Julie Anne's story began in last year's Christmas Annual, and Part 1 can be found here: 

Now, to continue -

You may recall that last year my wife and mistress, Donna Lucia, had successfully transformed me into a schoolgirl in order that I take Spanish lessons so that she may more easily give me instructions for domestic service.

For three months I was required to wear regulation school knickers and opaque tights under my business suits, and all my male underwear was thrown out with the exception of one pair of underpants for emergency use only. When returning home from work in the evenings I had to change into my schoolgirl uniform that included a full petticoat, a tartan uniform skirt, and a white blouse. After preparing the evening meal and clearing away, for which I had to wear a pinafore over my uniform, I had to sit down and receive my Spanish lessons from Donna Lucia. At weekends I was required to wear my school uniform while in the house, and I was still required to wear tights and school knickers at all times

On Friday the 6th of April, the first day of the financial year in the UK, when I returned home from work Lucia called me into the lounge. ‘Julie, come and sit down while I explain what I have decided’.

‘You know how you are always complaining how much the tax man takes off you at the end of the year, and how you always have to pay an extra levy on all your savings? Well, I have come up with a scheme that will save on the amount of tax you pay. As I don’t have a paid job, you can place all your savings in my name and then the savings will only be taxed at basic rate, plus we can claim my tax free allowance’.

I had to agree with her that it was a good idea to save tax, but I was a bit unsure about handing over my entire savings. ‘Further', she went on, ‘You know how grumpy you always get when you are dealing with the monthly bills, I have decided to help out by taking over all responsibility for the household bills, but this means that you will have to turn all your income over to me’.

‘Now just a minute Lucia..!’

‘Don’t you ‘just a minute' me’, Julie, don’t you forget your position in this house. You have had your chance of being in control of everything, but you gave that up by allowing me to dominate you. Now, as I was saying, you will write a letter to the accounts office at your work and ask them to transfer your salary to my account – is that clear’?

‘Si Donna Lucia’ I replied reluctantly, realising that my mistress had obviously been thinking this out for sometime.

‘Now’, Lucia continued, ‘that’s the bad news, now the good news. You have made very good progress with your Spanish lessons and I have decided that from now on you won’t have to wear your school uniform every evening, but you may now become my ‘maid of all service’ for which you will be paid an allowance. You will be paid at a rate equivalent to the national minimum wage, less your food and lodging, which I have calculated to be £0.50 per hour. Your hours of service will be 12 hours per day on Saturday and Sunday, and four evenings per week for 3 hours, making a grand total of 36 hours for which, you will receive £18.00.

'You may have one evening per week off, and you may be allowed some odd weekend days on bank holidays and special occasions. Your income must be used to provide your uniform and all other expenses, any excess may be for personal use. Of course, initially, you will have a lot of expense to buy your new uniform, however, I will loan you the money, and the loan may be repaid at £12.00 per week, leaving you £6.00 to spend on yourself. I will purchase all your business wear and work requirements, but any misdemeanours on your part will result in removal of these privileges’.

 ‘How can I survive on £6.00 per week – it won’t even buy three pints of beer on my evening off’, I protested.

‘That’s no bad thing’ replied Lucia, ‘I think you’ve been putting on a little weight lately, and besides I don’t think you will have much capacity for beer while you are wearing your panty corselette’.

‘But I don’t have a panty corselette..'

‘No - but you soon will have!'

I sat on the sofa feeling very dejected – I had not expected this at the start of my weekend, and I had been looking forward to a few drinks Friday evening and a trip to the mountains on Saturday to catch the last of the season’s skiing.  At least Lucia hadn’t mentioned my credit card - maybe she had forgotten about that.

‘Oh come on, don’t look so miserable Julie, you know you like me to take control, and I’m sure you will be well rewarded in other ways. Now, let’s celebrate by going out for a meal this evening, go and get ready, and we’ll go to Simpson’s’.

I took a shower and put on clean tights and school knickers and then dressed in casual trousers, shirt and jacket to await Lucia. When she came out from the bedroom, I was knocked out, she looked terrific in a new tight knee-length evening dress. Her ample breasts were squeezed together and looked as if they would pop out of the dress at any moment. On her feet were high-heeled strappy shoes with the buckle around her ankle. She looked so beautiful I was ready to do anything to please her. I poured her a glass of wine while we waited for the taxi.

The meal was excellent too, although generally I dislike the nouveaux cuisine type restaurants where you sit down to huge plates with a tiny sliver of food in the middle. However, on this occasion, I did not want too much quantity, as I did not want food lying heavily in my stomach later. I couldn’t wait to get Lucia home - she looked so stunning and I was sure it was going to be a fantastic night.

In the taxi on the way home I put my arm around her and held her closely. Inside the front door I hugged her tightly while I kissed her with passion and pressed myself against her. She pushed me away and said, ‘My, my, aren’t we in a hurry this evening? Just step into the lounge and make yourself comfortable on the sofa, I have something for you to sign before we go to bed’.

