"Well, it was so difficult at first. I was so frightened, so confused at first, so uncertain of my own identity. Once I had acceded to my Father's mandate and had agreed to assume female dress, Nadine was thrust upon me so suddenly and and I was caparisoned so quickly in lady's attire, that I had no time to think about what was happening to me. One moment I was Arthur Wellesley, playboy, in the customary white slacks and blue blazer, and the next, I was before the press in a Dior cocktail dress, explaining why I'd agreed to always live in haute couture. In Nadine's defense, I have to admit that it was her job to deck me out in feminine finery and present me to the world as a lady with barely enough time for the fitters to create a bosom for me, but aht was my fault, not hers. Had I been less truculent about accepting my fate, poor, patient Nadine would have had more time to dress me as she had to."