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A Brave New World By Jennifer Richardson I suppose that I was a pretty lonely soul. Having moved to London from one of the provincial cities to find work, I was surprised to find that for a city of millions of people, the capital was just as lonely a place to be. As a postgraduate with a good degree I'd been confidant of finding a lucrative job. As it turned out the companies I'd been applying to wanted both qualifications and experience, I had the former but not the latter and took the numerous knock backs rather more personally as I probably should have. When I finally did get a job, as a junior clerk in a large financial house I was thankful but still egotistical to think that I was being employed below my worth. Thankfully I managed to keep my mouth firmly closed about this so I survived, after a fashion. My flat was rented, and at an astonishing monthly rate. In the Northolt area, to the west of the city, neither plush nor run down, handy for the tube trains into the city but with not very much else to recommend it. There were a few fast food outlets and some exorbitantly priced restaurants, one or two shops but not a lot to write home about. There was however a good bar only a hundred metres or so from the building which housed my flat. The flat itself wasn't all that bad, one large bedroom which had a large double bed in it and large fitted walk in wardrobes. The wardrobe doors were mirrored which took a little bit of getting used to. I'd shocked the hell out of myself when I woke up on the first few days. Seeing myself rolling over in the bed kept making me think someone was in the room with me. The lounge was furnished with a three-piece suite. It was a little battered but the black leather still looked quite good. A large window overlooked a back garden which the other residents of the building used regularly during the summer but which I rarely visited. Everyone in the building kept themselves much to themselves. The bathroom was quite small but it had a brilliant power shower. It was great to come in the evening and head straight for it. The spray hammering down was like having a seriously invigorating massage. The small kitchen had a cooker and a fridge freezer but I rarely used it due to lack of time. I'd always enjoyed cooking but with setting off to work as early in the morning and returning late in the evening I would generally settle for a shop bought package meal that would end up in the microwave. I didn't have much of a social life; to be honest I wasn't much of a mixer and more than a little bit shy. My colleagues were that bit older than me and were all in well established social groups, none of which I would have fitted into really. I was the youngest there at twenty-three, the rest were in their early thirties. Romance was something that was virtually out of the question, the girls at work all seemed to be going out with middle management or guys who worked in similar companies to the one I worked for. I'd left home on bad terms with Gordon my stepfather, my Dad having died in a car crash when I was seven years old. Once Gordon had come on the scene I'd retired into myself whilst Mum had blossomed into a party girl, a decoration on Gordon's arm. At the first possible chance I'd been packed off to boarding school, which I hated. I did well enough to come out of it intact and with an armful of qualifications. I went back home to the strained atmosphere of the house, strained mostly due to my presence as it turned out. At the end of summer, I went on to college, again away from home, and then straight onto university. I don't really know whether I enjoyed it or not. Outside of my studies I didn't really do a lot. If there had been a vote for "student most likely not to be noticed," I'd have won it hands down. Once in London I'd done all the tourist points of interest in the first few weekends. No offence to the city of London but once you've been somewhere once there's little point of a return visit. Not having much, if any, interest in sport and having only a passing interest in art or the theatre I tended to stop in over the weekend indulging in what was probably my only passion at that time, reading. I could have read for England and had a nagging desire that one-day I'd have my own name in print. As it was, I'd bought the lap top computer and promptly got bored with it. No matter how dull and depressing all this might sound I was reasonably happy with my lot. Left on my own, nobody interfering with me and hardly pushed at work. If it hadn't been for the loneliness bird nesting in my stomach from time to time, my life was my own. I didn't keep in touch with my Mother, nor did she with me, though she did know where I was as Christmas and Birthday cards arrived roughly when they were due. The bar I mentioned was along a side street, one of the few in London that hadn't been blighted by some theme or other. It was named "The Duke of Marlborough," but the battered old sign hanging over the door depicted a figure that looked much more like a Duchess. I'd always meant to ask about it but old William and his wife who owned it weren't the friendliest of people. They were quite happy to take your money but if they hadn't known you for at least thirty years you weren't considered a regular. It was more or less accepted by those of us who weren't "regulars," that they were going to get preferential treatment. It was an in- joke among we poor lost souls that we'd have to buy the place before we got served first. Not that we newcomers mixed much amongst ourselves, sure we'd say hello, complain about the weather and bemoan the skills of the national football team, and (I only did so to seem affable) but we weren't what you might call firm friends. Either William or Florence would be behind the bar on alternate nights, helped by a continuing conveyor belt of barmaids. Presumably once you'd worked behind the bar of the "Duke" the only way was up. I was neither a rebel nor a conformist. Just one of the people who goes through life without disturbing anyone, and hoping in turn to be left undisturbed. I wasn't going to shape the world but was quite happy to let the great and the good to do so without being noticed or me noticing. About as far along the road to revolution I'd ever gone was to grow my medium brown hair down to my shoulders. Even then I always tied it back in a ponytail. That way no one would notice it until they saw me from behind and by then they'd probably have forgotten I existed. It was in the Duke however that my life took an unexpected turn. At first I'd thought someone was having a joke at my expense but on a Friday night, the newest of the barmaids came round to my side of the counter and spoke to me. I was so surprised I looked over my shoulder to see who she was talking to. You see, Lisa, the barmaid, was so far out of my league that I would have taken any bet from anyone in the pub that the last person she'd take an interest in was me. She had blonde hair that shone like the sun, falling to her shoulders. Her slim build was almost boyish with her small pert breasts pushing out against a red vest top. It was her legs that amazed me, when I dared glance at them, they went on forever. She was easily as tall as I was but she had a shy air to her that shouldn't really have allowed her to survive in an Old World London pub. She served the customers well enough but rarely said much to them. As if she were just wishing the night would end so she could get home and put her feet up. I had once figured that if you were to put her in high heels she'd have been tall enough to look down on me. Dress her up in something short and clinging and she'd have been to die for. Perhaps she knew it but didn't want to. I had no idea but here she was