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Mary's Discovery - by: Trish Shaw Owing to the lack of thump-thump music through the wall Linda Write assumed that the students next door were out, when she got home from work. They had been her neighbours since the start of term in early September and at first she had resented their presence. However as she had got to know them she changed her mind and began to almost enjoy their madcap company. There were three of them sharing the house, Mike and Bob were third year art students and very odd looking. Tom the third student was also in final year, studying History. They appeared to live in total chaos and kept very odd hours. But she had found that they always had a cheery good morning or whatever when they saw her and thought nothing of stopping for a five-minute chat. Turning on the hall light, she removed her coat and walked through to the kitchen. Just as she was reaching for the light switch she noticed someone moving in the garden. Curious she moved to the window and saw to her surprise, Tom looking very sweet in a short skirt and red university sweatshirt taking in his washing. His longish hair was held off his face with a red Alice band and he looked rather cute! As she watched he turned abruptly and she caught a glimpse of suspenders and stocking tops. Not wanting to be seen, Lynn waited until he had collected all of his washing before turning on the light and making herself a coffee. "So!" she said to herself, a bit surprised, "Tom is a transvestite! Well, well, I never would have thought it!" Sitting back with her coffee she was surprised to find just how much the concept appealed and excited her. Over the next day or two, she researched up on transvestism and she mused over what she should do about it, eventually coming to the conclusion that the best choice was just to take the bull by the horns and talk to him. Tom had not really taken that much notice of the divorcee next door, once she had stopped complaining about their music. He did like her choice in clothes though; she all ways looked smashing in that professionally feminine way that he wished he could emulate. She was very attractive but she rarely seemed to have visitors and as far as any of the lads could work out she had no boyfriend. He knew from all the local gossip, that Mrs. Singh at the shop that she was a lawyer. That she had been through a rough divorce with her wife-beating former partner, and Tom felt somewhat sorry for her. He guessed her age was some where between 30 and 35, that she was probably quite lonely and had accepted them next door because she quite enjoyed laughing at their antics. He would have spent longer chatting when he did speak to her but his shyness tended to get the better of him unless he was a bit blasted. Unusually for a Friday evening, she saw him getting off the bus when she walked out of the corner shop. Having to walk briskly she caught him up and said cheerfully, "Evening Tom." "Hi ya," he replied looking rather glum. "What's up?" she asked, trying to quell her madly beating heart, "You look rather down?" "Nothing!" he snapped. Then took a deep breath and half smiled at her. "Sorry Lynn, you didn't deserve that. The bloody bank won't extend my overdraft and I put in for my next student loan late, so it's not through yet." "Why don't you come round to my place then? You could unwind. And I'd enjoy the company." "Thanks Lynn that's very kind of you but I might as well as use the time to finish off my dissertation," Tom replied quickly. "Oh no Tom, I'd like to see you close up. I've only seen you from a distance in the garden. You can wear your skirt and heels just as easily in my house?" She smiled tentatively and held her breath. Tom went pale and whispered, "Oh god! You know?" "That you are a," she paused, "A transvestite? Yes I've seen you a few times." Looking at his shocked expression she felt a surge of excitement. By now they were nearly at her door so she added, "If Mrs. Singh in the shop knew then?" He blushed brightly at the implied blackmail, and stammered, "Yes Lynn what time?" "Oh any time. Seven will be fine." She smiled gently at him. "Now don't forget to wear your pretty clothes." Grinning she turned on her heel and walked in to her house calling over her shoulder. "Oh? And come to the front door will you?" Tom stood there - shocked, watching her receding back until she shut her door, then he bolted for the sanctuary of his own. Frightened and worried that his long kept secret had been discovered, he struggled to roll a calming joint and open a can of beer. Flopping in front of the telly he downed the beer before drawing heavily on the joint and moaned. "Oh fuck! What do I do?" Staring in to space until the loud music coming through the wall roused him. Normally Tom reveled in getting dressed but tonight however he just pulled 'Mary's' clothes out of his wardrobe and threw them on to his bed. He did not have much to choose from. A short black skirt, fishnet stockings (which hid his hairy legs), white blouse, black three inch court shoes, a few other pieces: matching bra, suspender belt and knickers sets, a short slip, a summer dress - and his pride and joy a black and red satin basque. Thanking the gods that Mike and Bob were out for the night he quickly dressed in his basque and stockings before drawing a pair of matching knickers up his legs. Glancing at the clock he filled a pair of balloons partially with water and slipped them in to the basque's bra cups. "Jesus!" he mumbled to himself, "It's like a wank mag story come true!" Then a shiver of excitement coursed up his spine as he settled the balloons in to place. Guiltily he glanced at his reflection and moaned again. This time, avoiding the mirror he slipped on his blouse and fastened his skirt about his waist. Turning back to his wardrobe he pulled out his handbag and removed his recently purchased small collection of makeup. He debated whether to