WAS TOO BUSY STARING AT THE REFLECTION OF SWEET FEMININITY IN THE MIRROR TO BE AWARE OF THE WIG'S GRIP ON MY HEAD. IT WAS AS IF THE GOLDEN CURLS WERE MY OWN HAIR, AND THE FALSELY SWELLING BOSOM WAS MY OWN BREASTS.

I WAS HOOKED ON BEING

IN SHORT, DRESSED UP AS A GIRL AS EARLY AS THIS FIRST EXPERIENCE UNDER MADEMOISELLE'S TUTELAGE. BY SOME COINCIDENCE OR WAS IT A COIN-

CIDENCE? SOMETHING FEMININE BURIED DEEP WITHIN MY SUBCONSCIOUS MIND HAD BEEN SUMMONED UP BY THIS FIRST EXPOSURE AND NOW HAD ME IN ITS GRIP.

OF THE

IN RETROSPECT, I CAN SEE NOW THAT I MAY NEVER HAVE BECOME A DEVOTEE FEMININE WAY OF LIFE, HAD NOT THIS SPARK BEEN STRUCK BY MADEMOISELLE.

AND I DO NOT THANK HER FOR IT, EITHER. I WOULD HAVE PREFERRED TO HAVE IT LEFT THE HELL ALONE, FOR MY LIFE HAS BECOME HORRIBLY CONFUSED AND SCREWED UP AS A RESULT OF MADEMOISELLE'S TRAINING. THE REASONS FOR THIS WILL BECOME CLEAR AS

MY STORY UNFOLDS.

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IT TURNED OUT THAT MY MOTHER WAS ON AN EXTENDED HOLIDAY AWAY FROM ME AND AWAY FROM THE UNPLEASANT MEMORIES OF MY FATHER'S LONG TERMINAL ILLNESS, AND THAT MADEMOISELLE TRULY DID HAVE A FREE HAND IN MOLDING ME INTO THE TEEN-AGED GIRL THAT MY MOTHER HAD ALWAYS DESIRED.

BY THE TIME MY MOTHER RETURNED TWO MONTHS LATER, I HAD BEEN PUT OVER THE JUMPS BY MADEMOISELLE AND TRAINED TO A FARETHEEWELL BY THE COMBINED EFFORTS OF SUZETTE AND MY GOVERNESS.

ALL THE SERVANTS WERE CAREFUL TO ALWAYS ADDRESS ME AS "MISS ROBERTA," A NAME HATED LESS AND LESS AS TIME PASSED BY. AT FIRST, I SUSPECTED THEY WERE LAUGHING UP THEIR SLEEVES AT MY HUMILIATION, BUT AS GREW INTO THE ROLE WAS FORCED TO PLAY, THEY WERE TRULY AWED AT MY SKILL IN IMPERSONATION AND AT THE BEAUTY OF THE

RESULTING IMAGE.

MY MOTHER'S REACTION ON SEEING THE FEMINIZED ME WAS SO TOUCHING AS TO ALMOST JUSTIFY ALL THE EFFORTS AND DEGRADATIONS I HAD BEEN THROUGH. SHE TRULY ACCEPTED ME AS HER DAUGHTER, AND HER ATTENTIONS TO ME

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