speaking to me. I idly wondered if I'd done anything to impress her, other than saying please and thank you I couldn't think of anything. "Me? Oh, erm, Anthony, Tony." I'd replied, once I'd realised with some shock that she was talking to me. She rewarded me with a soft shy smile; I blushed with embarrassment when it came to mind that she'd actually said that the pub was quiet. "Except that you didn't ask me who I am did you?" I tried to smile through my discomfort. "No, but it's nice to meet you anyway Anthony." She gave me another smile and lifted some empty glasses to the other side of the bar. I took this as a sign that if I didn't come up with something she'd be off round the bar and I might never get to speak to her again. Quite why this came into my head I don't know, perhaps it was the lonely bird making extra nest space. "I don't suppose you know why the pub sign looks more like a Duchess than a Duke?" I congratulated myself on asking the world's most stupid question. She gave me an odd look for a moment. "Does it? I can't say I noticed. Have you asked William?" she suggested. "Do you think I'd survive if I did?" I replied with a smile. "Probably not now you come to mention it. One of life's great mysteries remains unsolved." Lisa smiled in a way that I would have crawled over hot coals to see. "Er, can I get you a drink?" I asked her, still coming out with the world's finest pieces of conversation. "Best not, William frowns upon his staff enjoying themselves." She replied, little humour reached the smile on her lips. "Right, erm, so, oh I don't know. I'm sorry but I'm not much good at this." "Not much good at what?" There I was, sitting at a bar, next to the most attractive girl I'd met in years and I seemed hell bent on digging myself into a deep pit. "I'm not much good with people, talking to girls, I'm not exactly the world's greatest people person." I blushed again and stared at my glass. As I'd expected, she got up from her stool and stepped away from it. My eyes watched her feet retreat until they disappeared back round the bar. When she spoke to me from over the counter having pulled the stool long to the end where I was sitting I considered dropping on my knees and offering thanks whoever the patron Saint of the socially inept was. "I wouldn't worry too much about it Anthony, people are generally too tied up in themselves to listen to someone else in any case." She smiled at me again and I wanted to dive into the sparkling emerald pools of her eyes. "I guess I'm just out of practice." "At least that will keep you honest." She giggled. "Are you really as cynical as I am?" I asked. "Probably, I sometimes think this place is the loneliest place in the world. Can I start that again?" "Well, if you like but I can't see that there was much wrong with what you said." I replied. "Do you still want to buy me a drink Anthony?" "Of course!" I responded too quickly, digging a hand into my pocket. "Not here, are you doing anything tomorrow?" "I don't think I'm ever doing anything tomorrow." She smiled that soft smile again and I could hear the lonely bird in my stomach, objecting that I might actually be enjoying myself with someone else. "Meet me at the Corner Coffee House tomorrow at eleven?" she suggested. "Sure, I'll be there by half past eight!" When she laughed at my enthusiasm for once, I wasn't forced to lower my eyes. I found myself smiling back at her. "Let's settle for eleven, fancy a trip up west? I like to stare in shop windows and make wishes." I left the bar at closing time, walking on air and generally rather pleased with myself. I was also rather drunk so I set all my alarm clocks from nine o'clock onwards at half hourly intervals. I was up and showered before the first alarm clock went off. I even went so far as shaving, when the facial hair rations were handed out I must have been out of the country let alone the at the back of the queue. From that point on I sat around until ten o'clock before getting dressed. White T-shirt and jeans, trainers and a leather bike jacket and I was ready, surely the most fashionable guy in London? I made my way out of the flat, going back once to pick up my wallet and then again to lock the door. I got to the coffee bar by ten forty and sat in a window seat so I could see the path in both directions round the corner. I saw Lisa from a mile or so away, at least my imagination told me it took her an age to reach the coffee bar door. Dressed in tight jeans and a red roll neck sweater she looked stunning. Her hair shone in the sun and I felt my heart hammering in my chest. I stood up and caught her eye. When she crossed over to me with that soft smile I noticed that she was taller than I was. This due to the heeled ankle boots she was wearing. "You look great." I managed to say when she sat down. "Are you always this nice to people?" she said with a smile. "No, sometimes I even make people buy their own coffee." Much to my relief she laughed. We chatted over coffee for a while, nothing of any importance was said but to me we might have been making plans so secret that no one else need ever know. I had an awful feeling that if I ever mentioned Lisa to any living soul she'd be spirited away. "So shall we go and do some window shopping?" she said after a pause in conversation. "Why not?" I held the door open for her when we left and was surprised by her reaction. "Are you going to do that all day? Hold doors open for me and generally treat me like a lady?" "Er, not if you don't want me to." I replied, not quite sure where to put myself. Even I couldn't have ruined things so quickly could I? Her eyes held mine for a long moment then they lit up. "Good, I'll enjoy that!" She stuck her arm through mine and we set off for the tube station. Leaving me momentarily wondering what had just happened. The tube train was delayed for a while and I became so aware of her presence. The way she glanced round her as if worried someone would see her, perhaps she was embarrassed at being out with me? That thought did an awful lot to worry the lonely bird I can tell you. I sensed a defensive air about her that seemed to match mine. Once the train arrived it was packed so we had to stand between the doors. I held the leather strap to support myself when the train pulled away in a jerk. Lisa ended up tight against me when everyone else struggled to keep his or her balance. It was only a reflex reaction on my behalf but I slid my left arm round her waist to keep her steady. Lisa looked into my eyes for another of those long minutes. I made a move to shift my hand but found hers covering mine, holding it where it was. Her free hand circled my waist and rested on my belt above my right hip. I didn't dare look at her in case she changed her mind. The train journey through to Bond Street went far too quickly as far as I was concerned. Due to the noise and the crush there was no way we could have a conversation. At one point Lisa was pushed and jostled so that she was face to face with me, her right hand moved onto my left hip and her left rested lightly on my chest. Pushed close enough together for me to plant a kiss on her lips virtually without moving. It was almost as if time was standing still, I hardly dared breath until we got off the train and made our way up the long escalators to the street. When we emerged it was just as busy on the pavement as it had been on the train. "And you call this fun?" I asked her, as we walked hand in hand. "No, this is fun!" she giggled and dragged me through the wide open doors of a large department store. We were standing in the middle of the lingerie department before I knew where we were. I wasn't quite sure where to look and felt a blush of embarrassment fill my cheeks. Lisa was holding up a confection of shimmering black material trimmed with