me in my new pajamas was difficult to imagine – but the thought of
me not only in them, but being sent back to my room to powder myself was
intolerable – because I knew that I would be made to do it if I didn't use the
powder. Slowly, I removed the plastic and used the applicator to powder myself.
Strangely, it didn't seem so difficult for the effeminate, sweetly smelling,
young male to slip into his lacy blue satin pajamas and matching robe a few
moments later. There were velvet slippers in a plastic bag underneath the
pajamas on the bed. I put them on – a trifle large but okay. Then I wafted into
the bathroom again, where I put the fine ribbons at my neck into an appropriate
bow then brushed my hair.

"My My! What do we have here?" Miss Grimsby said as she let me into Miss
Angela's room. "Why look here Miss Angela! Isn't Alan pretty?"
"Alan?" Angela said as she couldn't see me at first. Then she let out a happy
squeal. "Alan indeed Nanny! You mean Rebecca – don't you?" Then she spoke to
me. "All dressed up for my story tonight?"
"I – I – I thought you . .you . . might like this Angela?" I said with a
ghastly smile.
"Well? You did!" she said bossily. "Now come and sit on the bed beside me."

I looked helplessly at Miss Grimsby but she smiled approvingly and nodded.
Actually took me by the hand and led me to the bed. "Doesn't his negligee float
most becomingly?" she said. Then she added. "Why don't you get out from under
your covers Angela. I'll let you sit beside him for a little while if you
want."

I looked at her with round eyes as Miss Angela squealed in happiness again then
came and knelt closely to me. "He smells SO pretty!" she said happily. Then to
my horror, she placed a small warm hand on my thigh. "Oooh lovely!" she grinned.
"And feels so nice too." Then she added. "Is this what you do when he sits on
your knee Nanny?" "You are a naughty little girl!" Miss Grimsby laughed. "I
thought you were asleep when I did that to him. But yes, that's what I do."

"Please don't Angela?" I said. "Little girls shouldn't do that!"
She looked confused for a moment. "Is Rebecca right, Nanny? Is this bad?"
Miss Grimsby thought for a moment. "It's a little fast for you dear so I have
to tell you that it's a little too soon. But when you're a bigger girl? Then I
suppose that it'll be time for you to learn that if you have a male sissy. They
become VERY obedient. Like? You could tell him to behave! Stop arguing with
you!"
"Hear that Rebecca? Be a good little sissy!" Angela said, and her hand spanked
my thigh very lightly.
"Wheee!" she giggled. "He feels funny! Just as if he was a girl! What do I do
now Nanny?"

"No time like the present I guess," Miss Grimsby said almost to herself then
spoke to Angela. "Ask Rebecca if she belongs to you. Just make sure that he
admits that he belongs to you. After tonight – you'll see. He will."
Then she simply sat beside me and put one arm around me.

And, now unable to move, I admitted to Angela that I was HER Rebecca as she
laughingly whispered in my ear, and would be most obedient to her in days to
come. I cried in embarrassment.
"Sissy Rebecca!" Angela taunted.
"That's natural Angela," Miss Grimsby explained, then she spoke to me. "I
always liked Helen myself dear, but it looks as if your new mistress prefers you
to be called Rebecca. You don't have a problem with that – do you? - Fine!"
she said as I nodded. "Why don't you go and change into something nicer."

I was about to ask what she was talking about when Angela whispered something
into her ear. She looked at me with a smile. "Told you. Angela IS a fast
learner."
"Yes Rebecca!" Angela smiled. "Go into my bathroom and take these clothes off.
In the meantime we'll call and see if Ann's got something else nicer for you to
wear. Off you go!" And she waved her hand regally.
For a split second, I must have thought of running and it probably showed on my
face. "Don't be silly Rebecca?" Miss Grimsby said. "Where are you going to go?
What can you do? Living here may be embarrassing for a little while because
Miss Angela has to practice on dominating males - and you're available. But
you'll be well fed and clothed. So come on now. Don't be silly."