have ago at putting it on, as he knew he was not very good at it and decided just to make do with a lick of red lipstick. Then looking again at the clock he went down to the kitchen and made him self a cup of tea and rolled another joint. "Girls just want to have fun!" Lynn sang along with the music as she quickly changed out of her sober work clothes. Dancing around half naked she held various items of clothing against her body until she decided on her short black lycra dress. She had quickly realised that the best way to shut out their thump-thump music from next door was to make her own. After a shower she dried her hair and dressed. Taking her time she carefully did her makeup, giggling delightedly to herself when she saw her reflection. She had just opened a bottle of wine when the doorbell went. With a last glance at the mirror, she walked to the front door and turned on the outside light. Opening the door to see a red faced Tom on her doorstep. Smiling, she said, "Do you have a name?" "M. . Mary," he stammered. Raising her voice she said, "Come on in Mary." Allowing him to enter. "In to the lounge. Want a drink love?" 'Mary' nodded apprehensively. "Wine or gin?" She asked looking at him, assessing his appearance. "Wine please," he whispered avoiding her eyes. Laughing, she walked into the lounge and poured out two glasses of wine. She handed him a glass and sat down. Motioning him towards the chair opposite her. Still avoiding her eyes Tom whispered his thanks and sat visibly squirming under her calculating gaze. "Relax Mary. I won't bite," she said kindly as he shyly looked directly at her for the first time. "Mind you, your face needs some help and your hair would look lovely curled." Lynn grinned adding. "In fact I think with a little help you could look rather good." "Er. I was going to buy some more makeup next term and I saw a makeup book in the sale at Smiths," he whispered, looking like he was going to bolt for the door. Slowly, with the aid of another glass of wine, she coaxed Tom in to answering her questions. Finding out that he was a lifelong transvestite who did not get on with his stepfather and consequently saw very little of his family. "Would you like me to do your face and hair Mary?" She asked finally, when she felt that he had relaxed enough to agree with her suggestion. "P. . Please Lynn," he answered his voice still wavering. "Great!" she said cheerfully, standing, "Come on Mary. Don't look so glum. This is supposed to be fun!" He smiled up at her and said shyly, "Thanks Lynn." "For what?" "For understanding." Taking his hand she pulled him up to her bedroom and sat him down at her dressing table. Turning him away from the mirror she giggled. "Am I going to surprise you Hon." Tom was astonished at how quickly Lynn used her makeup on his face. Once she was satisfied she produced a rippled jawed thing and locked his hair between its jaws a bit at a time. When she was finished she replaced his Alice band and spun him round towards the mirror. His hair was now a rippling mass framing his now well made up, feminine face. He could not believe that it was his reflection in the mirror. "Wow!" he gasped. "Thank you Lynn. Will you teach me how you did that? Please?" He noticed for the first time that Lynn had big brown eyes that sparkled when she laughed. "Sure! I must say you look smashing now. I think you look very pretty. Let's go and see what's on the telly." By now Tom was smiling brightly and followed her downstairs, amazed at how relaxed and feminine he felt. Giggling he smoothed his skirt on to his legs as he sat gracefully on to the settee. "Here," she handed him another glass of wine. "Thanks," he said now giddy with pleasure. "Can I ask you a question?" "Yes," she laughed, "What?" "Can I smoke?" She nodded, "Why not? I do." Tom laughed lightly, "I meant pot silly." "Oh!" Lynn giggled, "Yeah... I used to like the odd toke when I was at College." Tom looked around asking, "Where's my bag Lynn?" Then he saw it on the floor next to the chair and reached for it, crying, "Ahhh!" Next Morning Tom woke up at home feeling decidedly nervous about the previous evening. He was up fairly early, suffering from all the wine they had drank the night before. The cure was painful, a hard forty- minute run, a bottle of Lucozade, and a shower. After a light breakfast he shoved a Rush CD in to his CD ROM drive and got stuck in to his college work. Some hours later he heard Bob blundering about in the kitchen downstairs and went for another mug of tea and some lunch. "Mornin'" Bob said in a rough voice. "Afternoon you mean," Tom laughed making his tea. "Letter fer you," Bob pointed at the doormat. "Ta," Tom replied picking up the letter as he took his tea back up to his room and returned to his dissertation. Eventually he turned off his computer and opened the letter to find it was from Lynn. Hi Mary, Come round tonight if you want. I would like it if you can. And a new trek movie is on sky at nine. Any time after 5 is fine by me. Don't forget to use the front door and bring all your clothes and stuff. You can keep them here if you wish. Love, Lynn XX "Too bloody right I will!" He muttered to himself as he lay on his bed reading though his days work, smoking a large joint with glee. Not much later Bob stuck his head round the door asking, "Commin' t' pub youth? Beer call in t' Wagon fer t' 'appy 'our is four!" "No thanks man, I'm skint and I have to have a tutorial first thing Tuesday morning so I want to have me dis pretty much done for then, its due for the end of term. Might go over to Lee's later though - if I get through with this." "Lend you a tenna?" Tom grinned and handed Bob the joint. "Thanks but no thanks I will go in to debt with the bank but not a mate like." Bob grinned round the splif saying, "Suit yourself. If you want to come later we will be in the Wagon till closing then we're of to the Ku club." Tom nodded having no intention of going to the Wagon when he had