white lace either side of thin shoulder straps and around where legs would fit through where the gusset was fastened. "What do you think darling? Isn't it sweet!" her voice was raised enough to attract attention and the focus of I don't know how many eyes went from Lisa to the teddy and then transferred themselves to me. "Erm, very nice." There were amused chuckles from all around me and my embarrassment grew. Lisa whisked it and a pile of other equally exotic pieces off with her to the curtained changing rooms. I stood stock-still looking about me. Comforted a little when I noticed that I wasn't the only man stood not quite knowing what to do or where to look. Lisa must have been missing, well, not missing because I knew where she was, for about fifteen minutes. My internal clock told me it was a lot longer than that. When she did appear she replaced all but one of the hangers on the rails and then beckoned me to follow her over to a cash desk. She pulled a fold up wallet from her pocket and produced a credit card then put a skimpy pair of high leg, red satin panties on the counter top. The girl behind the desk smiled brightly but distractedly, picked up the panties and put them in a bag that was twenty times the size that it needed to be. Lisa paid for the panties, handed me the bag and taking my other hand she led me from the shop. There was something nagging at the back of my head but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. The next shop we went into surprised me. In comparison to the department store we had just left it was dark and dingy. The clothes on display weren't exactly cheap and nasty but I felt Lisa would have had a far better choice in the shop we'd just left. She bought a knee length black skirt of some kind of fake leather, it looked more vinyl than anything else. Out into the bright sunshine again, brought a brighter smile on Lisa's face and along we went to another department store. We went through a similar routine; Lisa attracted everybody's attention when she asked me what I thought of the black leather skirt she was holding up for me to look at. I went bright red, other shoppers and the staff looked on in amusement. Lisa took the skirt and some other hangers into the changing room. This time along with the bag containing the panties and the vinyl looking skirt. The nagging thought grew and by the time we left the shop after Lisa had paid for a short red dress on a different credit card I had realised what was going on. The cheap vinyl looking skirt had been swapped for the real, expensive classy looking black leather skirt. The red panties? Well, I figured that under her sweater and jeans there was something extra, added to whatever she had been wearing when I'd met her at the Coffee Bar. This put me in something of a moral dilemma. If I mentioned that I'd worked out what she was up to, chances were I'd never see her again. On the other hand if I said nothing then surely that was tantamount to condoning what she was doing. I was still wondering what to do about it when she led me into a charity shop. I decided then and there that if she tried anything on in a charity shop then I was going to say something and damn the consequences. We wandered along the racks for a while before she picked out a thigh length wrap over dress in crushed purple velvet. It was short sleeved but off the shoulder, if you get my drift. I tried to imagine her in it and I'm afraid that my morals failed me. The switch took place twenty minutes later in possibly one of Britain's best-known shops. She bought a pair of knee high boots in glossed black leather, the heels were six-inch spikes. The ideas that were running through my head at that point were enough to keep me off guard to what went on but after a brief spat between Lisa and the woman behind the cash desk, one credit card was exchanged for another. Once the purchase was made all was sweetness and light again. A little after one we had lunch in a small bistro, by now I had two handfuls of shopping bags to look after. Lisa wasn't going to say anything and I had already decided that I wasn't going to either so I suppose that made me a willing accomplice. "What next?" I asked, for want of saying something along the lines of, "How much have we stolen so far?" "Anything you feel like doing?" Well, there was but I felt I would be pushing my luck. "Are you doing anything this evening? I thought perhaps I might cook, I haven't cooked for ages." "I'd love to Anthony but I've got an appointment." Oh right I thought, and which bank was she going to blow up? "I see, well, maybe another time." There was an injured tone that I'd tried to keep out of my voice. "I'd ask you to come along but I don't think it's your kind of thing." Lisa said, her voice seemed a little distant. So she was quite happy to let me become an accomplice to her shop lifting but thought that whatever she was up to that evening wasn't my kind of thing. Who was she to judge? Or was I being immature? Probably. "Fair enough, maybe we can meet up during the week?" "I'll give you a ring, of course you'll have to give me your number!" she laughed. I wrote it down on a bit of paper I got from a waitresses note pad. We split up after finishing our lunch, I headed straight home, as depressed as I can ever remember being. Once in the flat I threw the keys on the table next to the telephone. I snorted to myself, certain that if it did ring it wouldn't be Lisa. So when it rang at ten thirty that evening I was expecting a wrong number, and not, as it turned out, to be Lisa. "Hi, Anthony?" "Lisa?" "Hi, I'm glad you're in, I thought you might have gone out." "No, I decided to have a quiet night in." "Oh, right, so I can't talk you into meeting up with me?" "What? Now?" "If you'd like?" Of course I would have liked! "Where are you?" "At a club off Leicester Square, its called 'Phoenix', do you know it?" "No, but I'll find it, I'll get a cab." "Will you wear that leather jacket for me Anthony?" her voice came down the phone like warm honey. "Okay, anything else?" "Unless you want to turn up naked but for a jacket!" she laughed and I began to melt. "Alright, I'll be there as soon as I can." "Thanks, I'll meet you at the door." She rang off. I rushed about the flat, swapped my trainers for shoes and my T- shirt for a white dress shirt, stuffing a tie into the pocket of the black suit trousers I exchanged for the jeans. I checked I had wallet and keys and then hurried out into the cooling evening air. It took me four attempts to hail a cab; typically there wasn't one freely available when you wanted one, yet there were hundreds when you didn't want one. I jumped in the back and told the driver I wanted to go to a nightclub called 'Phoenix'. He turned in his seat to look at me. "Phoenix? You sure mate?" "Yes, why?" "No reason mate, you're the boss." He pulled the car into the traffic and set off with what was, for a London cab driver, unusual haste. I began to wonder what I had let myself in for, given that I'd already allowed myself to get involved with shoplifting. We were soon in amongst the bright lights of London's West End, theatres, pubs, clubs and restaurants were all lit up. Some with multicoloured neon lights, others just by the bright lights spilling out through windows and doorways. We went straight through Soho, that den of naughtiness which is actually as naughty as a wet Sunday afternoon in any given seaside resort. Unfortunately it has to be said that Soho seems largely to concentrate on fleecing weary and unwary tourists of as much money as it possibly can. The cab pulled up at the end of a dark alley, I didn't like the look of it and asked the driver if we were in the right place. "You not been here before then?" "If I had, then I'd know if we were in the right place wouldn't I?" I replied