Lucia went over to the computer and printed out four documents. While she was doing that I dimmed the room lights and put 'Je t’aime' on the CD player. She came and sat down closely beside me and said, ‘I would like you to sign these before we continue’.

I picked up the documents and asked what they were. Lucia replied that they were my terms and conditions for my new position. I looked at the first page and it was headed ‘Contract for Position of Maid of all Service’. I asked why are there four sheets for signing, Lucia replied that she wanted several copies in case I tried to tear them up later. I decided that I may as well comply, as it would please my mistress, and we could get on with our love making, I quickly found the boxes where I was to sign my male name of John Julian Elliott. I signed and dated all four documents, put them on the coffee table, and continued with our foreplay.

While lying across the sofa we frantically started removing each others clothing and then rolled off the sofa on to the carpet, we had fantastic sex, first with me on top and then with Lucia on top. We lay there on the carpet utterly exhausted and holding each other closely – I told Lucia that I loved her and would never leave her whatever she had in mind. Lucia told me that she had had a wonderful day, and as a result we could get up early and go skiing in the morning.

We left home in the morning at 6:30am so that we would arrive at the Glenshee Ski Area at 8:30, and could ski the morning session. At that time of year the April sun makes the snow rather soft and slushy in the afternoon. As we drove through Banchory, Lucia asked me to stop at the post office so that she could post some letters. We had a wonderful morning skiing, it was a clear sunny day and very few skiers, as it was late in the season.

We arrived home at 2:30 in the afternoon, Lucia went into the house while I dealt with the skis and things. When I got in Lucia had prepared a light snack and hot drinks, and she was sat at the table looking through some clothing catalogues – I began to feel uneasy because I could see one of the catalogues was from a company that catered for transvestites as well as women.

‘Come and sit down and eat your lunch Julie, I have a few things for you to do afterwards’.

Over lunch Lucia reminded me of last night's conversation and the fact that I had acknowledged that I did not own any panty corselettes. She went on to explain that now I was promoted from schoolgirl to maid of all service, I had to adopt a more prim and proper disposition. As I was not going to be wearing my frilly petticoats as much I would need a padded panty corselette to give me a better female figure. I was really disappointed that I wasn’t going to get to wear my beautiful petticoats as often, but I was also excited by the prospect of having to wear a padded corselette.

After lunch Lucia insisted that I telephone the mail order company to order three panty corselettes in my size, with built in pockets to accept the removable padding, complete with one set of hip and bottom pads. To fill the bra cups I had to order a pair of silicon filled breasts. I also had to order three long legged, high wasted panty girdles fitted with similar padding pockets, and five pairs of pink satin bloomers. It was very very embarrassing talking to the female sales assistant on the telephone, but she was very helpful and had obviously dealt with many similar requests, although she was quite surprised at the quantities I was ordering, and wanted to know the reason. I had to explain that my mistress had instructed me to buy this amount as it was obviously going to be my regular wear from now on. The whole order came to nearly £500.00 and I passed over my credit card details. The assistant thanked me and explained my order would take about 14 days, and she added that she was sure I would be delighted with my new foundation wear.

Lucia congratulated me on my purchases and said that as a reward I could put on my schoolgirl uniform and pinafore to clear away the lunch things, tidy the house and prepare the evening meal.

On the following Monday, on my way home from work I decided to stop at the auto bank to pick up some cash. I inserted my cash card and tapped in my personal number. To my surprise the machine issued a message saying that my account had been closed and that it was retaining my card. I inserted my credit card and exactly the same thing happened. I couldn’t believe it but there was nothing I could do about it there and then.

On arrival home I greeted Donna Lucia, and dutifully went to change into my schoolgirl uniform in order to prepare the evening meal. Before starting I am normally required to pour a glass of wine for my mistress while she relaxes to watch the early evening news on the television. After presenting her with the glass on a tray, I curtsied and said ‘Please Donna Lucia, something really strange happened at the auto bank this evening, the machine swallowed both my cash card and my credit card and stated that my accounts had been closed’.

Lucia smiled and said ‘Didn’t you check those papers you signed on Friday night dear? Here are some photocopies bearing your signature’. She gave me a sheaf of papers.

‘But I thought they were just to do with this stupid 'Maid of all Service Contract’.

‘They were dear, but they were not stupid, they included instructions to your bank to close all your accounts and transfer funds and standing orders to my account, and there was also a letter to your company accounts office to transfer your salary cheques to my account. Weren’t you aware of that?’ Lucia knew very well that I wouldn’t look carefully, as she had chosen her moment very well. She knew I was far too concerned with my own arousal to look closely at the contracts.

I stared at the papers in disbelief. How had I allowed myself to be hoodwinked into this situation? ‘Are…..are you really only going to pay me this ridiculous sum of £18.00 per week?’ I stammered.

‘It’s not a ridiculous amount dear it’s based on the national minimum wage, and you have that nice Mr Blair to thank for that’. Lucia knew that I didn’t like anything about Blair’s government. ‘And don’t forget that you have already run up a bill of nearly £500, so therefore you will only be receiving £6.00 per week for at least a year’.

