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Sarah and Jon By Callie Messenger Sarah looked down through the list of library members and felt a surge of disappointment. There was no J. Davies on the list. There were two L. Davieses, one of whom could be Linda, his wife, but it might not be. She had done so well, considering she had done this alone. The last time Sarah had seen Jonathan Davies they hadn't said a word to each other. He was married by then. Linda didn't know it, but the last time her husband and Sarah had talked was when they had slept together, shortly before the marriage. That had been the last straw for Sarah, having Jon sleep with her but then had ignored her once he'd had his way. As if him dumping her for Linda hadn't been bad enough. She'd had other boyfriends since, and some quite nice ones. She had a new one now, back home waiting for her. But she couldn't get Jon out of her mind. She couldn't get the way he'd treated her out of her mind. The fact that he existed made it difficult for her to really get on with her life. She wanted him, yet she couldn't have him. She wanted to have him and dump him, just to get even somehow. She wanted though, most of all, to make sure he couldn't affect her thoughts any more. She wanted to make sure he was gone. She didn't bear Linda any ill will, not as a person, but if she couldn't have him, then neither could Linda. She knew it was vicious to think that way, but if it made her feel guilty those feelings were overridden by her desire for revenge. Six years it had been festering inside her, and if she ever considered that her desire may be slightly deranged, she never showed it. A few things had happened to bring her to this stage. Becoming successful herself was one thing, especially when she felt her self-worth because of her success being undermined by the fact that Jon had set her on her course all those years ago when they were students. Then there was her boyfriend, himself a wealthy man, who reminded her so much of Jon, both in looks and personality. These were more recent things, reasons to remove the specter from her life. Further back she recalled meeting Melissa, a reformed sexaholic, as she left from a S.A. meeting. A friendship formed and Sarah discovered that the glamorous older woman was a transsexual. A period followed in which Sarah met many more people in Melissa's circle, and got to know the community quite well. Perhaps even then she was forming a plan. Sarah couldn't kill, or maim, or perform other acts involving bodily harm. She wasn't going to take a gun to her ex-boyfriend. She knew that much. She wanted a reason to release him from her life. A reason to dump him. She had that much planned. First she needed a way to win him over once again, and to do that she had to find him. So here she was in a library in a suburb of Sydney. The last time she saw Jon he'd been in a pub with some old friends. She caught up with one of those who'd given her a company name. She spoke to his old manager who mentioned another company who gave her a contact number. The international code was Australia, the city code was Sydney, and the suburb code was right here. She flew over first class and found herself a flat for the duration. It was cheap and shoddy, but the less Jon got to know about her, the better. If she found him. "Excuse me, Miss," called the librarian, shaking her out of her reverie, "can I help you?" "I'm looking for a couple of books," Sarah answered, quickly writing down two that were logged out to the L. Davieses before she returned to the front of the desk. "Can you tell me where these are?" The librarian took the scrap of paper and checked on the titles. "They're both out, I'm afraid. I can reserve them for you?" "Could you tell me who has them?" "I'm sorry, I'm not at liberty to do that." Sarah frowned. At least confirming that one of the names was Linda would have been enough. She couldn't have come all this way just to have hit a dead end. She thanked the librarian and left. Walking through the shops she became a little despondent. What if the phone number was years out of date? What then? She moped for a little before picking up her feet. She wasn't finished yet. And it would do her no good to be seen by either of the Davieses before she found where they were, so she should really get off the streets. It was time to get clever. Old photos were recognized by some of the restaurant workers. The Davieses were still in town. The local gym recognized Jon too. That was good, as that was a prime place to bump into him. Sarah joined. She also discovered that he regularly worked out straight after work. The next day she spotted him coming to the gym while she was sipping a coffee in a caf? across the road. She walked down the street he had come up. When he eventually came back down she followed him, right to his apartment block. She called the building supervisor and asked for him by name, so the super told her which number he lived in. Within two more days she knew the car he drove, where he worked, what Linda spent her time doing, and that he had a child. Momentarily that put her off. Jon was a father. Then she reconsidered. That child should have been hers. As she thought of the implications she realized that her plan fell a little short now. Making Jon impotent was a little late now that he was a father. More drastic plans were called for. A few more weeks enabled her to discover that Jon didn't really get on with his boss and was looking out for another opportunity to present itself. Also, he was visiting the sights of King's Cross on occasion, with his workmates. Perhaps he was bored at home? As a good looking blonde, Sarah had little trouble getting herself a position as a barmaid at one of the