a chance to be Mary. He gave them a good hour to get comfortable in the pub before he dressed in his finery and walked nervously next door. Tom loved the click of Mary's heels as he walked up to her door enjoying the sensation of being dressed in public; even though he did half wish that Lynn would let him use the backdoor. Lynn had also woken early, full of beans and raring to go, after a quick health conscious, low fat breakfast she had spent the day shopping. She had deliberately got off the bus two stops early and walked though the university campus checking out what was this year's student look was like. Her mind was awash with ideas for Mary, some of which were very naughty. She quickly spent a fortune on her 'Niece', false nails, studentish peasant skirt, a smart little back dress and some fancy lingerie that brought a smile to her face. Then feeling very daring she went to a specialist shop and bought some hormonal depletion and skin care creams. At first she was embarrassed but the friendly owner just assumed that she had just discovered that her partner was a TV and was treating him to a few presents. Lynn went red in the face when the woman commented that most TV's were a pretty submissive when dressed, especially if they were tightly corseted. She also advised her to read some of the fiction available to get a handle on the sexual side of transvestism. Almost as an after thought the woman said, "Oh! And get yourself a strap on dildo!" Embarrassed Lynn just followed the woman's advice selecting a few magazines, a few stories and a very realistic strap on! Arriving home she had a late lunch and glanced over the magazines and found herself getting rather excited over an enforced transvestite maid story. Giggling to her self she slipped off her jeans and picked up the dildo. Continuing to read Lynn started to slowly play with her self, working her way up to an earth-shattering climax imagining what it would be like to make Mary her maid. Languidly she filled a highly scented bath and with another magazine had a long wallow. Planning the evening carefully as she dressed in leggings and a tee shirt, deciding against trying the dominant woman look she had liked in the magazines, for now! "Ding, dong!" The doorbell went just after five and Lynn opened the door to see 'Mary' nervously standing on the doorstep clutching a small case. "Come on in Mary." She said firmly after giving him a feminine kiss on his cheek. "Go straight up stairs and we can get started," she smiled at him. "That is if you still want my help?" "Please Lynn. If its no bother?" She giggled, "Oh its no bother pet, in fact it's a pleasure." 'Mary' nodded her thanks as Lynn continued. "Now be a good girl and get upstairs." Following him up the stairs she told him to go in to the bathroom and get undressed. "Pardon?" he asked unsure. She grinned, "Get undressed! I need to see what I have to work with Mary. Don't be shy you have nothing I haven't seen before!" Red faced he obeyed removing all his clothes until he stood stark naked in front of her. "Turn round," she ordered noticing how quickly he obeyed her instruction. Wondering just what else the woman in the shop had been right about. "Right then Mary. In the shower with you and we will do your legs, bikini line and armpits." Smiling shyly he allowed her to coat his body with the depletion cream leaving only a small triangle of pubic hair uncovered. "I want you to count slowly to six hundred then have a shower and wash your hair. When you're done rub this moisturising cream all over your body to counteract the action of the depilatory. Then you can slip this robe on and come though to my bedroom." She grinned and giggled at his face, "I have always wanted a sister or a niece and now I can have one." Tom thought he was in heaven when she handed him a padded bra and matching panties. After spending years looking at the way the girls on his course looked he needed no incentive to slip the studentish clothing she had bought him on followed by a pair of her pink wedge slippers. As Lynn was doing his makeup, demonstrating each action on her own face before getting him to repeat some of what she was doing on his. Lynn commented about how submissive he was, laughingly telling him that he should be her maid and do this for her every day. She noticed the slight bulge in his skirt but did not comment. Lynn finished with a spriz of scent and smiled in the mirror at him, hanging her well- manicured hand over his shoulder. "Like it Mary?" "God! It wonderful," he gushed, "Thank you Lynn." "I've got some nails for you as well but I am famished. Lets make some tea." Giggling like a schoolgirl she led him down to the kitchen and handed him a pini to protect his new clothes. Donning one herself she continued to chat away about very girlie subjects forcing him to join the conversation when ever possible. Tom was in heaven she was treating him just like a girlfriend and the moment they had finished eating she had just taken his hand and started to fix the false nails on to his fingertips. His right hand was sporting five long red talons when she said, "Ops! Cock up!" He looked at her puzzled. "They look fine to me?" Lynn laughed. Tom was getting to like her laugh; it was full and slightly naughty. "It's not the nails stupid, it's the glue. It's a form of superglue and I don't have any nail remover solution. So it looks like you will be staying over until I get some more. Unless?" she giggled moving on to his left hand. "You want Bob and Mike to see your lovely nails?" Tom shook his head. Anxiously asking, "Can I stay over please?" "I'll lend you a fancy nightie and put your hair in curlers for the night, but only if you're a good girl Mary." Gobsmacked by Lynn's enjoyment and bossy behaviour he stood up and bobbed at the knees saying in as feminine a tone as he could. "I'll be a good girl." "Be one now Hon and give me your hand back. I'll do your toenails as well if you want? Then you can do mine. If you mess it up the first time you can keep trying until you get it right then you will be able to do your own." Tom leapt at the chance to perform such a service to her, not realising how long it would take him to repeat the simple looking task she performed on his toes. The false nails ruined his co- ordination and the brush was a lot harder to use than it looked. It took him four attempts before she was satisfied with the results. Next she had him put on his heels and a pair of her tights and made him walk up and down in front of her teaching him how to walk in a feminine fashion. How to hold his bag, arms and body in relation to his stride. Within 40 minutes he was feeling the strain on his calves and thighs. "Not too comfortable are they Mary?" Lynn commented unsympathetically. "Women only wear them because of how they make our legs look!" 