She was so calm. So reasonable. Then she took a hold of my shoulder. "Don't
be getting Angela all upset now. You don't want that. Do you?"
I wadded up the pajamas and robe in the bathroom then wore the red lace long
nightdress and scarlet peignoir out of there that was provided, blushing
furiously.
I would have blushed under any circumstance, but this was different. Both Marge
and Ann had joined the other two and now all four were clapping me as I emerged.
I was so shy at this treatment that I wanted to go back and hide in the
bathroom, but Miss Grimsby must have anticipated my reaction and put as arm
around me and presented me to the maid and the cook. "We call him Rebecca now.
Think you can remember that?"

Marge looked at Ann, then at Miss Grimsby. "He never seemed that much of a man –
even when Miss Muriel ruled the roost here. I'd say that Rebecca as a name
seems more appropriate somehow – wouldn't you Ann?"
Ann took in my appearance with a grin. "I just hope?" she said to Miss Grimsby.
"That he has to clean the pajamas and negligees I've loaned him. I don't think
I'd like to wear them now."

"I think that's very fair? Don't you?" Miss Grimsby asked me. Then she
continued. "You see my dear? As far as I can gather, Leslie told you that you
were in a matriarchy here. Well it now seems that she was correct, doesn't it?"
I found myself plucking at my nightwear nervously. "Well – yes. But it's not
my fault!"
"Of course it’s not your fault dear!" she said soothingly. "But you do know
what a matriarchy means – don't you?"
"The women are in charge?"
"See? He's not just a pretty face!" she said to the others. "But Angela's the
boss here. Do you understand that?"
"Yes. Kinda."
"And she's just a young girl. Kinda feels strange if there's a man around. You
can understand that, huh?"
"But I don't have anywhere to go – and I've learned to do what she says. I'm
very obedient!" I wailed.

Miss Grimsby took me in her arms and embraced me. "Exactly! Just like Ann and
Marge and me – right?"
"Exactly!" I said softly and reasonably. "She's no reason to be mad at me."
"She's not mad at you – you silly little goose! She just senses that you want
to be happy. Be one of us! Now why don't you say a proper hello to Ann and
Marge, huh? Go on now. Don't be shy!" She released me and gave me a gentle
push towards the two servants. To my fright they were both smiling at me and
holding out their arms in a welcoming gesture.

I didn't know what else to do. With Miss Grimsby and Angela looking on a wafted
over to Ann and Marge. I didn't know what to say, but it was a no brainer as
they said. "Hello Rebecca!" and took me into a communal hug so that I could
feel their satin uniforms surround me. "Sit here amongst us!" Ann said. "And
we'll make you pretty. Won't that be fun?"
Angela and Miss Grimsby nodded amusedly.

For a little while Angela and her Nanny didn't pay too much attention to us
three, just to make the occasional approving noise as my nails were painted, my
eyebrows plucked, my ears pierced – and then made up with lots of cosmetics and
perfume. Then my hair was put in rollers with a scarf around it. Finally the
servants seemed happy. Meekly, I stood between them as the three of us advanced
on Angela.
"Miss Angela?" They said in unison. "Meet your new girl, Rebecca." Then they
said to me. "Curtsey to your new mistress Rebecca, A little respect now!"
And everyone clapped delightedly as from somewhere inside me, I knew exactly
what to do, and curtsied Miss Angela deeply.

Miss Grimsby teased me that night in bed, straddling me and playing a little
with my rollers as she fitted herself around me. "You were a little easier than
I thought," she admitted. "But I'm sure you'll make a good girl in the long
run."

I was amazed the following morning when she helped me brush out my hair – but
allowed me to wash off the makeup and not replenish it. Of course my hairdo was
girlish now – and my eyebrows and gold studs in my ears were on the girlish
side. The remnants of my perfume didn't help much either but I carried a little
masculinity with me. I'll admit to being a little put out when I was given a
full serving apron after breakfast by Ann. "You'll have to wash out those
pajamas you wore last night" she said. "And while you're at it, Marge and I
have some wash for you."
"Some wash?" I said helplessly.
"That's fair, is it not? She and I do things for you. Isn't it time you did
some things for us? Now put your apron on Rebecca – we don't want you getting
your clothes all dirty, do we?"