strip joints. Eventually, five weeks of dealing with the dregs of Sydney society later, he stumbled in with two mates. She knew the phrases, though she'd never used them herself, but after one or two of the uglier girls had approached the group she left her place behind the bar and walked up to him. "Would you like to come up to a room with me?" His eyes were having trouble focusing on her, but she could see the confusion in them. He couldn't understand what was happening. She took the next step. "Jon, is that you? What are you doing here?" "Sarah?" He whispered loudly. She grabbed his hand and pulled him along. "Come somewhere quiet with me. We'll talk." He made no objection. Sarah smiled to herself as she realized that the first seed had been sown. Neither of his two mates would ever believe that the girl he left with was an old girlfriend. The rumor wouldn't take long to spread. In the back room she sat him on the bed and pulled his trousers down. "I have to make it look like we're working, just in case anyone else comes in." She told him. She watched his cock make every effort to erect, even though it was probably more full of alcohol than blood. In the next half an hour she managed to make him believe that she was still traveling, though making quite a bit of money where she was now. She told him she was staying in his suburb and 'discovered' that they went to the same gym. She allowed him to arrange a meeting at the gym, and noted it down with her number on a beer mat that she slipped in his pocket. She sent him away with a blow-job 'on the house', which unbeknownst to her was something that he'd been missing for the last six years. If he forgot the rest of the night, he couldn't forget that. Two days later they met at the gym. Three days later he skipped the gym and went straight to hers. Sarah was in heaven. --------- Sarah knew that she had to move quickly. She had experimented sexually with Jon many years before and was beginning to find out that he was missing many of the things that she would do for him, but knew that the novelty would wear off. He had left her for Linda once and he would do it again. But he was turning up at strip shows now, which was something he never did when a girl kept his interest. And the hour or more that he spent at the gym was a perfect excuse. First she would persuade him that Linda might notice the difference now that he wasn't going. "I do have some diet pills." She suggested to him. "They'll make sure you don't have too much of an appetite following your exercise here." Jon smiled and accepted them, taking three of the large pink pills straight away and then heading home for a shower. Sarah smiled too. He hadn't realized that when she found out about his work worries she had called his employer to ask for a reference. By now this should have got back to his boss who would be considering what to do about it. She had stated that she was from a real employment agency, but if he really followed it up it would be found out as a fiction as she never worked there and didn't know anyone who did. If he really followed it up. She checked through her wardrobes at her growing collection of bulky clothes and on her dressing table at her pots of heavy makeup. Her employers were getting used to her wearing both, and in the murky dark of the clubs it was hard to distinguish people anyway. They didn't really care what she looked like as long as she turned up and accepted the crap money. She'd never told them she wouldn't work the rooms too, just not yet. Finally she checked her list of final items to collect. A couple of corsets being specially constructed for her, a gaffe that realistically resembled a vagina, and another that very realistically resembled a small, limp penis and its testicles. Oh, and the item she had to deliver, which was the blow to Linda's marriage. ---------- Sarah actually sighed as she came down from her orgasmic high. There was no doubt that while Jon might have had an unexciting sex-life, he had perfected the standard manoeuvres. It was all helped along by the fact that the hormones she was giving him appeared already to have relaxed him, and perhaps even slowed him down, at least to orgasm. It wasn't so surprising after so few weeks perhaps, as the doses he was taking were enormous. But it would still be a while before he wasn't able to use his member. Sarah realized she was actually grateful for that. He was way better than the little her new boyfriend had showed her. If it wasn't for his money, she would happily stay here. Only that reminded her that Jon probably wouldn't stay with her. Well, she considered, he'd be coming to her more often soon. She'd befriended a couple of the women that attended the same playgroups as Linda. Over coffee she had discussed various intimacies with them including details of the man she was sleeping with. If any of it got back to Linda, she would only begin to wonder. And then, with the chemical castration that was so inevitably occurring, she would have to wonder why he couldn't keep it up. Then what? But the best wouldn't be his wife throwing him out. The best might be right on the horizon. When Jon had arrived today he'd seemed a little worried. "Sarah," he said, "it looks like I might be looking for a new job soon. There's something up in work and my boss seems to think that I might suffer as a result of it." "What about your visa?" She'd asked him. "Aren't they your sponsors." "Yes, they are. I guess I could be looking for a job back home then." "Does Linda know?" "I wouldn't dare tell her. We haven't recouped any of the expense of setting up here. Danny's settled in and so has she. I guess it would be hard but we'll have to do it." --------- Sarah considered her options very carefully. Jon