'Mary' managed a smile and said. "I can see why." "Most of your trouble tonight is due to lack of practice that's all. Don't worry. You'll get lots of practice with me. I think you will make a very pretty young woman once I have taught you what most of us learn as we grow up. You've just had a bad education that's all." She was so matter of fact about it! Tom could not believe what she had said. "Do you really mean that Lynn? That I can get lots of practice with you?" "Most definitely! I much prefer you as Mary. You were a kind of cute boy to begin with but not very personable. Whenever we spoke you just stuttered and mumbled - embarrassed. But now we are chatting without the muttering." She winked at him with a light in her eyes, "And I must admit some excitement over turning you in to a girl. Something similar to what you are feeling judging by that." She nodded at the obvious lump in his skirt and giggled. "I will have to get you something to hide that!" Mary blushed prettily and flopped on to the settee. "Not like that!" Lynn said sharply, "Like this." She quickly demonstrated and using short sharp instructions made him repeat her actions four or five times until 'Mary' gracefully sat down on to the settee, smoothing her skirt and crossing her legs in that typically feminine manner. Tom blushed again when Lynn told him bluntly, "I expect to see you do it like that from now on!" She smiled at him and proceeded to congratulate him on how well he was doing and how much he had improved. "How about rolling us a joint Mary? We deserve it!" Once again Tom found there was a lesson in her request rolling a joint wearing the nails was not as easy as he had expected. Giggling he said when he eventually produced a misshapen but smokeable joint. "Not only have you got me looking like a first year girl you have got me rolling joints like one!" During the evening Tom had noticed that Lynn had become more controlling the later it got and was finding it all a turn on. He felt like that he was in a river that was sweeping him deeper and deeper in to the feminine ideal that Lynn had for him. Little did he know that Lynn knew exactly what she was doing and what she wanted? True to her word that night she did put his hair up in rollers, smothered his face in moisturisers and gave him a lovely rose coloured satin nightie and matching panties. She told him to leave his padded bra on so that the long and tight garment hung correctly on his body. After what felt like an age, he was finally able to slide in to the bed in her spare room and relieve the sexual tension that had built up inside of him. The following day followed a similar pattern with Lynn bossing Mary about, reinforcing the lessons she had given him the night before. The first task of the day was to go through his meagre collection of feminine items and putting them in her spare room. While she was out getting some nail remover she had him clean the front room, kitchen and bathroom. Getting back and approving of her almost cleaned house Lynn got him to fix lunch under her beady eye. Eagle eyed she corrected any masculine gestures that she saw, making him repeat task after task until she was satisfied. Finally after showing him how to use her iron she went in to her small study to catch up with some work leaving him to do all her ironing. A household job Tom had never before done in his life and found surprisingly enjoyable. As he ironed Tom realised that he wanted this, he wished silently that he really were Lynn's wife/maid, not knowing that Lynn also held the same wish. They followed the same basic routine until the end of term, Tom spending at least three evening's week (one of which he stayed over) as Mary. This slowly led to him becoming proficient at his transformation so that by the time term finished he could even pass her close inspection first time. Unfortunately his body language was still very masculine although he knew he was improving more quickly since she had got him doing most of her housework. He developed the concept that by doing such domestic work altered his behaviour patterns. The most surprising thing of all was that he began to find the high heels that she had him wear all the time got almost comfortable. Lynn got him to talk about every thing from the heels to what he was feeling and how he felt. He was in love with her and the life she was giving him as Mary. Lynn kept up with her firm encouragement involving him in long conversations/discussions about feminine body language and behaviour. Slowly exerting her influence over him until she was sure he would agree to the next step in her plan. "What are you doing for Christmas Mary? Staying or going?" "Going down to see my mum and the Plank I guess." He didn't sound to enthusiastic about the idea, which suited Lynn to a tee. "You can stay with me if you want." "Can I?" he asked, his delight apparent on his well made up face. "Yes silly, I would love to have Mary about the house for four weeks. It will be heaven for me. You are such a good housekeeper and I need some one to look after me," She grinned, "Mary