Miss Grimsby and Angela passed me while I was getting the wash from the laundry.
"Ann and Marge felt I should help them?" I said weakly in explanation, nervously
plucking at my white apron.
"Wonderful!" Miss Grimsby said. "You're really learning the meaning of
cooperation. Isn't he Angela?"
"Maybe so – but these girls always curtsey to you or me when we talk to them.
Why doesn't Rebecca?" Angela answered.
"Well – that DOES make sense, does it not?" Miss Grimsby asked me. "Wouldn't
hurt, would it?"
They both nodded as I curtsied, my white apron billowing about me.

But once I had finished with the laundry and a little ironing, I was released.
Then nothing seemed to happen all day. Miss Grimsby and Angela went shopping,
then called to say that they had decided to stay in town for the night and go
out with Leslie. Accordingly, I wouldn't be required. So I spent the day like
– well almost like – a male. It's true that Ann suggested I visit her in the
maids lounge – my hair was coming out of its styling and knowing that Miss
Angela liked it felt that I might want to get it freshened up?

It was a little strange sitting with the maids watching television as Ann rolled
my hair up, but I wasn't made to feel lonely at all. I discovered that they
were very pleasant girls indeed. As a matter of fact they were so nice that I
ended up staying for the evening. When I went to leave Ann said. "Wait a minute
Rebecca. You forgot something this morning."
When I asked her what, she simply smiled and left the room for a minute. When
she returned, she had the pajama and robe set – plus the crimson nightdress and
peignoir. "These are yours now dear. Wear them in good health." She said,
handing them to me.
I took them from her, but then tried to give them back. "But I .. well – I can't
– I don't think . ." I stammered.
She smiled. "I can understand you dear – but didn't Miss Angela like you in
them?"
"Well – yes. But it was only for one night. Just a trial."
"She said that, explicitly, to you?"
"Well – no. Not exactly. But I'm sure that .. "
She pushed me gently on my way, the nightwear still in my hands. "Well – once
she does? We'll see then. Okay?"

I didn't wear either of the feminine garments that night and went to bed in my
male stuff. In the following morning I suddenly looked at myself. I had sat
down in front of my dressing table mirror and was sleepily taking the rollers
and pins from my hair. The chiffon scarf that had held them in place was lying
where I'd placed it on the dressing table, beside some pink plastic rollers that
I'd already removed – when suddenly, I saw the rather effete face with the arced
eyebrows, the gold studs still in my ears – and the scarlet oval nails that were
busy getting my hair ready to brush out and my feminine surrounds. For a
moment, I felt I was looking at a woman. Then I shook the ridiculous idea away.
Angela was simply going through a phase and I was forced by circumstances into
going along with her – but it was just for a little while. Practically over by
now with any luck. I shook my head, sighed and went on carefully arranging my
hair. With a little start of horror I found myself trying to rearrange a curl!

Angela and Miss Grimsby got home in the late morning. Angela looked delightful
in a pale blue checkered dress in some sort of satin, with a white apron of
Broderie Anglais over it and white petticoats under her full skirts. Puffed
sleeves. Little white Mary Jane shoes and a large flowing, blue satin ribbon to
match her hair. Her face was glowing and she was decidedly excited. It seemed
that she had got a little jealous of the girls that went to public school – had
wanted a uniform – but not the same one every day. On no! I couldn't help but
smile as she described all of the differing colors she had ended up ordering. I
gave them a hand to carry up a surprising amount of bags and packages. To be
quite honest, she didn't notice my hair at first, but was delighted when she
found out that I'd had Ann fix it a little the night before. Actually gave me a
quick kiss!

But lunch was due and I had the feeling that Ann and Marge wanted me to give a
hand. Not much, you understand – but just to show that we were more friends than
anything else now. As I started to leave, Angela detained me. I'll admit that I
was a bit nervous about not helping Ann or Marge – we WERE just at the beginning
of a relationship you know as I tried to explain. Angela smiled angelically –
after her name – and said that she and Miss Grimsby had something for me. She
was very excited – and I smiled paternally. She WAS such a sweet little thing
you know. All she needed to get was her own way. "I’ll tell them both that you
can give them a hand later!" she said imperiously. "Now why don’t you open your
gifts?"