could still succeed at heading home and thus escape her trap. After pulling a couple of favors she had a letter sent to Jon appearing to be from his accountant, asking for a large amount of money that would be payable if he didn't remain ex-patriate for the minimum period of two years. She knew that the amount would break Jon. But that wasn't enough. Three weeks later Jon was handed his notice, with a personal request from his boss not to serve the notice period. "You don't need to tell Linda yet. You are still getting paid." Sarah pointed out to him. "I know, but I have to plan on leaving the country already, so she's got to know." "How about if I can arrange you another visa?" "The company you work for doesn't even require visas, does it?" He asked snidely. "We have been checked, but I got my visa from my other job, in the city." She responded with a smile. "So how could you get me a visa?" "I have an idea, but I'd rather not let you know until I know if it's possible." Jon nodded as he got himself dressed into his gym kit. Sarah sent him off with the five pills he was up to now. They were certainly keeping him looking in shape, and judging by the last two sessions they were disabling certain of his functions. All that remained was for things to get bad enough that he would try anything, and that was going to happen in just a few days time. --------- Right on schedule Linda walked out on Jon. Sarah had let herself be noticed in town on the weekend, and though she didn't give Linda a good look it was enough to set her wondering. Probably she went home to mention to her husband that she saw someone strikingly like his ex-girlfriend. And then she might have wondered with him why he wasn't able to perform with her in bed. Added up with the descriptions she had already heard from her acquaintances concerning the man who was sleeping with the new blonde girl, she must have been really intrigued. That would be why she waited for her husband at the gym, only to find out that he hadn't signed in there for a couple of months now, but had been spotted with a girl that had joined not too long before that. A girl who fitted Sarah's description right down to the name. Jon had gone home to find it empty. He had gone to the garage to find it empty. He had gone to the bank account to find it empty. He had returned to Sarah's to find it just as he had left it. He broke down in her arms. She wondered to herself for a second. Here she was with the man she wanted and he wanted her. Couldn't this be enough for her? Unfortunately he wasn't talking about her but about the woman who had replaced her. How fitting to phrase it that way, she thought to herself, as she reviewed her plan with renewed determination. The woman who replaced her. "Jon, you need money to get home. You need money to keep your apartment. You need money full stop." "You're right. I need to get myself sorted. I'll get the apartment back on the market tomorrow. Can I stay here?" Sarah wasn't unprepared for the question. "Sure, but only until you get yourself on your feet. And I can't feed you." "My first priority is getting some money. Did you get any news about that visa?" "I told you it was only an idea I was mulling over, and I now know it's possible." "Look, Sarah, I'd appreciate anything you can do. Are you going to tell me your idea." Sarah looked pensive as she thought this over. She knew she was going ahead with this, only would he? This was the only point he had to get over. "I hold two jobs, a day job and a night job. The day job provides the visa and the night job has proof that I have it. If you were to do my night job during the day, you'd be covered." It didn't take long for the prime, simple realization to occur. "I'm not you." Jon stated, with a questioning glance at Sarah. "That's true, but it's very dark in the club, and no-one really gets to see anyone who's not on stage." "Surely there's an office or something." "I was interviewed in the bar. If they have anything in an office it's a photocopy of my passport, which could be anyone." Jon stayed silent for a few moments. "You're considering this, aren't you?" Asked Sarah. Jon nodded. He looked up at her. "The latest weird event in my crazy world is that my mistress wants me to dress up as her and go work in a strip joint. But the truth is you're the only person who's offered to help me out, and more than that, I need to disappear for a while. It's strange, and I don't know how you thought of it, but it's ideal. How do you propose we pull this off?" Sarah could barely hold herself back from laughing out loud. The fool was in, and he trusted her. The rest was downhill. -------- Jon walked down the club stairs for the first time. He was sure the taxi driver had made him, but there were no comments as soon as he said he was headed for King's Cross. He looked reasonable in his loose black sweater and black jeans. Sarah had padded out his thighs and bum, and she'd glued breastforms onto his shaven chest, which were held by a corseted bustier. His waist was quite trim. Two inch heels put him about the same height that Sarah stood on her platforms. A blonde wig was firmly fitted to his head. Too much makeup was caked onto his face though Sarah had done a good job of showing him how to look half passable. All he had to do now was disappear into the dim bar and do a job. Fortunately, these places were almost empty in the daytime. Sarah went to visit her doctor. She allowed the woman to inspect her breasts with her hands, but only allowed her a look at her crotch with its plastic contents. The doctor was impressed at the hormonal results of Sarah's claimed gender reorientation and prescribed more hormones. Given Sarah's obvious outward gender and lifestyle, she was more than