He came in with no formalities and with a busy smile and directly walked behind me and dutifully tied the knots. It fitted me perfectly and he told me...to look at myself in the mirror on all sides. Not to mention, the knots were clinging to my flesh and there were small folds of flesh formed on either side of each knot. 4 of them in total in zig sag array. He stepped behind and admired his handy work. He told me to wear the pallu over me. Till then having forgotten all about it, a new rush of. They asked if Daisy was willing to give up being male, permanently. Daisy agreed.Daisy met them in person one time to get smoothies, because the couple wanted to see how they all ‘vibed’ together. She couldn’t believe it when the coupled offered to meet with her to ‘play’. She was given instructions to present herself completely as a female; including to make herself completely smooth, wear a short dress, her chastity, and female underwear. She was also given instructions and agreed to the. So when my mourning had been decently observed I accepted an offer of marriage from another local landowner, Mr Welbeck, who had a fine estate nearby at Deepwell Hall. My new husband was almost 40 years older than my then nineteen years. His first wife had been unable to have children and I think he saw me as his last chance to have a son and heir. Otherwise the estate would pass to a distant cousin. I most obviously could have children. But maybe the problem was on his side for although we. "Please come down for breakfast."So, in my red satin pyjama top (a gift from Helen after her filming trip to Bali) and my long stripy socks, I make my entrance to the kitchen.Oh, didn't I say? When I'm at home, Mum likes me to be bottomless. Don't get me wrong, I love it too, and when Helen is home, she and I dress that way too. It's like our family uniform. I usually wear something on top, my big old baggy sweater for example. Or just a very loose t-shirt. I have a sleeveless one with huge.