I was told to grow my nails and the maids made sure they were filed and shaped like a woman’s.
They pierced my ears.
I was encouraged to use lavender scents which disguised my male muskiness and sweat smells.
I had to walk about with a book, sometimes several volumes, balanced on my head to improve my deportment and I was flogged with the cane each time a book fell to the floor. I had to ask permission to relieve myself and I was made to sit on the lavatory when I used the WC. Lady Brentford’s daughters taught me to walk in a feminine way and I was made to talk quietly but in a higher pitch.
When they dressed me in the full maid’s uniform, they use sticky tape on my c**k so that there was no bulge to spoil the illusion although sometimes the tape came unstuck.
Being around Lady Bren