willing to back up her colleague's opinion to complete the course she appeared to be taking and allow SRS as soon as possible but no sooner than the period prescribed two months before. Jon was waiting for Sarah at the usual time. He wasn't happy. "The manager got wind of a raid. Says I'm one of the only girls with a visa so I'm rostered for a week Friday. Can you make it?" "Sorry, Jon, no can do. I'm in Melbourne with the boss. Don't worry, they won't be able to make out anything from the photo in that office." "What if they can? What if it's obvious that I'm not even female? I didn't want to lose the job but I'm thinking about not turning up on Friday." "You can't do that! It's my job too! If you do that, you're out of here." "Then what can I do?" Sarah looked at her ex. For some reason he appeared to be willing to make the effort at something for her. He was so exceptionally pliable at the moment. Whatever else the hormones were doing they were certainly making him less prone to jump to decisions or immediately turn to the defensive. "You're going to have to be me." "Only they'll be checking more closely against my passport, I presume." "Probably." "And my passport will be your passport, so how am I going to pass as you? Is it even possible?" Jon seemed to be considering his options carefully. "I know a beautician who can do wonders, but looking at your face we might have to be more drastic." "How drastic?" "Remember how you used to complain about your nose, since it got broken." Sarah smiled as Jon tried to make the connection. "Well, we could go to a doctor and fix it." The penny dropped. "And fix it to look like yours?" Exclaimed Jon, incredulously. "Small nose, brown contacts, dye your hair my color. Nobody who didn't know me well would be able to tell the difference from a passport photograph." Jon still looked at her in shock. "Didn't you always say you wanted it fixed?" Sarah asked him. "This would solve both our problems." Jon began to nod. He shrugged his shoulders to her and thought it over. "It would be a great idea, but I can't afford it." Sarah smiled. The very next day she took him across town to a clinic that she'd spent some time and money lining up. Jon admitted himself into the doctor's care and was soon put to sleep. -------- "I still don't get it. How could you afford it? When can I take the bandages off?" Despite the sedatives, Jon still managed to act like an excited schoolgirl. Sarah was amazed and resolved to give him some stronger medication to dull the edge. When the bandages came off she didn't want him reacting badly. "You get to remove them in a couple of days time. Till then keep taking those painkillers." She had taken the opportunity as Jon slept off his anaesthetic to check out his progress. Fleshy nubs were beginning to form under his nipples and he was putting weight on his hips. The waist constriction was also having some effect. She knew that when the following Friday finally came round Jon would still be bruised but facially recognizable as her. She could persuade him that the bruising covered his own features, until it went down. Knowing that it would be a couple of days before Jon could go back to the club Sarah went for him, to maintain the scenario. Then she cut her hair as short as Jon's, so that when he returned he wouldn't have to wear the wig. She easily got him into the bathroom to bleach his hair the same color as hers, though it took two doses of the color to get it right. She also taught him how to style his hair like hers. Lastly, of course, she brought him home a set of neutral brown contacts, which turned his eyes the right color. In the couple of days he had he would get used to wearing them. Finally, there were the revised make-up lessons, as Sarah taught him how to cover the bruises. When Jon showed surprise at his appearance, Sarah easily persuaded him that it was all in the hair, eyes and make-up, and of course that his nose was straighter now. She looked at him as he set off the following Monday for her club. The painkillers had disguised the work done on his jaw and cheekbones. The puffiness in his lips Jon had also accepted as a result of the rhinoplasty. Sarah wondered how he would react when he was next able to look in the mirror at a healed face, and realized that he was looking at her. For the moment he appeared happy enough with his lot. That might be mostly the painkillers, sedatives and hormones, but she did worry what was waiting to be unleashed that she hadn't anticipated. The next stage would be Friday, and she had prepared that one well. -------- "They checked your passport, and I passed, though I had to explain the bruising, but it was fine. Then they said that the visa was provided in Britain, but for a long stay they needed a chest x-ray. They phoned some medical center and you don't have one. So now you need to get one." "Okay," replied Sarah. "Did they say when it needs to be done by?" "You've got two weeks." "Two weeks!" "Yes. What's wrong with that?" "On Monday I'm flying out to Perth with the boss. For two weeks." "Can't you get one done there?" "I don't think so. Each state has its own immigration requirements on top of the federal ones. I'm not sure that taking a chest x-ray in Western Australia is going to satisfy the authorities in New South Wales. Did they tell you that you have to go to this one medical center?" "Yes." Replied Jon, beginning to look a little perturbed. "So one of us has to go there." "What do you mean, one of us? You can't go, and I can't go. No-one can go." "If one us doesn't go then I lose my visa and we both get deported. I don't think I can afford that." "Neither can I. So what do we do?" Sarah thought for a couple of seconds before brightening up. "You can pass as me with