rather testily. "Alright mate, keep your hair on, I was only asking. It's down the alley on the right hand side, there's stairs going down to it." "Right, thanks." I paid the fare and he looked at the money in the palm of his hand and then up to me. I tipped him reluctantly. I was getting out of the back of his cab when he called out. "Hang on a minute mate." I turned back and went to the passenger window. "What?" "Look, when you leave, come back along the alley and turn left. Follow the street for fifty yards or so and you'll find a taxi office. You won't get a cab passing here at chucking out time." "Okay, you know something that I don't?" "Me boss? No, just showing some interest that's all." "Really? Thanks a lot." He drove off and left me wondering if this was all such a good idea. Oh well, it seemed it was a case of in for a penny in for a pound. I walked slowly down the alley, my eyes gradually adjusting to the dark. Not that it helped much, it was more a case of being in the darkness and surrounded by dark shadows. There was a yellowish glow off to the right, as I approached I saw that most of the feint light was being shielded by a large dark canopy. Closer still and I could see "Phoenix" emblazoned on it in fiery red, yellow and orange writing. There was a steep flight of stairs down in a tight spiral, it was difficult enough to go down and I guessed it would be even more difficult to get up them quickly, presumably someone had already thought of that. The idea didn't sit very comfortably in my head, even less when I saw the two men on the door. Very large men, both with widely spread nostrils, the kind you see on less than successful boxers. Both were dressed in black jackets and trousers and both were wearing shades. So quite what they were able to see in the darkness I don't know. Then again I was in no mood to make a polite enquiry to find out. We stood and looked at each for a long moment. They didn't look as though they were going to say anything and I was struggling to think of something to say that wouldn't come out in a whimper. "Erm," I managed, "I'm, supposed to be meeting someone?" The door opened behind them at that point and Lisa was standing there. "Where the hell have you been! Get yourself in here now!" I'd heard a barked order before, this was something more, an absolute command. I looked at Lisa and then at the two doormen, they had what looked suspiciously like broad grins spreading across their faces. They each stepped to one side, allowing me to pass between them and through the doors. Once inside, I looked at Lisa and was about to say something when she snapped again. "Get that hair tie out of your hair right now!" My hand flew to do her bidding before I'd even thought about it. My eyes took in what she was wearing, the leather skirt she'd "obtained" earlier in the day and the black lace trimmed teddy. Her legs were sheathed in the spike-heeled boots, which put her four inches taller than I was by a rough estimate. Her golden hair was piled on top of her head and tightly pinned, scraped back from her forehead. Whilst her make up was immaculate it was highly expressive. Scarlet glossed lips, striking gold and bronze eye shadow and a sparkling powder brushed on her cheeks. I glanced at her hands and saw she was wearing finger-less gloves, her fingers tipped with scarlet talons. We moved away from the door and her attitude changed in an instant. "Thanks for coming Anthony, and sorry about that but you've got to keep up appearances." "What's it all about? You nearly scared the hell out of me?" "It's a theme club, you know." "No, you've got me there..." I didn't get chance to finish as she butted in. "Oh look, it's not easy to explain, I'll show you!" She turned on her heels, which couldn't have been easy, and led me along a short corridor to a pair of doors. She pushed the left one open and led me through into what at first seemed like total darkness. I could here the murmur of a lot of voices but couldn't see where they were coming from. All of a sudden a sound system blared into life, loud frenzied dance music to which bright lights responded, flashing on and off in time to the rapid beat. There were people all over the place; Lisa and I were surrounded in second. The scene before my disbelieving eyes might well have come to life in some kind of kinky clothing factory. If I had thought that Lisa was a little oddly dressed for a night out then she was mild in comparison to the gathering of rubber, leather and plastic clad people I saw. Not only that but there were girls wandering about in their lingerie, some in uniforms and some in very little but their footwear. My eyes must have been out on stalks but popped out further when Lisa drew me further into the room and I started to see people kneeling in front of their "partners." When I noticed a gathering of people dressed in "normal" nightclub style clothes I relaxed a little, until I realised they were male. I did a double take and got caught gaping, one of them gave me a wave, and another blew me a kiss. The worst of it was that I'd had to take a second look as they were very convincing to say the least. Apart from the one with the beard, that was a dead give- away. Lisa led me through to a quieter room at the back, it had its own bar and I ordered our drinks. It's not like me to drink whisky but I ordered a large one while Lisa had an orange juice. At least it wasn't as noisy in here and I was able to ask what the hell we were doing there. "A friend of mine got me tickets, I was supposed to meet them here but they didn't show up. I didn't want to be on my own so I thought I'd give you a ring." "How come they let you in without the tickets?" "She left them on the door with the doormen." I consoled myself with the thought that at least her friend was a she. Then I remembered what I'd seen a few minutes ago and ordered another whisky. "Go steady with that stuff Anthony, I can't carry you home." I nearly choked when she whispered in my ear: "If anyone asks, you're Lisa, I'm Jessica, the names are on the tickets." "Oh and I'd pass for you would I?" I hissed under my breath. "Come on, compared to some of the girls in here you'd pass in an instant!" She said this a little louder and I wished she hadn't. I was about to debate the pint further when a tall woman with jet black hair falling straight down to her waist walked up to the bar. She was wearing a long trench coat in black leather, fastened with one button at the waist. The coat parted enough for me to see a red rubber corset and skirt beneath. She held a dog lead in her right hand and I followed it down to floor level where a hooded figure in black leather shorts was kneeling at her high-heeled feet. "Vodka and lemonade, a bowl of water for the dog." She said. I looked at Lisa, she looked at me. I tried not to react but my eyes must have bulged when I saw the barman produce a bowl with dog on the side. He filled it with water and put it on the bar top. The woman picked up her drink and glared at me. "Put the bowl on the floor for the dog for me." It took a moment for me to realise she was talking to me. "Sorry?" "I said, put the bowl on the floor for the dog, don't you understand English?" I was about to argue but something told me it wasn't a good idea. I looked to Lisa who was trying not to smile. "Don't look to your Mistress, she expects you to do as you're told!" The woman's voice was rising and there was a drop in the volume of conversation as people started to turn to look. I felt it safer to do what she said, so I picked up the bowl and bent down to put it next to the "dog." I stood up again just in time for the woman to ask Lisa how long she'd owned me. I have to give Lisa her due; she turned in a very good performance. "Not long, I'm on a learning curve really." Lisa