the maid for four weeks Hon. Fancy it?" Lynn felt the burst of warmth in her belly when he giggled half joking. "Oh! Do I get to wear the uniform?" Keeping the tone humorous she giggled her self and spluttered. "Only if you're a good girl." Then hamming it up she declared. "Now fetch me some more wine and roll me another joint - Mary my maid!" Standing smoothly Tom laughed and curtseyed to her, "Yes Madam Lynn." Giggling as he carefully minced off swinging his hips and swishing his skirt.. "Tart!" Called Lynn. "I will tell Mike or Bob that my niece is staying over the Christmas break just in case they see you, but looking like you do now, never in a month of Mondays will they recognise you." Soon it was agreed that to all intents and purposes Tom would go home to a holiday job the 7th and not return until the 15th January. Mary would then arrive with Lynn's late on the 7th and stay until the morning of the 15th. To Tom's initial horror Lynn was insistent that he must arrive with her fully dressed and except for his pile of collage work, with absolutely no male clothes or items anywhere he could get them. Insisting that his separation from masculinity to the extent that even his house keys were to remain in her desk at work during the holiday period. "Total immersion in Mary for four weeks." was how Lynn described what she expected of him and Tom willingly agreed. The 10.30 train to Newcastle was packed and Tom was glad to be getting off after only two stops. He spotted Lynn the moment he got on to the platform and waked towards her. She grinned saying, "Have I got a treat for you! Come along now Mary." Walking briskly Lynn led him along the familiar street to the specialist shop and took him inside. Tom had never been in here before; he had walked past loads of times but never plucked up the courage to enter. To Tom's surprise the woman behind the counter greeted them warmly, asking Lynn if he was her nephew Mary? Lynn nodded and quickly explained that she had to get back to work before walking out of the shop. Telling him over her shoulder to meet her back at the station at 4pm. Tom felt his jaw drop in shock when Lynn left him alone in the shop. The woman locked the door behind her saying, "Don't worry Mary. Your Aunt explained everything to me. I am Karen by the way. My husband is a TV which is how I come to own a shop dedicated to them." Taking his hand she led him through the shop telling him. "This is her treat for you, she says you are going to be spending the whole holidays en- femme. Looking forward to it?" Handing him a robe she told him, "Now go and get undressed. Your Aunt says you shaved already and have a nice bikini line so we won't have to worry about that." As he undressed Karen continued to chatter with him about TV's, clothes, cosmetics and fashion. From the moment he left the changing room he felt like he was on a production line. She murmured her approval with his toenails as she prepared the nails for his fingertips. Once the nails were in place and drying Karen moved on to his hair, shaping it in to a more feminine style with a few scissors snips before washing it and rolling it in to tight curlers. She handed him a cup of tea and a copy of Marie Claire, put a hair dryer over his head and walked away. Having little else to do except sit there with the dryer whirring in his ears he sipped his tea and flicked though the magazine. Karen returned once to check his hair was drying properly but for about 40 minutes he was left alone with his tea and magazine feeling very feminine. Karen left his hair in the curlers once his hair was dry and started on his face. He was toned, moisturized and worked on until he felt like a model. Then with out any warning Karen produced a piercing gun and fixed two gold studs in each ear lobe, saying as she placed the last one. "They will be healed by the time you go back to College Mary. Your Aunt said you wanted them doing and told me they were to be a surprise," she smiled kindly. "Lets get you dressed. Gosh look at the time! We had better get a move on my dear, otherwise you will be late meeting your Aunt." Firmly she pushed him back on to a massage couch and carefully measured and marked his chest. Opening a box Karen removed a pair of very realistic false breasts, which after matching to the marks on his chest she carefully glued in to position. Telling him with a smile. "That's a lovely pair of 38c boobs you have there Mary." After waiting for a few minutes she handed him a flesh collared skin-tight padded girdle. "Slip these on dear and I will show you how to fit it all in." They were tight and without any embarrassment on her side Karen showed him how to slip his penis in to the sleeve in the crotch. The girdle held him back and up between his legs totally hiding all sign of his manhood. "You don't have to remove them for a pee." Karen reached between his legs and demonstrated. "Just undo the catches and sit down and have a pee like another girl. The rubber insert is washable and I have already given Lynn the spare. OK?" "Yes, I understand." Tom smiled looking down at his smooth crotch.. Tom almost fainted when he was laced in to the corset but he had to admit that when he saw his dressed reflection it was worth it! He felt the same about his hair when he saw what had been done to it. For one thing it was no longer brown nor was it the same shape. He now had what Karen called an Ash blond bob. "Suits you Mary," Karen commented handing him some jewelry to put on. Mary in her smart pencil skirt and blouse looked back at Tom from his reflection. "Wow! Karen this is good...What have you done?" What she had done was turn Tom from an untidy young man in to a busty blond professional looking young woman. Removing almost every trace of the original male and substituting him with this feminine creature that could never have been a bloke. Tom loved his new image even if he was not so sure about the connotations between his new bust and