my passport, right?" "Where are you going with this, Sarah?" "I only need my driver's license to travel across states, so you can turn up as me." "This is a chest x-ray, Sarah. I think it would be pretty obvious that I don't have your chest." "You've been pretending to have my chest constantly for a few weeks now. You get some implants done, turn up to the medical center, take your bra off and voila, breasts. We get to stay here until we can afford to leave and you get them removed again." "Sarah, I don't think so." "What's to think about? It's temporary, it sorts us out to earn more money, which we are earning, right? And I'll bet you've always wanted to try out a pair of breasts of your own." Sarah caught Jon smiling slightly. "See, I knew it! Give men breasts of their own and women become good for nothing." "It would be something to try," admitted Jon, "but where do we get the money from? Where did you get the money for my nose from? And this is for two operations, in and out." "Out if you want them out afterwards. You might decide to keep them." "I don't think so. But you're avoiding the question." Sarah quit her playfulness and turned serious. Jon reacted exactly the way she wanted and moved in closer to pay attention. "I've been spending all my savings, all our savings now, to get this far, but I'm treating it as an investment, in us. Maybe though, from now, we'll have to start earning just a bit more money than a PA and a barmaid can earn. I do have an idea, but it'll have to wait until I get back from Perth. You will be able to cover my nights, won't you?" "Sure I will. Let's just sort this out quickly and get it over with." --------- Sarah took Jon to the same clinic. Once again he was put under and treated to a surgical program of Sarah's devising. The surgery was a top of the line procedure beginning with hydrogen implants placed behind the pectoral muscles where they would be naturally shaped by the muscles' strong elastic action. Much thinner implants were placed in front of the pectorals to round out Jon's bust to a firm 'C' cup, to almost match Sarah's. Adipose tissue was then taken from Jon's waist and placed over the implants to give a natural shape and match Sarah's size. Most of the tissue was soon re-absorbed from the breast region in normal cases of such liposculpture. Sarah hoped that the hormones that were shaping Jon's breasts naturally would replace it in time. However she knew that Jon's mother was an 'A' cup, so Jon was likely to need all the help he could get. Finally, collagen was injected under the aureolae to raise them from the breast, and small silicon beads were placed in the nipples to enlarge them to a suckable, and, unfortunately for Jon, an almost unhideable size. Jon was already used to the weight and balance of breasts, but he was aware of the tightness of his chest. His instructions were not to remove the support bandaging for at least a week, or risk misshapen breasts. Thus when Sarah left him she exhorted him to keep up his pills, painkillers et al., and not to touch the bandages. She had no doubt that Jon was desperate to see, feel and experience what was on his chest, which didn't surprise her too much. What she was concerned about was Jon becoming too aware of his condition while she left him alone. Of course, she wasn't really leaving him alone, as she was staying in another flat just down the road, but she had to maintain a good pretense. She was worried that Jon would look in the mirror one day and see her staring back at him. A beard didn't differentiate his face from hers, having been lasered off for the facial surgery. And now his chest, stomach and back were bare. She left him his leg hairs to wax just for the hell of it. From above the crotch, he was she. She spoke to him every day on the phone, twice a day when she could. When the bandages came off he was absolutely smitten with his new toys, though he swore they were much larger than hers. She told him it was all a matter of perspective. And she told him to keep taking his pills, though she didn't tell him it was to maintain that perspective. Finally the day of the x-ray came and went, and Sarah walked back into her own apartment. "No problem!" Laughed Jon as he rose to hug his girlfriend. "Nobody said anything?" Smiled Sarah after kissing him. "Well, the nurse did ask where I got them done. She said they looked really good." "What do you think?" "Yeah, I reckon they look good, and they're fun sometimes, but uncomfortable at others, and downright pains to live with if you're moving around all the time." "You get used to them." "Not this boy. When can we get them out?" Sarah went quiet and released Jon's hands. She took a seat, and motioned for him to do the same. Then she explained the situation. "They are really good, Jon, and really expensive. I was not going to take any risks in getting you past the checks. The problem is, I risked a lot of our money. In fact, we spent some money that we didn't have. We may take some time to earn it back." Jon's face dropped and he attempted to stutter something. Sarah continued. "I did say that I had an idea for earning more money and that I would try it out when I got back. The problem is, I don't think either of us is going to like it, at least, it's going to be hard work. But the reward will be us getting back on track within a couple of months." "A couple of months!" Shrieked Jon. "I'm sorry, Jon. I thought I was doing this for the best. For both of us." She took his hand. "Look, let's not think about this too much now. I've just come back after being away from you for two weeks and I haven't had a chance to see how much fun those things can be. Let me try them out before we get rid of them, huh?" She pulled him up by the hand and