said with a perfectly straight face. "Hmm, well, it seems you have a way to go until you've got it trained. I'm Mistress Phoenix by the way, I own the club." I saw a flicker of a frown on Lisa's brow for a split second; thankfully the newly introduced Mistress Phoenix was staring at the dog. "Don't drink it all! I won't have you trying to cock your leg everywhere!" I began looking round for an exit. "So, what do you call it?" the woman asked Lisa. It? Was she calling me an it? "Lisa, she's called Lisa." I glared at Lisa, just what the hell was she thinking? "Really? How far have you taken her so far?" The woman didn't wait for an answer, she handed me the dog lead and ripped the front of my shirt open before I realised what she was up to. "Lisa? Are you sure she's a Lisa? She doesn't look much like a Lisa to me." She took back the lead and looked me up and down. Her eyes hung around my trousers and I had a sudden urge to run away, to Australia or New Zealand, further if I could make it in time. "We haven't decided what kind of girl Lisa is yet, have we Lisa?" I managed to catch the "please don't cock this up" look in Lisa's eye. "No Mistress Jessica." I mumbled. "What was that Lisa? I didn't hear you." Mistress Phoenix demanded, provoking widespread interest again. "No Mistress, we haven't decided what kind of girl I am yet." My voice came out in a sort of resigned tone. "That's better Lisa, once you've admitted your needs in public, to people other than yourself and your Mistress you'll be a lot happier." Here she turned to the barman again. "Steve, get Mistress Jessica and her girl a bottle of champagne." Jessica must have sensed I was going to say something and stood on my foot to stop me. "Thank you very much Mistress Phoenix." "Not at all Jessica, I like to encourage new Mistresses. Are you a new member?" Aha! I thought, this is where the trouble starts. Let's see us get out of this in one piece. "I am yes, though Lisa is here as my guest. Ideally I'd like to apply for her membership, and for one in her day name too." "That's not a problem, then she can come dressed normally, as now, or as she should be. Steve, sort that out will you? Now, I must go and walk the dog, do enjoy yourself, excuse me." She left in a swirl of coat, dragging the dog behind her. "What the hell was all that about!" I muttered to Lisa once Phoenix had gone. "What was I supposed to do? You saw the size of the men on the door? We'd never have lasted a minute and there's no way I could run in these heels." I conceded that she had a point. "Besides, the look on your face was a picture!" Lisa giggled and all was right in the world. For about five minutes. "Why do you want to be a member here anyway?" I asked, sipping a second glass of champagne, Lisa had declined any and as it was free I wasn't about to refuse it. "I don't get the chance to express myself in the real world." "You can with me Lisa, you know that." I hadn't meant to say anything that was as personal but I couldn't stop the worst coming out. "I know, but you've got the same problem as me, we both keep to ourselves. I've been looking for a way or a place where I can escape from the boring me that everyone else sees and this place might be it." She said, perhaps the most open thing she'd said to me since I'd met her. I was about to reply when a girl in a French maid's uniform interrupted my train of thought. "Mistress Jessica? Mistress Phoenix tells me I'm to arrange your membership. If you'd like to follow me?" I looked at Lisa and saw the unspoken appeal in her eyes. All right I thought to myself, this one and this one alone, then we either stop the messing about or we just stop. I waited for Lisa to say something but she just nodded, the maid led the way to the back of the room and down a passageway to another leather padded door. Inside was a desk piled with papers and to the left of it a camera mounted on a tripod. There was a long rail of clothes to the right, next to it was a dressing table and chair, facing a mirror lit with light bulbs like those you see in theatre dressing rooms. To the right of this, angled to the door was a tall screen where I presumed people could change behind. "We'll do the normal one first shall we?" The maid said in such a bored voice she might as well have been talking about ordering milk. I looked at Lisa, she looked at me, and then the maid pointed to a cross made of yellow sticky tape stuck on the floor. "Stand there while your Mistress fills out the paperwork." I sighed and looked up to the ceiling in resignation. The sooner this was over with the better. The maid and Lisa worked over the paperwork together for ten minutes or so; I was heartily bored and a little surprised when I heard the maid talking to me. "Right Lisa, look straight into the camera." She took three shots to make sure she got one that was usable. As I saw it that was two pictures of me that I had no control over. This done, the maid moved round the back of the desk and picked up a sheaf of papers. "I'll leave you to it for half an hour so you can get ready. The door locks from the inside so you won't be disturbed." The maid said and then left the room. "What's she on about?" I asked. "I think she means she's given us half an hour to get ready for the other membership card photograph." "Oh, right, hang on, what's to get ready?" Lisa looked at me, I looked at Lisa. I then looked into the abyss. "Oh come on! You can't be serious!" I objected. "We've come this far!" Lisa appealed. "Yes but, well, come on Lisa, I can handle not expressing myself even if you can't!" "I thought, maybe I hoped, that you'd like to come with me? I mean it's not that bad here is it?" "Well no, not once I got passed the shock of seeing what I saw but, well, you really are serious aren't you?" "Do it this once and if it's that bad you won't have to do it again, you just don't come to the club and I'll find someone else to come with." Looking back on it I would have to say that her suggestion wasn't very fair. "We can go to any club in London Lisa, why this one?" "Because in this one we can be whoever we want and nobody will give a damn. If you wanted you could come as you are, if you do this next photograph, you can come as either." "What about you though? You can only come as Jessica." I thought I had hit a very valid point. "Well no, actually Jessica only has a temporary membership card. It doesn't have a picture on it. The maid is sorting the full membership out now." This news sank in slowly until I found myself making a wholly unexpected decision. I blame the champagne. "If I do this then will only you and I ever know about it?" "Well, the staff here would know." Lisa pointed out. "Apart from here then, just you and I?" "Our secret, promise, and how about Tanya instead of Lisa?" "You've told Phoenix that you call me Lisa." "But I filled the forms in for Tanya, if we see Phoenix again I'll say I changed it once we'd decided what kind of girl you are." "Oh, I'd forgotten about that." I muttered. "So do you want to take your clothes off then?" "Not really." "It'll be okay, I promise, look, how about, if you do this for me, I'll tell everyone in the Duke that you and I are an item?" "But we won't be really, is that what you're telling me?" "It's not as if we've known each other very long is it? Can't we just see how we go and work that out later?" Well at least she hadn't dashed my hopes completely. On the other hand I wasn't going to pin my hopes on a maybe but now didn't seem to be the right time to bring that up. Besides which, Lisa, or the newly invented Mistress Jessica was looking at the rails of clothes, eyeing them up and then me. I was uncomfortable with the idea that was being proposed but sort of resigned to it at the same time. The size of the doormen kept rearing up in my thoughts and