hair. "Like it then?" she laughed, "Here." Handing Tom the jacket to match the skirt, his usual high heels, his hang bag and an umbrella. "In there you will find your wallet, your make-up, a brush some tampon's and details of a bank account your aunt opened for you." She glanced at the clock and kissed him on the cheek. "You look lovely, so relax. First time out?" Mary nodded her face full of the excitement and embarrassment she was feeling. "Yes, sort of." "Well we had better get a move on, it's five to four." Tom felt a rush of pure terror when he first walked out on to the quite street, which quickly changed to exhilaration, when he realised that no one was paying him the slightest notice. He loved the way the boobs that Karen had fixed to his chest moved naturally and how the corset held his posture as he walked. Lynn was waiting with an expectant look on her face when they reached the station. Her smile of delight at Mary's appearance was one that Tom knew he would treasure. Lynn gave both of them a kiss and thanked Karen profusely before leading Mary up toward her work. "They all think you are my niece Mary, don't you dare let them find out different. Understand?" "Yes Lynn, I understand," Tom answered. "If they wonder why you are so dressy tell them that you were at a history seminar this morning. OK?" "Yes Lynn." "Good. Looking forward to your holidays Hon?" Lynn smiled. "I am. After all most women in my situation would love to have a live in housekeeper." "Mary the maid is too," Tom laughed. "Good," said Lynn firmly, "because her uniform is waiting for her." Before Tom could think of an answer Lynn led him in to her workplace and introduced him loudly as her niece Mary and into his new life. Lynn had taken a long time working out what she was going to do with Mary once she had her full time for the whole holiday. She knew that she had to keep Mary as busy as she could preferably on traditionally feminine tasks to accustom her to living as a female and more importantly to reduce the chance of Tom wanting to reappear. Therefore she had decided to overdose Mary to public exposure from the start so she took her shopping! Lynn loved to shop for clothes and she had made up her mind that Mary would too. Much to Tom's discomfort Lynn cheerfully introduced him to her work colleagues. His heart was beating like a drum and his face was blushing brightly as he was complemented on how pretty he was over and over again as he was led around the room. Lynn was delighted; he looked just like a shy first year girl all dressed up from her first real world seminar being introduced to a large group of strangers. Finally to Tom's relief she led him in to her office and told him pointedly that his stocking seams were not straight and that he should fix them now. Somewhat surprised by Lynn's sudden change in attitude Tom hurriedly complied with her instruction. Handing him a copy of Cosmopolitan with a smile once his seams were straight she told him to wait at her secretary's desk and vanished. Having little choice in the matter Tom again did as he was told and with out realising it he sat smoothing his skirt and crossing his leg's in that typically feminine movement. Until now Lynn had not been to sure about how far she could take Mary before Tom started to have second thoughts but having seen how he had coped with today she decided to throw caution to the wind and act on her desires. She left him sat in full view of the main office for nearly an hour enjoying the heady rush of power that ran through her every time she saw him demurely sat at her office door. Eventually finishing all her work she led him from the building and back on to the streets. For the next two hours Lynn led Mary from shop to shop introducing him to 'girl' shopping. They did not buy much but Mary collected a vast array of sample cosmetics, bought some very pretty underwear sets, the black leather mini skirt that he had always wanted and at Lynn's insistence a pair of high heel ankle boots. Tom felt like he was on cloud nine, his dreams had come true here he was as Mary sat in the middle of the shopping complex surrounded by his feminine purchases sipping diet coke through a straw just like a real girl. By the time they got home he was not so sure his heels were killing him and his corset felt like a vice. The walk to the train station, then having to stand for three stops on the packed swaying train followed by the walk from the train station home left him physically shattered in a way that he had never felt before. All he wanted was to collapse with a cup of tea and a joint in front of the telly. Lynn however had other plans and the moment they got home she said. "Go and put your new things away Mary and get changed in to your new uniform," she grinned with a naughty look on her face. "I want to see my maid." Her dark eyes narrowed and in a more calculated tone she continued. "When my maid is ready she will bring me a pot of tea in the lounge and then will make dinner. I have marked the page in Delia." She spun on her heel and walked away leaving Tom gobsmacked at the bottom of the stairs. Surprised once again by her sudden shift in mood he hobbled up the stairs and in to his room. Kicking off his heels with a sigh of pleasure Tom carefully removed his smart business like clothing. Hanging it all away tidily rather than leaving it on the floor like he did usually did. Before he turned to the box on the bed Tom walked over to the full-length mirror. For a moment he reveled in his reflection watching his now feminine hands trace the contours of his corseted body. He ran his hands behind his back trying to see them in the mirror so he could loosen the corset but it was hopeless the only way it was going to relax its grip on his waist was when Lynn freed it. With a shiver of anticipation Tom picked up the lid of the box on the bed and revealed his new maid's dress. Excitement replaced discomfort as he pulled the dress from the