kissed him, moving her other hand up slowly to caress his breast. Seeing he was properly distracted, she dragged him into the bedroom. --------- Sarah didn't like the proposition she was considering either. Not one bit. However, she still believed even then that Jon would like it a lot less. That night she had a quick chat with the manager of the club and offered to increase her services. The manager got another girl over who led Sarah to the back rooms and showed her a spare. The girl also invited her to watch her a couple of times as she did body slides and the works. Sarah watched with a sense of disgust at the footage from the security cameras. She couldn't get up the courage to begin that night, so asked the manager if she could have another instruction session the next day. He agreed, but asked her not to begin messing him around. Her determination was enhanced the next day as she met Jon for their swap over. "What happened?" He asked incredulously. "Some girl offered to teach me all kinds of crazy prostitute stuff and then expected me to go out and do it!" "I'm sorry, Jon. It was my idea." Sarah was smiling inside as she thought of Jon in all sorts of compromising positions. "I couldn't think of any other way to make money quickly enough to sort everything out for us. I offered to work as one of the girls." "And therefore I have to too." Stated Jon. "Look, you want those things out, and I'm willing to do this for you. Aren't you willing to do it for yourself?" "I didn't get these things into me!" "Don't try blaming me. I took you in when you had nothing and I've given you everything I possibly could. I know I've asked some things of you in return, some weird things, but they were necessary. Now you come through for yourself, otherwise you're stuck with those fun-bags and you're out of my life. "And if you want more to think about, your wife knows about us. A letter came through to my apartment containing your divorce papers and a summons. You have to attend court in Britain in two months time or forfeit any chance to custody of anything. Your wife will have it all." Jon shut up and sat back in shock. "Will you help me to help yourself?" Sarah asked him. He just nodded dumbly. --------- Sarah looked down at her sleeping beauty. It was just like looking at herself in a mirror. Jon was even beginning to sound like her, as he practiced his girl talk on his customers so often that he came home speaking in lilting tones. She was amazed at how Jon appeared to have changed. He was happiest when they gossiped together late at night, catching up on their time apart. She told him about her parents and what they had been up to since he last saw them, and about her boyfriend that she hoped would be waiting for her. Jon talked about his soon-to-be-ex wife as though she was an old friend, but bore up well when he remembered their times together. There was no doubt now that Jon was taking on feminine curves. The waist reduction and the constant cinching had reduced his waist to about twenty seven inches. His hips and buttocks were requiring little padding anymore, and his breasts didn't seem to be losing the fat that had been inserted into them. That or they were growing at the rate that it was being lost. He complained often about his nipples, which caused Sarah to smile. Their large state made them appear constantly erect, and visible through bra's and thin clothes. His customers loved to play with them and commented that he always appeared to be horny, in so many words. He had got used to the gaffe very quickly, though he found it initially uncomfortable to hide his shrinking genitalia away in the manner required. Soon Sarah had affixed it with glue and masked it into his skin with stage make-up. In the dim light of the club Jon would be able to remove his knickers and still be undetectable as a man. He wasn't concerned about that at all any more, as he had realized that made-up, with contacts in and hair arranged he looked exactly like Sarah. He perhaps didn't realize he looked exactly like her when he wasn't made-up. His arms and legs were thinning too, which Sarah could put down to the quantities of 'diet' pills he was taking, if he ever noticed the slow change. All in all, apart from his height, correctable with them wearing different heels, and his remaining male bits, they were twins. Okay, so his roots had begun to show a couple of times, but the dye kept that problem under control. In fact, there was really only one major job for Sarah to do before she could leave her ex to his fate. And there was little to persuade him to do. Only one thing bugged Sarah slightly. Everything had gone well so far, but in order for Jon to go through the last phase, he had to want to change back to himself. Yet it seemed that he was quite enjoying himself the way he was. The first few days he had met her following their last major talk had been hard for him. She could only imagine what he had felt as he performed oral sex on men who were sad and lonely enough to be in strip clubs during the day. It was hard enough for her, for sure, but she survived it by imagining his humiliation. Though really she tried not to think about what she was doing at all. It wasn't her. She wasn't a prostitute and she didn't like performing 'favors' for other men. Sure, one or two men, if she liked them enough. She thought back to when Jon had told her his fantasy about a girl going down on him spontaneously, kneeling at his feet and taking him into her mouth. She loved him then, and one day did exactly what he had described. They had just left the shower when she dropped to her knees and began to suck. She knew it was clean, warm and ready for her, and Jon's response was incredibly gratifying. In fact, it turned her on so