Suddenly I was aware that a LOT of the presents piled on the bed were for me and
I stated getting a dread feeling as the two women smiled in anticipation as I
started to open them – almost fainting as I saw the contents. Miss Grimsby saw
my mortification. "Angela grew SO tired of being the only one underneath me,"
she said.
"Huh?" Was all I could manage.
Angela laughed in excitement. "What do you call Nanny?" she asked me excitedly.
"Why. Miss Grimsby most of the time, I guess," I answered.
"Well. I want you to call her Nanny from now on!"
"Nanny?" I said, staring at the blue checkered dress that I was just opening up
identical to hers.

"Yes!" Angela said importantly. "Nanny is bringing ME up to be a young lady.
Obviously you're far too old to be that. But I figure that you can keep me
company and pick up some of the things you'll need to know if you are to become
a young lady. So I've ordered uniforms for you to match mine. And I'm so glad
to see your hair like that. This way the ribbons will look just fine."
"I can't wear a dresson a daily basis," I said as my last show of masculinity.
"Of course you can Rebecca – now go and put on your uniform!" Nanny said
severely. "Then you and Angela can go downstairs together – hand in hand. Now
please? I'll help you with your ribbon. If you want to argue? I'm sure that
Miss Angela could use the practice of spanking naughty girls!"

Angela was a little put out that I had a padded bra under my dress and wanted
one too. But Nanny just told her to think. Little girls her age didn't have a
bra – and dresses for girls my age had the fronts built to take them – it had to
be done for my dresses to look right. I was made to take some advantage of my
age as well – a little more makeup. Nanny wanted me in higher heels but Angela
pointed out quite firmly that she didn't like me being taller than her as it was
– so Mary Jane's it had to be.

Leslie visited us that afternoon, explaining that she'd been informed of what
was going to be done to me. She was absolutely thrilled and I couldn't
understand some of the looks she gave me. At dinnertime that night she thrilled
everyone – well not me exactly – by a suggestion,
"If Rebecca's going to be taught how to be a proper woman? Wouldn't it be a
good idea to give her a job as a maid under Ann and Marge for a few days a week?
That way, she'll be trained in housekeeping – and how to be a personal maid for
Angela when she grows up?" And as Nanny and Angela raved about this idea, she
gave me that look again.

EPOLOGUE

It's been a few years now. I've become an apt pupil of Nanny's and she's brought
me up to being a young lady. At the same time, Ann and Marge have been
instrumental in teaching me how to run a house. Sometimes I have to go into
town as a guest of Leslie's. There, I'm generally used as a maid at one of her
feminist shindigs – then introduced as "A perfect man".

I'm quite happy I suppose, although there is a fly in the ointment. You see?
Nanny is a wonderful teacher and I'd hate to let her down by acting
inappropriately. Ann and Marge have taught me how to be a delightful personal
maid – so that I'm 'loaned' to Leslie on nights when she visits and when I go
into town. It turned out that she has masculine tendencies – and ended up using
me as her woman in bed when we're together.

So you see, I have three major responsibilities to fulfill. Along with Angela,
I'm a student of Nanny's. As a housemaid, my behavior is under that of the
other girls. Then I'm a combination of Personal maid and sex object for Leslie.
And I get 'rewarded' for being good if I do all right in these three areas. I
can't help but react to the training I get from Nanny – and very much want to do
as she wants. I'm just not positive that I want any more rewards – I now
already have had treatments to completely remove all facial hair – not that I
had that much to begin with. I have permanent makeup lightly etched – lipstick,
eyes, and cheeks. My Adams apple has been shaved a little so that my voice is
not masculine in any way now. My implanted breasts feel very 'real' according to
Leslie – and I must admit that I've learned to take a certain amount of pride in
them. Actually misbehave by not wearing a bra all the time – they feel so nice
rubbing against satin.

But I don't know that I want any more. You see corset training, diet, and
special exercises have given me close to an hourglass figure – but I think I'm
due to go into surgery this week for hip augmentation. And? I sometimes hear
all the women hold out the major surgery as a reward for me – if I keep behaving
the way I've been trained to act. Yet? It's difficult to ignore Nanny's
teachings.

But Nanny senses this I think. Takes me on her knee and comforts me. I still
like that a lot.


The End