box and held it against him. "Wow!" He exclaimed looking at the short sleeved, narrow side split skirted black satin dress with crisp white lace collar and cuffs. Wasting no more time he quickly pulled the dress over his head and in to place hampered by his new nails and corset. Tom struggled with the back zip having to slowly work it in to place. When the zip was done up the dress fitted over his feminised body like a satin glove. Reverently Tom hung the matching white apron over his neck and fastened it behind his back with a big bow. Slipping his feet back in to his heels Tom turned back in the Mirror and studied his reflection commenting. "God Mary. You look like a tarts maid in that!" Then he giggled and said, "I love it!" The tight skirt even though it had the side split restricted his stride noticeably and when this restriction was combined with his painfully familiar heels caused him to clinging tightly to the banister as he hobbled down the stairs. Even with the discomfort his corset and shoes were causing him Tom was once again in heaven. Lynn had successfully realised two of his fantasies so far that day, going girl shopping and now here he was in a maid's uniform about to serve tea to his mistress. He giggled to him self and whispered, "With a curtsey." Somewhat unsteadily he held the tray in one hand as he knocked on the lounge door and entered saying with a broad grin. "Tea. Mistress." Lynn sat bolt upright and grinned as her eyes raced over his image. "I like that, Mary," she gloated. "Being Mistress, suit's me don't you think?" She stood and allowed the light dressing gown she was wearing to slide off her, revealing the black leather mini dress she had changed in to. Tom's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he breathlessly replied. "Oh! Yes Mistress." Lynn's dress was one that could never be worn in public; it did not aim to hide only to emphasise "And your pretty curtsey. I like that too. Although," she giggled, "I will have to teach you how to do it properly. Now pop my tea on the table and get on with dinner please Mary." She dismissed him with a wave of her hand. Enjoying her dominance over him, Tom said with another curtsey, "Yes Mistress." Lynn had picked her recipe well because forty-five minutes later her maid served her her dinner and it smelt lovely. "Come Mary," she patted the seat beside her. "Bring your dinner in here and eat with me. We have a lot to discuss I think." The expression on Tom's well made up face was obvious. He was totally smitten with her appearance and she felt a warm glow in side her belly as she saw the effect that she had on him. While Tom had been cooking dinner Lynn had finally succumbed to her desire to try the 'dominant' look. She had redone her own makeup dramatically, scraped her dark brown hair back in to a severe pony tail and zipped her legs in to a pair of thigh length black stiletto boots. To Tom -Lynn knew she looked like someone from a transvestite story. Tottering on his heels as he tried to turn and curtsey at the same time Tom quickly obeyed her instruction unaware of the effect that the skirt and heels had upon walk. Lynn savoured the sight of his sexy bum swaying from side to side under the tight satin skirt. She had expected the sight of her own transvestite maid to excite her, but the intensity of having the real thing sat beside her over dinner shocked her! They had a companionable dinner over which Lynn quizzed Mary on how she had found her day and if she had enjoyed herself? Tom excitedly told her everything giggling about how horrified he had been when she had left him in the shop. Moaned delightedly about his corset and heels admitting to her that he had a love hate relationship with the things. He loved how they made him look and feel, and hated the discomfort. Then he grinned and laughed, "But it's worth it to look like this!" Even though she told Mary not to worry about the washing up for tonight Mary insisted on clearing the table before she would join Lynn in the lounge. "After all Mistress," she impishly said, "The wine bottle is empty." Lynn laughed and stood being very careful to avoid wobbling on the unfamiliar heels. She also felt like she was in heaven. Lynn loved how the tarty clothing made her feel. With a sexy smile she blew a kiss at her feminised maid. "What a good girl you are Mary. Hurry back I want to hear the rest of your first day as a girl." The level of sexual tension built up inside her as Mary chattered away until Lynn could stand it no more and lent over and kissed her in mid sentence. For a split second Tom went rigid with shock then he melted in to her arms. Tom felt his penis stiffen inside his padded girdle but the firm material of the girdle refused to give and a wave of sexual excitement hit his brain. The sensation of restricted erection was overwhelming and for a moment he thought he was going to come in his girdle. "So!" Lynn whispered, as their lips broke apart. "What now Mary the maid?" Mary's eyes were still glazed over and her tone was full of servile lust as she whispered, "Whatever you desire Mistress." Lynn giggled and asked, "Whatever?" "To feel like that again Mistress? Anything," Mary whispered, "I'll be your slave if you want." Then she blushed brightly and hung her head. "I. I think I love you Mistress." "Thank you Mary I love you too." Lynn lifted Mary's head and looked her in the eye. "I don't want you to be my slave Mary. That scenario doesn't do it for me, no Hon I want you to be my maid and ?" And once again Lynn kissed her maid a long lingering kiss. Breathing in to Mary's prettily decorated ear. "In my bed!" Tom was almost catatonic with pleasure; every sense he had available to him was in overload. Lynn hands had roamed his body teasing as she admired his curves sending electric pulses though his body. Unable to resist Tom started to explore Lynn's body repeating the pattern of movements that Lynn had used on him. Lynn fell back on to the