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legs. I was taken to Madame, who examined me thoroughly, even embarrasssing me by making me lift my frock and petticoats to reveal the full length of my silk-clad legs topped by the tight little panties.

"Until you are accustomed to your things and can manage on your own, Maria will help you in your dressing and undressing, and see you pay attention to every point she mentions. Your own things will be locked away, and you'll be able to have them only on your half-day off. I am glad to see that you hardly need a razor, for that would spoil your com- plexion. Now let me see you walk up and down the room."

I did as she asked and apparently pleased Madame by my short steps and swaying walk, for she com- plimented me on my girlishness. She said it was obvious that this was not my first time in skirts, and, in reply to her questioning, I told her of my earlier appearances in theatricals. She said she would inspect me from time to time and would ask for regular progress reports from Maria. She then said it was time I had a girl's name and decided to call me Paulette, derived from my original name of Paul.

For several days I was given very little to do, beyond dusting, tidying up, and laundering and mend- ing things. Then came preparing the table and serv- ing at meals. Over a period of weeks, Maria grad- ually reduced my waistlinge by increasing the severity of the tight-lacing, so that I was soon the possessor of a 24-inch waist. Madame used to measure me from time to time, and, almost as if to stress her pos- ition of mistress, she used to take liberties, which I soon came to accept as part and parcel of my exist- ence there. These included her running her hand over my hips and buttocks, or prodding my bra to see the padding was adequate, or running her hand up the seams of my stockings to test their straightness and the tautness of my garters, excentricities which soon ceased to worry me, and I took no notice of them.