it occurred to me that this might be our safest if not the only way out. "I suppose you're thinking that I should be getting undressed?" "If we're going to do this I think we'd better get on with it." She replied. "I was afraid you were going to say that." I stepped behind the screen and shrugged out of my jacket and then removed my ruined shirt. Off came my shoes and socks, then my trousers. I looked at my pants and was about to ask if I had to take them off when Lisa appeared round the corner of the screen. "Not my pants?" I complained. "I think they've got to go." She replied. "Are you going to stand there while I take them off?" "No, put these on when you're ready." She handed me a pair of red satin panties with lace trim on the legs, a matching suspender belt and a red lace bra. I looked at this collection with a mounting amount of dread. Eventually I stepped into the panties and slipped them up my legs to my waist. They were a very snug fit but felt soft and smooth against my skin. I fumbled the suspender belt and the bra but got there in the end. Once done I called out to Lisa, asking what was next. A pair of black seamed stockings came over the top of the screen. I couldn't believe what they felt like when I began easing them up my legs. I've mentioned that my body has a distinct lack of body hair for whatever reason, so when the stockings slid smoothly and softly along my legs to my mid thigh I shivered, somehow relishing their caress. Clipping them to the suspender straps took a little while but I managed to get them straight and taut. Just in time for Lisa to step behind the screen again with two false breasts in her hands. "Hold still Tanya." She murmured, slipping the forms into the cups. They filled the cups perfectly, looked very real to my eyes and once Lisa let them go they felt very natural as well, at least as far as I could tell. I cupped them in my hands and squeezed gently, touched with my fingertips I found that they were warming to my body temperature. "When you've quite finished playing with them!" Lisa giggled, "And you might want to pull that back between your legs, pull your panties up tight and they will stay out of the way." I did as she suggested and saw the telltale bulge disappear to be replaced by a smooth outline. I was quite impressed by this but was damned if I was going to admit to it. I also didn't ask Lisa how she knew that it would work. She was holding a short stretch velvet mini-dress in a soft crimson. The straps were only just wide enough to hide the bra straps and I felt it squeezing against my body when Lisa adjusted the fit. The hem was an inch or so below the stocking tops so she warned me I'd have to take careful steps. Holding up a pair of red leather high-heeled court shoes she added that I was going to have to walk carefully in any case. Once I had them on my feet Lisa fitted a red velvet choker round my throat and sat me on the chair with my back to the dressing table mirror, telling me to keep my eyes closed until she'd finished. Doing the make up and hair took up much of the remainder of the allotted time. Especially when she was fiddling with my fingers and nails. Lisa had only just finished brushing through my hair when there was a knock on the door. "Hold still Tanya, and keep your eyes closed." I heard her move over to the door and open it, and then heard the maid's voice asking if we were ready. "Almost, just the finishing touches." She came back over to me; from the maid there wasn't a word. I felt something being clipped to my ears and realised with moving my head that I was wearing a pair of long, heavy, dangling earrings. Something light was added to my left wrist and something heavy to my right. These turned out to be a collection of thin silver bracelets on my left and a heavier thick bangle, also silver coloured to my right. Finally I was allowed to stand up and was then told I could open my eyes. I found I was staring into a full-length mirror, my eyes taking in what I was seeing but my brain refusing to recognise it as me. My lips were glossed with a crimson that matched the dress, as were the false fingernails Lisa had stuck to my fingers. My eyes looked expressive as eyeliner and thick mascara exaggerated their shape. My lids had been dusted with a blend of lilac and deep pink eye shadows. My eyebrows at once hidden by a light foundation and then picked out in pencil. With my cheeks wearing a soft rose blush to finish the look, I looked stunning. My hair had been brushed out, teased into waves and sprayed with a little lacquer. If I'd seen a picture of myself without having this transformation I would have said I was looking at a very attractive girl in her early twenties. The fact that there was very little trace of me left was quite a comfort. Anyone who knew me would never recognise me if they met me as I was now dressed. "Okay, if you'd like to take your place." The maid said. I stepped carefully over to the yellow cross and felt the way the heels stretched my leg muscles and the soft movement of the suspender straps moving gently on my thighs and over my buttocks. I found the shoes easier than I thought I would, placing the sole of the shoe down at the same time as the heel made my hips swing and my boobs jiggle. The boobs stretched against my skin and I mentioned this under my breath. "Don't worry, once the adhesive has set they will move with you." The maid said. The camera flashed once, twice, three times before I could find my voice. What I wanted to ask, or more likely scream, was, "what the hell do you mean adhesive, how the hell do they come off?" "Right, that's a wrap. If you'd like to put your clothes in the bag provided and lock the padlock." Lisa held up the bag that I guessed held my normal clothes. "Oh fine, right then, I'll go and sort the memberships out. If you'd like to go through to the quiet room, Mistress Phoenix will meet you there. I'll be along as soon as I'm done." The maid left the room and Lisa made to follow her out. "Come along Tanya, it won't do to keep Mistress Phoenix waiting!" She smiled at me and watched me walk out of the room and down the passage. Oddly enough, once I was in the quiet room, as the maid had called it, I didn't feel as out of place as I had when we'd first entered it. It was probably down to the champagne. I was inspected by Mistress Phoenix, who approved of my new look. "Not bad at all Tanya, I like the girl you've turned out to be. I hope it will be a pleasure for your Mistress, you are going to be a good girl aren't you?" I looked over her shoulder and saw Lisa's eyebrows raised in question. "Yes Mistress Phoenix." I replied. "Good, now that's settled I think it's time for a drink." Champagne for me, orange juice for Lisa and some strange cocktail for Mistress Phoenix. The dog got another bowl of water and was then taken for a walk, though it didn't look as though it wanted to go. "You know, you do look seriously terrific Tanya." Lisa breathed in my ear. "In fact, you know we were talking about us being an item? Well, you never know your luck but it has certainly improved an awful lot. Do you want to go for a walk or shall we go and have a dance?" She linked her arm in mine and we strolled arm in arm, right round the club and back to the bar again. "Are you managing the heels?" "Not too bad, my legs will ache something terrible by the morning." I replied. "If you're a very good girl I might massage them for you! Oh, I meant to ask, do you shave your legs?" "No, I just never have had much in the way of body hair." I explained. "Lucky you, that'll save a lot of time." She said, a little distracted by the approach of a tall blonde in a black rubber corset and thigh high spike heeled boots. Before I could make a response to what Lisa had said, the blonde was standing in front of us. She