Petticoat Lane: A story of forced feminisation by Robbie Gold

Author:Robbie Gold
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2022-08-03T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

At the end of the first day when all my chores had been completed meals cooked and dishes washed up, I was allowed to sit in the living room with Mistress. There was nothing equal about the arrangement I wasn’t allowed to sit on the sofa anymore, I had instead had to sit on the floor in front of Mistress. I was allowed to watch television at a very low volume. I wasn’t allowed to read or better myself in any way, despite Miss Frobisher has shelves and shelves of books covering all subjects and topics, many I would have loved to have read. It was made very clear to me that if I was caught reading I would be punished. Mistress told me maids do not need the skills to read or write, it wasn’t essential to their work. There was a single exception I was allowed to read make-up and women’s magazines which Mistress would buy especially for me. She picked the dumbest magazines to discourage me from finding anything useful and educational amongst its pages.

That first evening I sat there on the carpet trying to hear the television, which the volume was set so low and I struggled to pick out the words.

“Are you enjoying the program?” Mistress said, looking under her knitting at me on the floor.

“Can I turn the volume up a bit please Mistress,” I asked as politely as I could to get the best response.

“No,” it is loud enough,” Mistress replied decisively. “If it is any louder it will put me off my knitting.”

“Mistress,” I asked, putting on my most deferential voice. “Are you sure I can’t have proper school lessons like other children?”

Mistress put down her kitting and gave me a look that made me that made me feel so small, that I could crawl away through the floorboards. She sat up and peered down at me in some great depth.

“Look my dear some children don’t respond to education. You proved that in Mr Johnson’s class. Education is wasted on you child, what I am doing is finding the best solution so you may grow up to be a useful member of society. In fact,” Mistress said with a pause, “I am educating you, from tomorrow I will be teaching you a vast range of domestic skills that you’ll be proud of and will put you in good stead for the rest of your service.”

“Service,” I asked for clarification with disgust in my voice.

“Yes, you’re a maid.” She said adding, “more to the point you’re my maid.

“Why a maid, why not a butler after all I am male,” I asked, feeling more indignant as the conversation went on.

“Hey, don’t get upset,” Mistress said coming down onto the floor with me and trying her best to be gentle and considerate by wiping away a tear that uncontrollably rolled down my face. “You know in your heart of hearts you don’t want to be a boy. I shall help you find your true feminine self.

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