His Aunt Nicole

[Simonssister]

Chapter 339.

Miss Poole welcomed Tim with open arms – literally, giving him such a hug that took the breath out of him!
“Tim!  Wonderful to see you!”
She stood back to take in the total effect.
“My goodness, what an amazing outfit!  And what a fine boy you’ve become.  Surely you’ve grown even in the last few weeks!  No wonder we’ve been receiving so many encomiums about you!”
“Enco…?  Er, really, miss…?”
“Absolutely!  Me personally, of course, but ESDS has been flooded as well!  You’ve become quite the celebrity, you know.”
Tim couldn’t restrain a little swagger of pride.
“I’m happy…to be of service, Miss Poole…” he stammered; and added modestly, “but of course, the Fantastex outfit…  I mean, everyone admired it…  It really is a masterpiece.”
“Yes, you’re right.  But it’s the outfit, and you, Tim.  However, this episode will affect the direction ESDS takes.  The board have had a meeting, and it’s decided that we will train up more pageboys from now on.  Some women want maids, but there are clearly many for whom a pageboy would be the preferred servant.  With that in mind, Cynthia is working on a variety of outfits for you to model this week.  We’ll make an early start of Thursday, so get a good night’s sleep.  I’ve set aside a stable for your changing room.  We’ll take lots of photographs, and go through them over the succeeding days.”
“Wow, great!” exclaimed Tim, unable to contain his delight at the prospect of a whole day of showing off in front of a camera.  But he quickly added, “that’s to say, thank you, Miss Poole.  It’s a great honour to be able to help.  I’ll do my very best, of course…”
“I know you will, darling.  Now before you go, here’s a little bonus…”  She handed over a sealed brown envelope.
“Oh!  Thank you…”
“You’ve earned it.  And thank you, Serena dear, for chaperoning him through the whole thing.  You both did a great job.  Now, run along and enjoy the rest of the day…”

As they made their way out, Tim handed the envelope to Serena.
“Could you look after that for me, please?”
“Of course.  Oh, look.  There’s Mellie.  Hi Mellie!”
“Come and watch Bobby!  If we go down the hill a little way we’ll get a good view.  It’s so funny!”
They made their way down the path.
“He really hates Sunday afternoons now.  Some of these girls have no idea about the aids – all they do is sit there and thrash away with their little whips!  It’s hilarious.”  She stopped.  “Look.  Here goes another one.  Just look at his face!”
“Oh my god, he looks so angry!” gasped Tim.  “His cheeks are almost as red as his ball-gag!  Go, Bobby!  Oh!  They’re down!”
Bobby had tripped and he and his rider were sprawling on the turf.  Tim screamed with laughter.  MĂ©lisande hesitated for a moment, concerned, then, seeing Bobby was none the worse, though rather chagrined, she relaxed.  She smiled.  He was such a trooper.  He protested sometimes, but never really complained.  He enjoyed his double life as boot boy and pony.  But he was going to be exhausted by five.  Okay.  She’d make sure he had a nice evening.  Her mother had agreed to cook him a meal and make him a special dessert.  After he finished  MĂ©lisande planned to lead him back to his apartment, get him out of his suit, let him have long warm shower, and get him into some clean, comfortable clothes  He could wear one of his dresses if he wanted.  Clarissa was coming to pick them up around six, and they’d be home by six-thirty.

They watched a couple more sessions, then made their way back to the car park.  Tim and MĂ©lisande said goodbye, and soon he and Serena were in the Porsche and on their way back.
“Looking forward to Thursday, Tim?”
“Very much.  Whereabouts is the shoot actually going to take place?”
“Oh, as I understand it, anywhere in the Centre – probably not in any one place.”
“Will it be closed off?”
“Not at all.  The Centre will be functioning as usual.  I imagine you’ll attract lots of curious onlookers.”
“Really?”  He smiled.  “Great!” he thought.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 340.

For Tim, the next three days were dedicated to one element of his training – discipline.  This was where his teachers thought he was most vulnerable to error.  Every now and then he would question an instruction, or frown at a duty.  And the one thing certain about Connie Brookshaw was that, though she appeared kind and considerate, she couldn’t abide disobedience – or indeed mere reluctance – as a response to an order.  She expected total and unconditional compliance.  She didn’t even like a maid asking for clarification!  “They should be trained know what I want,” was her uncompromising view.  In the past one maid had been sent back – though not before he had received some painful chastisement, and experienced some other less orthodox humiliations – and two others had returned severely distressed.
It was Wednesday afternoon.  Serena was delivering a final caution.
“Just do exactly what she tells you,” said Serena, “and do it without question.  Do you understand?  It’s not only for your own good.  The reputation of ESDS is on the line.  Yes, you did a great job at Debbie’s wedding.  But that was a cakewalk compared with Mrs Brookshaw.”
“Okay.  I understand.  I promise I’ll be ever so good and submissive.  From what I’ve heard she’s not someone I want to get on the wrong side of…”
“Absolutely right.  You’ll do anything, won’t you, Tim?  Just keep her happy.”
“Will do, miss.”  He paused.  “Er…  Have any of my outfits arrived?  I saw some boxes…”
“You don’t miss much, do you?  Yes, they have.  But they’re for tomorrow.”
“I couldn’t just try one…?” he pleaded.
Serena looked at him and shook her head.  “You’re incorrigible!” 
“Is that good?”
“No.  All right, I’ll just have a look.  Stay there.  Don’t move.  And don’t tell anyone, or I’ll get into trouble.”
“Yes, miss.  Thank you, miss.”

She was away for a while.  She returned with a cardboard box.
“There are some nice things there.  But for the time being…  Well, first of all there’s your classic pageboy outfit like you wore to the wedding, but with super-shiny red shorts.  If this fits you can wear it to go to Pitt’s Wood tomorrow.  It’s very smart, perfect for most pageboy gigs you’ll have to do.  Then there’s a green outfit.  This must be one of those than Connie herself requested.  You can try that on afterwards.  Go and change into the red one first.”

Tim was changed in five minutes, and was soon posing happily in the living-room while Serena snapped away on her phone.
“We’ll simply add these piccies to the shoot, so they won’t be wasted.  Okay, try the other one on.  Here.”
She pulled out a short green dress.  Tim’s face fell.
“Oh!  That’s not a boy’s outfit…”
“Oh, well spotted, darling,” quipped Serena, sarcastically.  Sorry, did you forget you’re training as a maid?  All that pageboy stuff has gone to your head, hasn’t it?”
“No…”
“It has.  It’s obvious.  Welcome to the real world, Tim.  Mrs Brookshaw has ordered a maid.  She may not be averse to an occasional pageboy, but looking through the stuff out there there’s plenty of girly things.  So you’d better adjust to your feminine side asap.  Now, change into this, please, and let’s have a few photos out in the sunshine.”
“Do I have to?”
“If you ever say that to Mrs Brookshaw, you’re dead.”
“Okay…”

In the event Tim looked very sweet in his green dress, despite the fact he couldn’t raise much of a smile.
“Such pretty stockings!” laughed Serena.  “What a cutie!  Come on Tim, show your face!  You’re not blushing, are you?”
And she added, under her breath, “wait till you see your new maid’s outfit!  You will be then!”