settee pulling Tom on to his knees on the floor between her legs. His long nailed fingertips automatically caressed her booted legs and stocking tops. Tom could feel the shudders running through her body and wondered if he could use his mouth as well? With a sudden grunt of pleasure Lynn lent forward grabbing his newly dyed hair and yanked his head between her legs calling out. "Face fuck me Mary. Face fuck me!" Needing no second invitation Tom buried his face in her crotch and began licking and kissing at the thin material of her panties. Her scent combined with the leather of her dress excited him in away that he had not felt before then the crotch-less panties parted and his tongue penetrated her sex. Lynn was moaning and bucking on the settee grinding her pussy in to his face. Her hands were still locked in to his hair as she firmly held him in place muttering and panting incoherently. Then with a sudden high pitched cry she came her juices poring in to Tom's eager mouth as she fell back on to the settee. This time there was no chance of controlling the rush that Tom felt as he came without erection or external ejaculation. "Thank you Mary that was wonderful," Lynn eventually gasped. She could see the loving expression on his face in his breathless voice as he whispered, "My pleasure Mistress. Thank you." After about ten minutes the wave of sexual relief ebbed and they looked at each other and giggled. Lynn regained speech first and said teasingly. "What have you been doing maid? Your makeup is a disgrace." Mary giggled and whispered tenderly, "Look who's talking Mistress?" Then in an almost smooth movement she stood and looked down on Lynn saying with a curtsey. "I will fix it now Mistress," adding lightly as she moved away. "I think you need a cup of tea Mistress, may I join you?" Lynn waved her hand languidly and nodded she could feel the days exertions and excitements draining from her in the post orgasmic rush of endorphins. By the end of Mary's first full week of life Tom had almost forgotten that he was in reality Tom not Mary. It no longer seemed strange to be called Mary or to being cross-dressed in public. Lynn studied her prot?g?'s development, mercilessly pointing out any appearance of masculinity in his behaviour. Occasionally she had even gone to far and reduced him to tears but she had not had to chide him again about the same mistake. One delicious moment for her had been when Mary had met Mike. Mary had nearly wet herself when Mike's boisterous voice had boomed behind them. "Hi ya Lynn who's your friend?" Quite calmly Lynn had replied, "Hello Mike this is my niece Mary who is staying over Christmas." He smiled at Mary boyishly and said holding out his hand. "Hello Mary. I live next door. Nice to meet you." Having little option Tom took his hand and limply shook it whispering. "Hello," half expecting Mike to recognise his voice. Hating how Mike was giving him the eyeball as if he was a piece of meat on display. Lynn jumped in and saved the day explaining. "Mary cannot talk much at the moment, she's getting over a bad dose of laryngitis." Mike who had not reacted in any way to indicate that he had recognised Tom said, "Oh I am sorry to hear that Mary." One thing that Tom did notice straight away was that Mike was going to give him the patter sooner or later. He had seen him pull out his boyish charm too many times in the past not to recognise the build up. Changing the subject Lynn said, "What are you still doing here Mike I thought you had already gone home?" He laughed, "Unlike Tom and Bob I had a tutorial today." "Here it comes," Tom thought. Mike realising how close they now were to home, said cheekily. "Fancy coming down to the pub for a beer later?" He winked mischievously. "I could use the company. It's a bit lonely with Tom and Bob gone and anyway its not often I get a chance to ask two pretty girls out together." "Bullshit!" thought Tom trying to keep his face straight. He had met the procession of good-looking women who had been through Mike's bed, usually in the kitchen the morning after! Strangely Tom could now see what they saw in Mike though. He really did have the gift of the gab and he was, Tom admitted, very good-looking in a scruffy arty way. "Charmer," Lynn smiled. "We would love to, but Mary's not allowed to drink and I need an early night, perhaps after Christmas if you are back before term starts." He smiled and Tom recognised the look in his eyes. "Oh shit!" "It's a date. I am back on the sixteenth." "That's the day before you go back to Uni isn't it Mary?" Tom nodded and smiled girlishly lowering his eyes. Lynn could not believe just how convincing Mary had become and felt that warmth beginning to fill in belly as she enjoyed Mary having to deal with a very polite but determined chat up from Mike. Not that Mary could say a lot about it without giving her self away. Lynn was ecstatic about how well Mary had handled the situation and was delighted to find out that Mary was as stimulated as she was. The pattern was set. Lynn had her way with Mary whenever she felt like it and Mary just loved it. Her house had never been kept so clean. Mary delighted in the domestic side of her life, she even liked ironing! An activity that had been totally alien to Tom only five weeks earlier! Tom was on a constant high, getting a buzz out of being attractive for her lover even when she was not there. Once Lynn was sure Mary had adapted to her new existence she suggested that Mary should do some temping at her office. After thinking over the idea Mary agreed and was soon learning the ins and outs of a busy legal practice's archive. The work was not that different from what Tom had to do researching for his dissertation only instead of working from books and computer records he was dealing with real legal documents, ribbons and all! Most of all he liked his work clothes and took great pleasure in catching his reflection as he tip tapped past any reflective surface. