“Arghh… please Bessie… not so tight!” the teenage Earl protested as the ma
“Arghh… please Bessie… not so tight!” the teenage Earl protested as the maid tugged on his corset strings. “Twenty-six inches your mother said… that’s the waist of your frock Miss Felix.” Bessie replied. Felix thought he might faint before his waist was drawn in enough. In fact he hoped he would, but he didn’t. Next came his chemise and petticoats, then Bessie held his frock open so he could step into it. He reluctantly pushed his hands through the sleeves and turned as she lifted it onto his shoulders, giving her access to all the buttons that run up its back. “Oh I wish mother wasn’t so furious.” he sighed as the frock encased him. “I can’t say anything about that Miss Felix. All I can do is as I’m instructed.” she told him. “Lets put you in front of the mirror shall we?” Bessie said once all the buttons had been fastened. “This isn’t right Bessie… mother can’t want me to wear this!” the young Earl gasped. “Surely it should be ankle length?” he quizzed, noting that his frock lands just below the knee. “This is the frock your mother gave me Miss Felix.” “But… I’m sixteen Bessie… even eight year old girls wear their frocks down to the calf!” he exclaimed and he twisted this way and that. “Just below the knee is the length for five year old’s!” he stated. “I’ll be the laughing stock if I’m seen in a frock this short!” “I understand that’s precisely what Lady Sackville has in mind Miss Felix.” Bessie replied. “Let’s get your bonnet on.” she said, “Then I’ll present you to your mother.” she told him. “You do know how to curtsey don’t you?” -- source link
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