eased a crop out of her right boot and waved it in my direction while she spoke to Lisa. "Is she yours?" Lisa paused for a moment and looked at me. I wasn't saying anything so left it up to her. "Yes, she's mine, why do you ask?" "No reason, just interested." "I am here you know, its not as if I'm deaf and dumb!" I mumbled under my breath but apparently loud enough for the blonde to hear. "You may speak when you are spoken to girl and not a moment before." The crop rose and rested under my chin, tilting my head back. The blonde turned her attention back to Lisa. "If you ever want her disciplined, call me." She produced a card from out of thin air and handed it to Lisa. She stalked passed me and I felt the sting of the crop on my backside. Not hard but enough to make me flinch. Lisa giggled. "It's not funny!" I objected. "Not that, I mean that when you jumped, your boobs jiggled!" "When do we get to go? I'm getting a bit sore around the calf muscles with these shoes." I complained. "Let's hang on until we get the membership cards, then we'll go." By then I'd drunk another two glasses of wine and a whisky. I wasn't drunk but was definitely on the way to being tipsy; Lisa took advantage of this and got me up on the dance floor where everyone who cared to look could see me. It was here that the maid came and found us, leading us back into the quiet room where she handed over the membership cards. I was expecting the card to be about the size of a credit card but found that it was nearer the size of your average birthday card. I was laminated in a plastic sleeve so you couldn't get at the print to change any of the details. The outside had the "Phoenix" logo on it; inside on the left when you opened it was a full-length photo of the member. In this case me in the short crimson dress and the high heels. The right hand side carried personal details, name, address and so on. I wondered idly where Lisa had got my address from but was still staring at the photo of me dressed as a girl. It was while the maid was telling Lisa some of the club rules that she suddenly caught my attention. "So the keys to your bags will be posted out to you, unless you'd like to call and get them." "Why can't we have them now?" I asked. "Mistress Jessica, would you mind keeping Tanya under control? I hate being interrupted." The maid snapped, giving me a stern look. "Keep quiet Tanya, I'm sure we will soon know what we need to know." Her hand squeezed tight on my right buttock, enough to make me yelp. "Thank you Mistress Jessica, now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. One of the rules of the club is that on the first night of membership, the new member leaves the club as they dressed whilst in it. The keys to their bags are posted out the following morning. If however the member requires access to their bag before then, of course they may call in person during opening hours to collect it." "So Tanya could call tomorrow say? If she wanted her bag, or the contents of the bag should I say." Lisa asked, which was more or less what I wanted to know. "Of course, but don't forget to have your membership card with you. If, for instance, Tanya here arrived dressed in her straight clothes, then security wouldn't let her in. If she arrived in a similar fashion as the photo in her membership card then of course she would be allowed in." I bit my tongue at this, when it dawned on me that unless I was willing to wait for the keys to arrive in the post, I'd have to return to the club dressed. Another thought struck me, even if I did have the keys I wouldn't be able to get in to the club unless I looked something like I did in the picture on the card. Unless the normal membership Lisa had asked for on my behalf turned up. "Right then, thank you very much for your time." Lisa told the maid, who, much to my surprise gave a deep curtsey and said that if there was any service Mistress Jessica required, she need only ask for Monica. The maid left with a broad leering smile on her lips and gave me a wink. I turned to Lisa who had an odd look on her face. "Whatever it is you're thinking, don't." "I was just thinking that we can go now, do you want to stay all of a sudden?" "Well, no, but..." "So let's go then, we aren't going to get your bag back tonight but if you want to try making a scene feel free. I don't fancy your chances much." "How are we going to get home? I haven't got my wallet?" "It's alright, I've got some cash." "And the keys for my flat?" I snorted. "Are safe with Steve behind the bar." "How did you manage that?" I asked incredulously. "I sneaked them out of your pants pocket, no sense in not keeping as many of the bases covered as possible." Lisa answered smugly. "So why didn't you sneak my wallet at the same time?" "Okay, so I said most of the bases, not all." "At least I can get in then." I sighed resignedly when she returned with the keys. "Maybe, but I can't, remember I said most of the bases?" "Yes." "Well I left my keys in my bag." "So stay at my place." I suggested as we made our way to the exit. "Are you sure that's okay?" she asked with that soft smile of hers. "Sure, you've only gone and turned me into a girl. It's not as if I've got anything to hold against you." I managed to giggle, despite the effect that the cool night air was having on my stocking clad legs. I heard the echo of my heels from the alley walls, the sharp clicking sounded strange, sort of exotic. "You know that you look really good don't you?" Lisa said when we reached the main road, linking her arm through mine. "If you say so, I'll take your word for it." "Have you got a long mirror at your place?" she asked when we stepped into the taxi office the cab driver had told me about. "Well yes, why do you ask?" I said, thinking of the tall mirrored doors on the wardrobe. "Just retain judgement until you see yourself under normal lights. The lights in the club weren't good enough for you to see how convincing you are." We fell into silence, as we had to wait nearly 30 minutes for a taxi. During which time there were a lot of people in and out of the office, both those who might well have been at "Phoenix" and many others who would not have been. The latter, the men, took plenty of time to give Lisa and I the once over. The ride home took half an hour, though it seemed to be longer, I didn't really care because Lisa had her head on my shoulder with my arm round her all the way there. She paid the driver and on the way up to my flat I promised I would pay her back. She waved this off as we stepped into the flat; she glanced round the place and smiled. "You keep the place nice and neat, or do you have a maid?" "I doubt I could afford to employ Monica if that's what you mean." I was pleased to hear her delighted laugh. "I don't suppose you have any drink in? I'm parched." She smiled. I went through to the kitchen and dug a half bottle of wine out of the fridge and took it and two glasses through to the lounge. After pouring the drinks I watched Lisa remove her boots, I made to do the same with my shoes but she stopped me. "Just a minute, where's this mirror, I want you to see the whole Tanya, and that means your shoes as well." "In the bedroom," I pointed to the bedroom door. "I didn't think it would be in the kitchen silly! Now do you want to see yourself or not?" I led the way to the door but she stopped me short. "Hold on, close your eyes. Now, where's the light switch?" "Just inside the door on the left hand side." I told her, standing in the doorway with my eyes closed. I heard the switch go on and sensed the light come on through my closed lids. I felt Lisa take my hand and lead me into the room. She straightened the dress and fiddled with my hair for a minute, then told me to open my eyes. I'd not realised at the club, just how transformed I'd been. Not only was there no trace of my normal self, but I'd adjusted my stance to cope with the heels and adopted a new demeanour to cater for the completely alien clothes I was wearing. "See what I mean Tanya? You, are one very pretty girl." "I don't, well, I don't look anything like me!" I gasped. "No, well, your not bad looking as a man, but as a girl you look stunning." "You're not serious!" I found myself giggling but wondering at the same time. "I'm very serious, Tanya, you're sexier as a girl than you are as a guy." She was standing behind me so I could see her reflection as well as my own. She left me standing there momentarily, fetching the wine and glasses into the room. She sat on the side of the bed facing the wardrobe and patted the bed next to her. I walked round to her without taking my eyes from my reflection. I sat and took the glass from her then stiffened when she gently kissed the side of my neck. "Keep watching the mirror Tanya, tell me what you see." I didn't get the chance because I turned to face her and felt her lips gently brush mine. Tentatively, almost shyly we kissed, then deeply, clinging to each other, hands stroking and caressing until Lisa broke the kiss. I was sorry she had but understood, or sort of did; she'd already said that it was too soon for us to be thinking along those lines. "You're not upset Tanya?" she asked when we parted. "No, I understand, you're right, it's too early for us. I'll sleep on the sofa." "No you won't! We'll both sleep here," she patted the bed, "just us girls together." "Are you sure Lisa?" "Oh yes! And if you keep your undies on, I'll be a very happy girl indeed." She gave a dirty laugh and eased me out of the dress, allowing me to kick off the shoes. I watched her slip from the skirt and then slide under the sheet in the soft black teddy. I joined her and she rolled over to lie on her back full length on top of me. Lisa took my hands, still with the long false nails stuck to my fingers. She placed my hands over her breasts and held them there for a moment. "It's okay, I want you to feel how soft the teddy is Tanya." She was right of course; it was so soft against my fingers that at first the softness was all I could think of. Until my finger ran over her hardening nipples. I gently cupped her breasts in my hands and I heard her sighing softly. My own arousal was growing, uncomfortable back between my legs. Lisa must have sensed this as she eased herself up slightly so I could part my legs and free myself. My length lay flat against my stomach and poked out of the top of my panties. When Lisa settled back down her cheeks were either side of my erection, as her buttocks were sheathed in the soft teddy the material folded itself about me. I shivered at the soft touch and my breath caught in my throat when Lisa ground her hips against me. She gave a delighted giggle. "So I turn you on as much as you turn me on Tanya?" I could barely find my voice to answer her but managed to gasp a strangled, "Yes!" "I'm glad about that Tanya, you're such a sexy girl! Look in the mirror and see how sexy we both look! Two soft and stunning sexy girls in bed together. What could be nicer than that?" I did look in the mirror and I could see exactly what she meant. "Maybe if I saw more of you, well, maybe there could be an us Tanya." I heard what she was saying and even through all the alcohol I understood. "You do know what I mean don't you Tanya? That I think you, Tanya, and I, might be more than just friends?" I moaned in response when she clenched her buttocks. "But only with Tanya, you understand why don't you? Because I think you like her too don't you? You think she's a very sexy girl and you like her very much don't you?" I shuddered beneath her. "You are my sexy girl and you Tanya, sexy sweet Tanya and I, we'll have so much fun together. Tell me you'll be my girlfriend Tanya, tell me we can be lovers!" All the while she was talking I had been stroking and caressing her, her own arousal growing with mine until her words began to form soft sobs. "Look, in, the, mirrors, Tanya, see the, two sexy, girls. Tell me you'll, be mine!" Lisa went rigid beneath me, clamping her buttocks against me as she hit wave upon wave of orgasm. The same intensity of climax hit me, making me tremble and shake, with her cheeks clasping me, she prevented me from exploding, my own orgasm being all the more incredible because of it. Locked together, without being locked together, we rode the storms until lying tight together we fell asleep. *** When I woke up in the morning I found myself alone. I had an awful thought that it had all been a dream. I lay back in the bed and listened for sounds of movement around the flat, hoping that if I heard something it would confirm that Lisa had in fact spent the night with me. All was silent however so I sat up and glanced in the wardrobe mirrors just as the sheet dropped from my chest. It revealed two perfectly shaped jutting breasts. The bra had gone, as had the panties, suspenders and the stockings. I couldn't see the dress either; it should have been on the floor where Lisa had dropped it. I was still wearing the make up and though my hair was ruffled it still held a strong suggestion of a feminine style. I'd lost one earring but the other was still in place. I found the lost one down in the bed when it occurred to me that someone must have stripped the lingerie from me and I knew that it wasn't me who had done it. I looked in the mirror again and watched the reflection of the girl/boy getting out of bed. I walked round the side of the bed and padded through to the bathroom where I stepped under the shower. I relaxed under the spray and then shampooed and conditioned my hair, then washed everywhere. When the silicon breast forms remained firmly where they were, I had a moment of panic but put that to the back of my mind until I got out of the shower. One look in the mirror above the basin told me that I had successfully removed the make up, my normal face stared back at me but it felt as if a ghost was looking over my shoulder. I wrapped a towel around my waist and combed through my hair, leaving it in long wet lengths down to my shoulders. Even after the hot shower my legs were sore, so I went through to the lounge intending to stretch out on the sofa until the cramp eased. I'd only just stepped into the lounge in time for the front door to open and for Lisa to walk in laden down with bags. She took one look at me and laughed. "You tart Tanya! Nice girls cover their tops up you know!" I felt a huge wave of relief wash through me at seeing her; at least I hadn't dreamed it all. There were a few points I needed explaining but that could wait until I'd hugged and kissed Lisa. She shook me off telling me I'd get her all wet. "I don't suppose you have a kettle? I'm dying for a coffee." I went through to the kitchen and called out to her, asking where she'd been. "I panicked when I woke up, I thought I'd dreamed it all." "Isn't that sweet! I'm gone for five minutes and my girlfriend thinks it was all a dream! Did you miss me that much Tanya?" She giggled from the lounge; I could hear her unpacking boxes. I wasn't quite sure how to react with her having referred to me as her girlfriend but as she was here in the flat with me and it appeared I'd actually have someone to spend time with I wasn't about to argue. I took two mugs of coffee through to the lounge and sat on the sofa. "Have you got a hair dryer?" "In the bathroom, why? I usually just let it dry as it is." "Not any more you don't, you're going to get a crash course in style." By lunchtime she'd taught me how to do my hair in the waved style she'd put it in the evening before. I was doing my own make up by mid afternoon and by six o'clock Lisa had me getting dressed to go out to reclaim my bag from "P