‘No no no’ I cried and stamped my foot ‘It can’t be true’.

‘There, there, dear’ cooed Lucia as she stood to give me a hug and comfort me. ‘It won’t be as bad as all that, you will be looked after very well and you won’t have to worry about all those nasty bills every month, everything will be taken care of. Don’t forget that when I first married you I was in the same boat except that you didn’t even give me any allowance to spend on myself – I was only buying things for the house and food. Now, dry your eyes and go out to prepare the evening meal – there’s a good girl. I have a lovely surprise for you afterwards’.

I slowly turned and went off to the kitchen, I couldn’t believe what had just happened, and I was dreading what the ‘lovely surprise’ would be. The only plus point as far as I could see was that I loved Lucia and would do practically anything to keep her. When the meal was prepared, I called Donna Lucia to come to the table. Lucia congratulated me on what I had prepared, and said it was delicious, and far nicer than she could prepare herself. We talked about everyday things and didn’t mention the conversation before the meal. Afterwards, Lucia told me I could clear away the things and then come into the bedroom where I would find my surprise.

I stepped nervously into the bedroom, dreading what was coming next. Lucia had my wardrobe open and was rearranging things.

‘Come here dear and see what beautiful things I have bought for you’.

I stepped forward to the wardrobe and looked in. The hanger rail now contained far more women’s clothes than male, my business suits and casual wear only occupied about 25% of the available space. With the male clothes was a brand new kilt in the MacDonald dress tartan to match my schoolgirl skirts. Next in line were my schoolgirl skirts, pinafores, petticoats and blouses, and now there was a new section containing calf length tartan skirts with knife pleats all around, white silk blouses, and some full slips in light blue with white lace detail.

Lucia selected a skirt and blouse and held them up for me to see. ‘I think you will be a very smart maid in these, but first we’ll try the kilt to make sure that it fits’.

I took off my pinafore and laid it on the bed, followed by the skirt. Lucia told me to keep the blouse and petticoat on as she wanted to see how the petticoat went with the kilt. The kilt was a good fit at the waist without any need for a tight corset underneath.

‘That looks fantastic’ said Lucia, ‘Now sit on that chair to see if any petticoat is exposed’

As I sat down, the net of the petticoat pushed the hem of the kilt up and it was obvious what I was wearing underneath. I tried to keep the material of the kilt pushed down.

‘That looks so sweet’, laughed Lucia, ‘But it will be far too much exposure for you in public – you will have to wear a slip underneath instead. Such a pity really. You do look really great in the kilt and you will look very smart taking me shopping in it. I really wish you could wear it to work, but even though this is Scotland, kilts are not common in the work place, and your promotion prospects might suffer if I sent you to work like that. Now let’s try your maid uniform, slip out of the kilt and your petticoat dear’.

I took my things off so that I was standing in just my tights and school knickers.

‘Ah yes’ said Lucia, ‘I have some more surprises for you, check out your lingerie drawer’.

I went across to the drawer and pulled it open. Inside were two sets of underwear consisting of beautiful frilly, silky panties with matching bras and suspender belts, and several new pairs of stockings and several extra pairs of panties.

‘These are your undies for special occasions dear, and the extra panties are for wearing beneath your corselette when it arrives’.

Much as I was delighted at my new wardrobe I was having serious misgivings about how much all this had cost. Lucia noticed my concern ‘Don’t worry dear, I have paid for the kilt which was £275.00 and that can be your birthday present. Your uniform skirts and blouses and your new underwear only came to £250.00’.

‘Only!’ I cried, ‘That means I will be on £6.00 per week for nearly 18 months!'

‘It won’t be nearly as bad as you fear dear, don’t forget that everything will be provided, you will only need your own money for cosmetics and the occasional drink'.

‘But what about after 18 months, by then I will be needing new underwear and blouses, I will be permanently in debt’.

‘Well, it may make you take more care of your nice clothes - you were always leaving your trousers and shirts lying on the floor before, and don’t forget there will be Christmas, wedding anniversary, and other days when no doubt I shall buy you something special if you have been a diligent maid for me. Now come on lets get you into your new underwear. You won’t be needing these school knickers unless you need taking down a peg or two at a later date’.

Lucia picked up a matching set of bra, panties and suspender belt and offered them to me. ‘Bra first, then suspenders and stockings, followed by the panties’.

I sat on the edge of the bed, removed my underwear and slipped on the items as instructed.

‘My, my!’ Lucia commented, ‘I can tell you are tremendously excited with these new things’, as she stuffed some pairs of tights into my bra. ‘Now, hands up while I pop this slip on, and stand up to let me see how it fits’. The material of the slip felt wonderful as it slipped down my body. ‘That’s really beautiful, I bet you love the feel of those silky things next to your skin, but we will have to do something about that’, pointing to the bulge in my panties, ‘It will ruin the fit of your skirt. Tuck it back between your legs and put on this second pair of panties to keep it in place’.