hot that once he had cum she wouldn't let him relax at all, and they had indulged in an afternoon of steamy sex. She tried to think about it when she went down on men now. But their dull, monotonous grunts of paid-for pleasure held no excitement for her. She imagined Jon, first in the seat, and then kneeling before it, and his degradation gave her the will to continue. So if he was now getting used to his humiliation, perhaps if she had taken him too far, would he want to return to his life? Perhaps he was blocking it out entirely now, somehow dissociating himself from it. Sarah had to talk to him, to make sure he wanted to return. -------- Finally the day came close. "I think we've done it, Jon." She informed him, as she arrived back from the bank. Part of the final stage was making sure that Jon had access to the account they were both earning money for, so she let him know where it was and all the details. She also had the cards duplicated. "What have we done?" He asked in his sweet intonation. "We've got enough money together. You know what we've been talking about, getting you reduced again and back to normal ready to go home. Well, I've made an appointment at the clinic." She watched a certain amount of Jon return suddenly to his face. Something that had been missing. "At long last!" He sighed with relief. "Although, I was getting quite attached to these things." He added, hefting them with his hands. Sarah thought of the number of times that she had kissed those large nipples in an effort to persuade Jon that he could still enjoy life while he had them. There was no doubt that she preferred him as he used to be. Male, that is, and that his evolution into femininity had made pretending that he was still her boyfriend quite a strain. Still, she would soon be rid of him. Rid of him completely, in body and mind. She was very pleased with the course that had been run. There was no doubt that his gradual descent into womanhood had eroded his mystique. The pedestal was gone. Now he was less than a man. And no normal woman into the process. She was leaving him as a strip club slut. It was a shame he had to look so pretty, but that was what came with looking like her. For the next few days she would ask him to take over her nights. To get him used to a full day's work as a girl. -------- Jon agreed, of course, to the surgery that was required. It was suggested that it would be an inpatient operation, so Sarah packed him a case. She didn't let him see the lacy, frilly underwear it contained, or the summer dress, micro skirts and tube tops. Jon was put under, and Sarah left him to his fate. A scheduled and fully approved gender reassignment surgery. She considered the process as she watched him being wheeled away on the gurney. His testicles would be removed and his penis reversed into a cavity in his body, becoming the vaginal walls. Flesh from his scrotum would be used to create the labia. Apparently, they would fashion him a working clitoris using a nub of nerve endings from the original configuration. Over the next couple of recovery days he would be almost permanently dilated. She smirked at the fact that if he wished to retain his vagina, he would need to keep dilating it on a regular basis for life. He wouldn't have anything else to use for sex. She returned home to put the final pieces into place. She handed in notice at her day job and spent the next few days and nights at the club, upping her services to the level of the regular girls. Now she was offering full sex with her body slides. It was the only job Jon, or Sarah as he would be, would have, so if he wanted to keep it he was going to have to go through the degradation she was now suffering. Only as she lay there with drunk, stinking men barging into her, she thought only of how he would deal with it, from man to mattress. It turned her on, and she was able to take some satisfaction from her seedy encounters. She packed up her second flat and sold off her belongings ready for her return to Britain. She left everything in the flat that she and Jon had shared so that he would have somewhere to stay, and something to work to pay for. She bought a ticket, and moved her cases into the flat to await his return. The last thing she wanted to do was see him before she left. It was the one last time she was nervous, as perhaps he would flip out, though she could imagine that he would be on so many painkillers that he would barely be able to think. So she sat there after her final night, preparing herself mentally for the morning. -------- The morning came and went. As lunchtime approached she got a little worried and decided to call the clinic to see if anything was wrong. No, they reported to her, Sarah Jackson had departed first thing in the morning. If that was true, she thought, then she should have been here at least an hour ago. She made herself a sandwich, and wondered if the new girl was alright. All she wanted to do was give her the bank-cards, and say goodbye. But instead of laughing her way out of the door she was beginning to worry about where she, Jon, had got to. She made herself a sandwich and tried to think it through, but there was no way to get lost between getting out of the clinic and getting a taxi to the flat. Sure, Jon would have realized that something wasn't right, but what could he have done. He had nowhere to go. She had his passport, and he looked nothing like he used to anyway, so he couldn't go anywhere. Something filtered through into her awareness. On an instinct she leapt up and ran to the locked drawers that she kept her personal belongings in. Only her raised senses let her see the scratch on the lock. Taking out the key she opened the top drawer and immediately stepped back in shock. Her passport