For a servant boy like me the Royal Ball at Versailles was so far away in both
distance and in the life it represented, that to even dream about going took a
lot of effort. Nevertheless this is how a lowly young carriage boy from
Nottingham ended up at one of the grandest events in the world and met his
Majesty King Louis XVI.

My mistress at that time was Lady Constance Beringham, a very elderly lady who
lived quietly on her estate and rarely ventured more than a few miles from home.
So the arrival of an invitation to attend the Grand Ball was surprise enough,
but when she announced her desire to go a wave of incredulity swept through the
house.

Within two days, her ladyship and five of her staff were en route to France
leaving behind a houseful of still bewildered retainers. As for me, I couldn't
believe my luck as I steered the carriage through the lanes toward London.
Henry, the carriage master had come down with some mysterious illness just
before departure (rather conveniently in my opinion) and I was the only possible
replacement. But my luck didn't end there, instead of spending some time in the
great city of London before returning home I ended up travelling with her
Ladyship in charge of her luggage after Lydia, the wardrobe mistress disappeared
(later turning up in the bed of a chandler from Peckham).

It was in Amiens that disaster struck. Fortunately it struck her Ladyship and
became my gateway to the greatest day of my life. I don't know what it was she
caught but I heard it involved some rather forceful evacuations from a variety
of orifices and left her bedridden for two weeks, all the while I was going on
ahead with most of her luggage to make the arrangements for lodgings.

I was sitting in the midst of a large set of rooms in a fashionable hotel so
close to the palace that I could see it and daydreaming about how fantastic it
would all be when a messenger brought me the news of her Ladyship's problems and
that I should return to Aimiens at once. I couldn't be too depressed, after all
I was in Versailles amidst a bustling city of fantastic places and people,
seeing more from a window that I ever hoped to see in my life. I resolved to
spend the rest of the day here looking around the place and returning on the
morning's first carriage, a minor delay that would never be noticed.

Now I won't bore you with the details of my day other than to say it was magical
but one thing did have a big impact and I must tell you of it. I had stopped to
watch some street players performing a play, two men vying for the attentions of
a very pretty girl and getting in to all sorts of trouble. I was about to turn
away when I realised that the girl was in fact another actor, a man dressed and
made up and after staring at him for a moment began to get an idea that was so
big and outrageous it took a full five minutes before it all squeezed into my
head.

When the play was done I went to talk with the actor, Antoine, who had made such
a lovely woman and asked him how he had done it. He seemed pleased at my
compliments and made me blush a lot as he batted his eyes at me in a very coy
and feminine way. I asked him if he could show me how to do it and, after
viewing me closely from all angles announced that he could.

You see my plan was to attend the ball myself in the guise of Lady Beringham
who, as far as I was aware, no one had met.

That night, the eve before the Ball, Antoine came to the suite with a small case
of powders and pots and a few costumes. The make up I would need but when I
showed him the gowns and skirts that made up her Ladyship's wardrobe he all but
swooned. "Oh, we must try these on together, no? We'll be the two prettiest
girls in all of France."

An hour or two later we were indeed two very lovely women, so much so that I
could not help but feel myself grow stiff under all my skirts and petticoats. I
gazed in wonder at the radiant girl standing in the mirror, I just could not
believe it was me. I was perfect. I thanked Antoine and asked if he could help
me the next evening too and told him of my plan as I removed my clothes and
washed off the make up. He agreed readily and suggested he could attend to as my
maid. It was a good plan and we laughed as we drank some wine to celebrate,
discussing what wonders we would see and whether we would meet the King.

Antoine still had not got changed and found myself looking at him more and more
as we talked and laughed, noticing how pretty he looked and finding it
increasingly hard to think of him as a man. He noticed my attention and
responded as a woman would, holding my gaze longer than necessary, licking his
lips a lot, and before I new it he was in my arms and we were kissing madly. I
had never had feelings like this before and the touch of his lips was a
revelation. I broke off with a gasp when I felt his tongue in my mouth but as I
looked down at him, chin up, and with a wicked grin on his face I couldn't
resist and we explored each others mouths with our tongues, our hands beginning
to explore one another's bodies. Soon he was fumbling at the cords holding up my
britches and a moment later I felt his fingers wrap around my hot and swollen
cock, a groan escaping from me at his touch. We kissed for a long time, tongues
touching and writhing, his hands gently caressing my manhood, and then he slowly
broke away, kissing down my neck and shoulders as I tried to follow him down and
find his mouth again but he had other ideas, gradually working his way down my
chest and abdomen and then licking little circles around my groin, his cheeks
and chin brushing my rigid dick and making me gasp and pant in tortured ecstasy.
As his tongue began to lick my balls I arched my back in agony at the pleasure
of it all, his mouth sucking in one testicle then the other to give each special
attention from his hot tongue. The moment his mouth closed over my cock I began
to cry and knew why the church banned men from lying with men, if it was always
like this, men would never do anything else. I abandoned myself to the desire
and lay in a dream as his tongue licked around the end of my cock, shivers
running through me as it lapped at the ridge around the head and tickled the
hole, all the while his hands gently caressing my shaft and scrotum. It was a
moment of absolute rapture drawn out forever and then it stopped.

I gasped and opened my eyes, dizzy from the sudden release, as he stood up. "Oh,
please don't stop." I begged but Antoine just smiled.

"Lie still my darling." He said and began to hitch up his skirts. I could see
his cock, hard and straight, pointing right at me and I knew I wanted to see if
I could give as much pleasure to that great tool as he had to mine. However it
was not to be as he swung one leg over, straddling me and with a blissful smile
lowered himself down.

My dick was pushed down and for a moment it became very uncomfortable as though
he were crushing my sensitive tool but then the pressure stopped and I felt his
bottom on my thighs. I sighed in delight at this new feeling, realising that I
was now deep inside him, and as he began to move up an down I understood were
fucking, just like men and women do. It was so hot and tight and with the rustle
of the skirts all but impossible not to feel I was with a woman, and when I
opened my eyes again to see him with his waist pulled in by corsets, scoop
necked bust line, and with his made up face thrown back in sheer lusty delight
if I hadn't seen that glimpse of cock I'd have never known.

He rode me for a few minutes and I began to feel that my moment would soon be
here. There was a rustle and I looked up to see him pulling his skirts up again
so that he could play with his cock which bounced around with the rhythm of his
thrusts but he grabbed it and began to pull on it quickly, grinding his buttocks
down to get me deep in him then lifting up so that I was almost out, harder and
faster until it was difficult to see straight. "For you, mon cher." He breathed
and a great jet of sticky come spurted out catching my in the face, great
gobbets of it squirted at me and I opened my mouth letting them splatter onto my
tongue in an explosion of wonderful taste that must be like the nectar of the
Gods. With a groan I rolled it around on my tongue to extract all the taste and
then felt my cock all but explode inside him as I released my own load.

He collapsed on top of me, the pair of us hot and sweaty, and he kissed me hard,
tasting his own come on my lips.

"Tomorrow," he breathed as he lay down beside, "it will be your turn to be the
mademoiselle."