After some trouble I finally managed to get the offending item back between my legs to give me a more female outline. Lucia picked up the blouse, and it was then that I noticed that it was buttoned down the back.

‘Arms through’, she instructed smartly. She then stepped behind and quickly buttoned it up the back.

‘But how can I get it on and off on my own?’ I asked.

‘You will learn, we women have coped with these back fastenings for years. Now for the skirt’.

She wrapped the skirt around my waist and buckled the fasteners and fixed the pin. She adjusted the fit of the skirt and then carried out minor adjustments to my blouse. Next came my pinafore, which she placed over my head and tied the straps around the back.

‘Wonderful!’ she said you look like a very smart ladies maid now, how do you feel?’

‘It feels really lovely Donna Lucia, I must say I love my new underwear and uniform’.

‘Good girl’, replied Lucia ‘Now walk up and down and pretend you are dusting the picture rail and the skirting boards I want to make sure that you can move around freely’.

I did as instructed, the skirt was a little tight for crouching down to the skirting board, but it was possible without too much difficulty.

Lucia seemed genuinely pleased with my outfit, although she did point out that the skirt was cut for a woman’s figure and it would fit a lot better when my padded girdles arrived.

‘Now, pop into the kitchen and prepare us a hot drink before bed’.

As I walked into the kitchen the silky swish of the slip against my stockings felt, and sounded, absolutely brilliant. It had been a long time since I had worn such exquisite underwear, and the first time that Lucia had allowed me to wear such beautiful clothes. I prepared two cups of cocoa and carried them into the lounge, where Lucia was watching television. She thanked me and then instructed me to sit beside her. She put her arm around me and asked what I thought of my new things, and if I thought my new contract was fair. I had to confess that I absolutely adored my new things, and that Lucia was such a wonderful mistress that I would do anything to please her.

When we had finished our drinks Lucia grabbed my hand and pulled me off to the bedroom, once there she placed her arms around me and began unbuttoning my blouse as we kissed. I unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor and she did the same with my skirt. We fell on to the bed, kissing and fondling each other through our silky slips. We made love passionately, and it was a fantastic climax to a truly wonderful evening.

I was still wearing my beautiful new underwear, stockings included, when I awoke in the morning. I felt really disappointed having to remove them prior to my shower. Lucia instructed that I wear panties and tights under by business wear, and off I went to work without a care in the world about my lack of personal funds.

During the week I just had to tell my friend Marcia Bottomley all about my new purchases and my maid’s contract. I could tell she was really envious of my new things, but the biggest difference between Marcia and me is that Marcia has to remain very chaste when she is on maid duty. For me the feeling of the clothes heightens my pleasure, and I will do anything to have sex while at least wearing one item of women’s clothing. My mistress realises this and has used it to her advantage. She gets all her chores done and has taken control of the finances. She has also gained a very responsive partner who is ready to please, and willing at all times. Marcia is also ready to please at all times, but her gratification is that she is allowed to serve her mistress for no other reward than the pleasure of service, she is indeed a more devoted maid than myself.

The following Friday, I returned home from the office and Lucia called out, ‘Come into the bedroom Julie, I have another wonderful surprise for you – your new foundation wear has arrived a week early. I walked into the bedroom and there, laid on the bed were the panty corselettes, panty girdles, the padding, the bloomers and the silicon breasts. ‘Come along, let's get you into these, I want to see how they fit'.

I couldn’t say that I was over the moon with this surprise. I loved my sexy underwear and didn’t really relish this ‘old fashioned wear’. I slipped off my trousers and shirt, Lucia said ‘You can keep your tights and panties on and put the panty corselette over the top’. She held the corselette open for me to step into. I noted that she had already inserted the hip and bottom padding and had adjusted the crotch opening to the shortest set of hooks and eyes.

She helped me to pull the garment up to my waist and then helped me with the shoulder straps. ‘How does it feel?’ she enquired.

‘It feels a bit tight around my crotch,’ I complained.

‘That doesn’t matter’, she replied, ‘you now have a very feminine figure, let me help you with these silicon breasts’.

These initially felt really cool against my skin, but they soon warmed up to body temperature. The most noticeable difference for me was the extra weight – far heavier than ordinary padding, but probably more like the real thing.

‘Now, for the sake of modesty you are to wear bloomers at all times when wearing a corselette or girdle’. She handed me a pair of the pink bloomers and I reluctantly pulled them on. ‘Bueno, now you can put on your slip, blouse, skirt, and pinafore, and you are ready for duty’.

I went into the lounge to pour Lucia’s glass of wine and carried it over to the sofa on a small silver salver, bobbed a curtsey and offered ‘Your glass of wine Donna Lucia’. ‘Thank you Julie, now you may prepare dinner’.

I went off to the kitchen to prepare the evening meal. It felt really strange with the extra padding and the heavier breasts – it seemed to upset my balance, and I kept banging into things and knocking things off the table on to the floor, and all the time my private parts were straining to be released from their prison. When the meal was prepared, I called Lucia to the table and waited while she made herself comfortable. I unfolded her napkin and placed it across her lap. Another curtsey. ‘Algo mas Donna Lucia. No senorita sentar te por favor’.

Over the meal Lucia congratulated me on my new feminine appearance. 'Yyour blouse and skirt fit much better on your new curves', and she asked what I thought. I admitted that my skirt fitted better, but that the corselette felt a bit over tight, and the elastic in the leg of my bloomers was also very tight. ‘Now you know what women have had to put up with through the years - you’ll get used to it’.

It appeared that there was going to be no escape.

After the meal I cleared up and carried freshly brewed coffee through to my mistress in the lounge.

‘Thank you Julie, please go through to the bedroom and turn down the bed covers and then bring your work basket through. I have a little needlework job for you’.

‘Please Donna Lucia,’ I curtsied, ‘may I take the corselette off? It’s awfully tight and the elastic in my bloomers is cutting off circulation, I have pins and needles in my feet’.

‘No you can’t, you must learn to get used to it. You will notice in your terms and conditions that when in maid’s attire you shall wear a panty corsellette and bloomers at ALL times. Further, when wearing male outer wear you are to be wearing a minimum of panty girdle and bloomers’. I beat a hasty retreat it was obvious she had no intention of letting me escape.

After turning down the bed I returned to the lounge carrying my work basket. It used to be Lucia’s, but she had donated it to me.

‘Now go and fetch your other corselettes’. I did as I was told. ‘I want you to fasten the crotch hook and eyes on the shortest length, and then sew the two pieces together so that they are permanently joined’.

I looked at Lucia in disbelief, it was like asking me to build my own prison. Lucia detected my apprehension. ‘Go on’ she said, ‘I want to make these garments secure so that you don’t have a crafty little play with yourself when I’m not around to control you. And make sure you do it properly, as I shall check the stitching when you have finished and woe betide you if it’s not up to standard’.

I opened the work basket and looked for needle and thread. ‘And sit properly when you are sewing, back straight, knees and feet together’.

‘Si, Donna Lucia’.

It took me two hours to complete both garments to Lucia’s satisfaction. ‘That is lovely stitching Julie, you can complete the garment that you are wearing tomorrow night. Now you can relax for the rest of the evening, I think we will go shopping tomorrow’.

At bed time Lucia insisted that that I wear my corselette to bed complete with padding and breasts, and the bloomers, as I had caused such a fuss earlier in the evening. In the morning I was instructed to shower and wear clean panties and tights. I had to remove the padding from my corselette and install it in a newly modified one. I then had to put it on, followed by a clean pair of bloomers, slip, blouse, and skirt, and finally a pinafore.

‘Now go and prepare my breakfast. You may prepare and eat yours as you work. When my breakfast is ready, you may tidy the bedroom and toilet, and hoover all the rooms.

’Si, Donna Lucia’.

On completion of all my chores, Lucia seemed a little more relaxed, she had been very bossy last night and this morning. ‘Julie, we are going shopping in the town centre this morning, please go and change into your kilt. You are to keep ALL your underwear on so make sure you go to the toilet before we leave. You may change into flesh coloured tights, but please ensure that your tights are under the panty corselette. You may wear your kilt hose over the tights, and you are also to wear your blouse and your kilt jacket’.

I went to the bedroom to change and go to the toilet as instructed. On completion of dressing, I checked my appearance in the mirror, to my horror it was obvious that I was wearing my silicon breasts and my whole figure had taken on a female outline with the extra padding. I went off to find Lucia.

‘Please Donna Lucia’, curtsey, ‘may I remove my breasts, it’s very obvious that I am wearing them’.

‘Um...no, I think I prefer you with them. You are to keep them in, and you are fortunate that the weather is a bit squally today so you may wear your raincoat instead of the kilt jacket. Make sure the waist belt of the raincoat is tightened properly, I don’t want you walking around looking like a sack of potatoes'. I was thankful for the concession - at least the raincoat would hide my figure to some extent.

‘Julie venga’. I went into the hall where Lucia was waiting for me. ‘Ah bueno, lift up your kilt so that I can check you are wearing your slip and bloomers’. I did as I was instructed. ‘Bueno, now here are your £6.00 pay for this week. You may have this old purse of mine to keep your money in, seeing that you have no sporran. Today we are going to town on the bus, it’s cheaper in the long run when you take fuel and car parking into account’.

‘B-but Donna Lucia...’

‘Tut tut no buts please. You know the punishment for arguing, you will be required to wear your flouncy petticoat as well'.

We left the house and walked to the bus stop, I was feeling very tense and vulnerable as we waited at the bus stop. We boarded the bus, Lucia paid for the tickets and sat by the window forcing me to take the aisle seat, where everyone would be able to see my knees and the fact that I was wearing tights.

The trip into town was fairly uneventful although I did catch a couple of schoolgirls sniggering at me out of the corner of my eye.

The centre of the town was very busy, which was a relief, as with so many people around people don’t take much notice of others. Lucia explained that as I had had a complete new wardrobe, it was now her turn and I could help her select her new things. I was quite relieved that we weren’t shopping for me. We went from clothes store to clothes store, selecting new dresses, skirts, and coats, the most embarrassing prospect for me was that I had to hold Lucia’s handbag outside the changing booth while she tried on her new things. I noticed quite a few women looking at me, but I guessed that was probably because I was wearing a kilt. Even in Scotland kilts seem to arouse a lot of curiosity in women.

Inevitably we went on to check out the larger department stores for new lingerie. Lucia knew that I would like to look at all the frilly items and she teased me by saying things like, 'Wouldn’t you kill for a pair of French knickers like these?’

We eventually ended up in the lingerie department of John Lewis, and were looking at camisole sets when I caught sight of Susan, my line manager at the office. She was heading down the same aisle, and there was no escape. Susan was a very astute business women in her mid fifties, Scottish by birth, and always smartly dressed. It had always surprised me that she had never married, but after leaving University she had travelled extensively in pursuit of her career, and had never stayed in one place long enough to meet the right man and marry, or maybe she preferred female company. I didn’t really know.

‘Oh, hello Jules and Lucia how are you today?' We exchanged pleasantries with me trying to blend into the background without much success. ‘Well!’ exclaimed Susan ‘You were the last person I would expect to be wearing a kilt Jules. You are always making derogatory remarks about the Scots and calling them ‘Jocks in Frocks’’.

‘He didn’t have much choice’ chipped in Lucia. ‘I insist that he wear a kilt when he accompanies me on shopping trips. He used to make such a fuss about shopping, but when wearing a kilt he is far more compliant’.

I was mortified and colouring up fast. I knew I was going to receive a lot of teasing in the office over this.

‘How interesting’, replied Susan, ‘may be he ought to wear a kilt to the office, as he can be quite awkward and negative sometimes’.

‘Say the word Susan and he’ll wear what ever you like, I’ve always said it’s a pity he can’t wear a kilt to the office’.

‘Don’t you find it a bit draughty Jules? Especially on a day like today?'

‘No he’s well protected against drafts. He’s wearing windproof ladies' knickers, and if you look closely you can see that he’s wearing tights as well’.

I couldn’t believe what Lucia was doing to me, and talking as if I didn’t exist. Susan started to laugh and I noticed she had become interested in my blouse, it had a very feminine neckline and as there were no buttons down the front. It was obvious it was fastened at the back.

‘Well, I’m pleased that you keep him in line on the weekends Lucia. And I trust you will both be coming to the company ceilidh tonight’.

Lucia said ‘Julian you didn’t tell me about any ceilidh, you know how I would love to go’.

‘I’m sorry I forgot’ I offered sheepishly. In reality I hadn’t told Lucia about it because I hate country dancing.

Lucia turned to Susan. ‘Of course we will be there, what time does it start and where is it?' It turned out that the location was near Meikle Wartle, and neither of us knew the area well.

‘I know, I was just on my way to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee, let’s all go and I’ll draw you a map’, replied Susan.

My heart sank, I was hoping to split the two girls up as I wasn’t at all sure how much information Lucia would give out, and it was obvious Susan wanted to dig some more.

We arrived at the cafeteria and Lucia instructed me to go and buy coffee and sticky buns while they went and sat down at a table. I bought two cups of coffee and two sticky buns and a small glass of water for myself. The total price came to £5.50, I only just had enough and I had to count out the £6.00 that I had in my red leather purse. The cashier was looking at my purse and grinned at me as I handed over my week's wages. Only a miserable £0.50 change - what on earth could I buy with that? And it had to last me the rest of the week!

I walked over to the table and passed the coffee and buns to the girls and then sat down myself.

‘Jules, aren’t you drinking coffee with us?’ asked Susan.

Before I could answer Lucia said ‘No he can’t drink coffee when we are out as it makes him want to go to the toilet’.

‘Has he got an embarrassing problem that he doesn’t want anyone to know about then?’ asked Susan.

‘Well I suppose he might describe it as that, but when he is wearing the kilt I like him to wear fairly secure underwear for modesty's sake, and he finds it difficult to gain...access’.

‘You don’t believe in letting him wear the kilt in traditional manner - with no underwear?'

‘Oh no, that would never be allowed. You know how women are always curious about what is worn beneath the kilt, well I insist that Julian wears satin bloomers so that he will actively discourage any female attention’.

At this Susan burst out laughing and agreed that it was a brilliant strategy. There was nothing I could do but look at the table, my face beet red with embarrassment. I didn’t know how I was going to face my colleagues at work now that Susan knew all these details. As if reading my thoughts, Susan patted me on the knee and said, ‘Don’t look so worried Jules, your secret is safe with me, but of course you’ll have to keep in line because I have been known to let things like that slip now and again’.

Susan went on to pump Lucia for more details of my underwear and Lucia was only too happy to oblige. She explained that I was far more compliant when I was wearing female underwear and that since petticoating had been introduced I had become far more helpful around the house. Susan was taking in everything and was really enjoying all the detail, and my obvious discomfort.

As the girls finished their coffee, Lucia asked Susan what she had planned for the rest of the day. Susan replied that she needed to buy a couple of things and then she was going to relax in the afternoon and get ready for the ceilidh in the evening. Lucia asked, ‘Why don’t we help you with your shopping and then you can come back to our house for lunch?'

‘That would be wonderful’, replied Susan.

Now, I was really worried, I knew I had offended Lucia by not telling her about the ceilidh and I knew she was going to make me suffer for it.

‘Julie, pick up Susan’s bags and carry them for her please’.

Susan smiled at the use of my female name and thanked me for carrying her bags. It turned out that the things Susan needed to buy were in the underwear department, so there was further opportunity to tease me, and Lucia didn’t miss her chance. She told Susan how I really liked to see all the beautiful silky underwear but always tried to pretend that I wasn’t interested.

On completion of Susan’s purchases we went back to Susan’s Hillman Minx and she drove us back to our house. In the car, Lucia explained to Susan that I had also become a far more considerate driver since being introduced to petticoating as I was terrified of being stopped by the police while dressed in female underwear.

Inside the front door Lucia wasted no time in my next round of humiliation.

‘Julie Anne you have been very naughty in withholding information about your company ceilidh, and now you are going to pay the price. Go and change into your schoolgirl tartan skirt and petticoat, put on your pinafore, and report to the lounge for further instructions’.

It was no use arguing. Lucia was going to demonstrate to Susan who wore the trousers in our house. The two girls went into the lounge to relax while I went to change into my schoolgirl uniform and pinafore. When I had finished dressing I returned to the lounge, Susan was full of complements for Lucia.

‘Lucia, he is so obedient, and he looks absolutely delightful in his school uniform and pinafore. Lucia thanked Susan for her kind remarks and then asked me to lift up my skirt and pinafore so that Susan could see my bloomers and petticoat. ‘They are so pretty I bet you really love wearing them Julie’, remarked Susan. I noted that Susan was now also calling me by my female name.

‘Yes Ma'm, thank you Ma'm’, I replied and curtseyed.

‘Julie go and prepare us a light lunch and bring it into the lounge on the serving trolley’.

‘Yes Donna Lucia’ I replied. I went out to the kitchen and prepared some sandwiches and a pot of tea and wheeled it into the lounge. I served both girls and asked if there would be anything else.

‘That will be all thank you Julie, but stand there by the door in case we require any further services’.

‘Thank you ma’am, I curtseyed and went and stood to attention by the door.

The girls continued with their conversation over lunch. Susan really was impressed with Lucia’s power over me and was probing to find out all the details. Lucia didn’t hold back, she explained that I loved her all the more for her domination of me and that I was now very attentive towards her. Furthermore, I was always ready to satisfy her when she required. It was totally embarrassing standing there while they discussed me but Lucia was right, I had become far more attentive to her needs, and I really loved her for fulfilling my desires to be dominated. However, the current scenario was really testing.

After the girls had finished, I was asked to remove the dishes and clean up in he kitchen. Afterward I was allowed to join the girls in the lounge.

Susan asked Lucia ‘What will Julie wear to the ceilidh this evening? She looks a picture in her schoolgirl uniform’.

‘No, I don’t think we will humiliate him much more today. I have told you all these details in strictest confidence Susan, I don’t want it generally known that Julie likes feminine things, as he has to maintain some self esteem, and he has behaved very well today even though he has been totally humiliated in front of his boss. However, kilts are mandatory for ceilidhs so he will be wearing his bloomers and petticoat underneath, to fend off any unwanted female curiosity’.

‘Wonderful!’ replied Susan, ‘Such a pity that he won’t be able to show off his pretty petticoat to all the girls though'.

With that Susan said she had better be running along to get ready. Lucia suggested that we pick Susan up at 6:30 and she could direct us, as we were not sure of the location, and besides Julie wouldn’t be allowed to drink and therefore both girls could be merry. Susan thought that was a splendid idea.

After Susan had departed, I couldn’t stop myself raising my voice to Lucia. ‘Do you realise what you have done? That woman is my boss. How can I deal with her in future now she knows all this about me – I will be totally humiliated in the office’.

‘Don’t worry darling Julie, you can now be dominated by your boss as well as me – you should be very grateful that I have allowed this to happen. You know how you like to obey powerful women. It could even lead to your promotion, as Susan knows you will always side with her, therefore when she moves onward and upward she is bound to select you as her replacement.

‘Here, I will help you out of your pinafore, and you may change into your highland dress, but make sure you wear your petticoat, panty girdle and bloomers underneath’.

‘Please Donna Lucia, you know the petticoat will be visible when I sit down’.

‘Then you will have to remain standing won’t you dear – you know you are still being punished for failing to tell me about the ceilidh, and now for raising your voice to me as well'.

I was thankful that I wasn’t to be further humiliated at the ceilidh, but I had to be very careful during some of the dances in case the swing of my kilt revealed the lacy hems of my petticoat and bloomers. Fortunately Lucia gave me some money for the event and allowed me to wear a sporran so that I could stand my round at the bar, but, alas, I was only allowed soft drinks. The girls were getting quite tiddly, but even though Susan knew all about what I was wearing beneath the kilt she did not let on to anyone, although she did tease me about being an English man masquerading as a Scot. She kept suggesting that I might like to treat the girls by giving them a ‘flash’, and kept encouraging me to sit with them rather than stand at the bar with the men.

After dropping Susan off on the way back, Lucia became very affectionate and started running her hand beneath my kilt and massaging me through the material of my bloomers. I was getting very excited, and told her to be careful as it was dark and the road was very narrow and twisting.

'Pull off into this plantation', she announced as we were passing around the back of Tyrebagger Hill. I pulled into the car park used by walkers visiting the woods. The minute we parked, Lucia was all over me, pulling up the hem of my kilt and pulling my bloomers and girdle down – it was almost like rape, but great all the same.

On Monday, all the talk in the office was about the ceilidh, and who had managed to make fools of themselves. Fortunately no attention was paid to me although a couple of the secretaries remarked that I looked very smart in the kilt, and now that I had worn one I shouldn’t make any more derogatory remarks about Scotsmen.

As I was getting a cup of tea from the machine Susan crept up behind me and patted me on the bottom and said ‘Hello Julie, what colour panties today?’

I turned red with embarrassment as I told her ‘Pink, Ma’am’. ‘Well done dear, would you mind getting me a cup and coming along to my office?’

‘Yes Ma’am’, I replied. I ordered another tea and carried both cups along the corridor, nervous at what fate was about to befall me.

‘Come in Julie, close the door and take a seat. Now don’t look so worried, this is a work related matter. You will be aware that the company has been doing extremely well lately. Well, I am being promoted, and so will sit on the board of directors. I have been asked to nominate my successor and if you want it, I will recommend you’.

I was totally speechless, how had Lucia foreseen this?  ‘Yes….yes please Susan thank you so much for putting my name forward’.

‘Good that’s agreed then. Go and ‘phone the good news to your delightful wife, and then come back here after lunch and we will start to run through particulars’.

‘Thank you…thank you so much Susan’.

‘It’s a pleasure Julie – I know we haven’t always seen eye to eye, but you are the best person for the position I am sure, and I know
I can trust you’. She gave a sly wink.

I ‘phoned Lucia directly to tell her the good news. Lucia was over the moon, and repeated that I had no need to worry about Susan knowing our little secret, and she hinted that she may be able to afford an increase in my hourly wage.

In conclusion, not only had my ‘enforced petticoating’ led to a stronger more loving relationship with my wife, but it had gained me promotion at work as well! I really am grateful to Miss MacDonald for explaining the benefits of petticoating through the magazine, which has encouraged my wife and mistress, and helped to persuade her that it was the right course of action in our case.
Julie Anne Elliott

It is good to see one thing mentioned in this story: so few men realise how heavy breasts are, and I am glad Julie Anne mentioned that. A woman friend of mine once remarked that 'Men who think that women are the weaker sex should go try going through life with a couple of two pound weights strapped to their chest'. And try carrying a young child on their hip for any length of time I might add.

A flavour of wishful real life seems to have become intermingled with this story, so I must state that there are to be no pay increases at petticoated.com this year, and I do not think that Julie Anne is quite ready to take over the company, although she would do an excellent job I am sure. I have some things planned for 2002 which will require capital expenditure, so this will be a very Scrooge-like Christmas, although the Works party will still be well catered of course.

I see that the Business Section of the 'Guardian' has named me Britain's most penny-pinching business person of the year again, but they failed to mention how much growth we have achieved here at petticoated.com.

The beginning of the financial year on the sixth of April  is a typically British ancient tradition. The first day of the banking year in olden times used to be the 25th of March. I think that may even have gone back to the Roman idea of the Ides of March (March 15). Anyway, in the 18th century Britain finally replaced the Julian calender with the Roman Catholic Gregorian calender, which is the one that we use today. This country was behind most European countries because of the strong anti-Papist feelings which still endured in Britain. As Voltaire famously remarked, 'The English would rather that the sun be wrong, than the Pope be right'. When the change occured, the calender jumped forward  eleven days, and so March 25 became April 6. Readers of the 'Curiosities' page this month will also note that January 6th is still celebrated in some parts of the countryside as 'Old Christmas Day'.

The rural working class still believed that the date of their death was inscribed in a Great Book in Heaven (the origin of the expression 'Your days are numbered'), and there were demonstrations throughout Britain in which the peasant class demanded,  'Give us back our eleven days'. We can see from diaries kept at the time that the more educated classes in the cities adapted to the jump in dates with equanimity.