was gone. So were a number of photos, showing the last few months of her time in the UK. Also gone was one of her credit cards, and a number of personal items. She slumped back onto her bed. It could have been anyone, she supposed, but surely there was more than coincidence here. All she had now were her bank-cards to an empty Australian account, her flat and clothes. She didn't even have her job, the bearable one, anyway. She had to call the police, and the embassy, but they wouldn't pay for her ticket home, and it would be a few days before she could get another passport. Where was Jon? -------- Jon smiled to himself as he stepped away from the baggage carousel and hefted his small suitcase. The summer dress was comfortable and brought him more than a few admiring looks from the crowd. Sarah's credit card had been invaluable in the Sydney duty free as he filled his portable wardrobe slightly with a few more fetching items. He thought back to the time he had first found the platinum card, real proof of Sarah's status rather than her disconnected traveling stories. Following the fake letter from the accountants, which he had spotted as soon as he saw the numbers as he was well informed about his financial status, he had wondered what her plan was. Realizing soon after that the reason he had been sacked for looking elsewhere was because somebody had phoned his boss to claim such, he knew that she was after him. He kept with her plan and soon realized where it was leading. The humiliation and degradation of being a man transformed into a penniless female prostitute, with no-one to turn to. Only he saw her mistake early, which was the fact that she had to transform him into her. He looked down his body and brushed a hand down the front of his dress. This was no humiliation or degradation. Freed from a shit job, and rid of a boring wife whose plan to have a child to bring them closer together had further alienated him from her. His life had been going down the pan. To be offered the chance of a successful life, where the only cost was to become a beautiful woman, where was the degradation in that? So he had accepted that Sarah would double cross him with the final operation, as though he couldn't see that he was already her double! There was a good chance that she would wait to see what she had created, so he banked on her not finding her passport missing until after she found him missing. He had stashed it in the toilet bag that he had watched Sarah throw into the suitcase without checking its contents, so sure was she of her plan! As soon as he could leave the hospital, he did, though he felt a depressed panic set in as he considered what they had done to him. Struggling through his pain and tempers, he took a taxi to the airport and bought a midday flight to London. He could barely control his anxiety as he passed through passport control, but two separate checks brought him no more than glances. For twenty three hours he squirmed in his seat as his dilator threatened to split him in two. Who would meet him when he arrived? Would his messages have got through, or could Sarah have been quicker? Now, as he breezed through customs, he knew his luck had held out. The British Embassy in Australia was in Canberra, though little known was the fact that there was a branch in Sydney. If Sarah didn't know about the branch in Sydney then she was going to have to work on her back for a day and night before having the money to travel to the Australian Capital Territory. When she did claim her passport missing they would check the major ports and find it had been used by one Sarah Jackson to depart from Mascot to London. Sarah would have to prove who she was. As Jon passed through the glass doors into the arrivals hall, he knew that she would have some trouble doing that. Knowing her parents of old, he had spotted them first, and behind them was the big bear of a guy that she had started dating officially those months before. A major grin split his face as he saw Jon and he ran towards him, picking him off the floor with ease and spinning him around. Sarah had warned him all about those excesses of passion. It came with being American, she surmised. "Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad." He said perfunctorily once his feet were back on the ground. He knew that whilst Sarah and her parents were never far apart, neither had they ever been close. "Hello." Responded her dad, and returned to a silent state. "You don't sound well, dear." Observed her mother. "It's been a long flight, and my throat is sore. Look, I know it's late, but would you guys mind joining us for a snack?" The booths were getting ready to serve breakfast, so getting toast and juice wasn't hard. "I know I've been away a while," Jon declared, "so I just wanted to say hi before life got back to its usual routine." He watched her, his, mum smile. As her parents quietly departed to their car at the end of the night he thought about his own parents, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. He felt like he could shed a few tears, but now was not the time. He felt relieved about one major item, that Sarah's parents would never accept that the girl that the embassy was calling them about could correctly claim to be their daughter. The rest of the plan was simple. Tom was older than he, far wealthier than he, devoutly American, and obviously a faithful romantic. Sarah had gloried on how he couldn't resist her. All he had to do now was get Tom to propose to him and carry him off to America. And little as Tom had known Sarah, it wouldn't be hard to convince him that Jon was she. In fact, as Tom raced the engine of his Ferrari, Jon was convinced that he was going to enjoy being she, for the rest of his life.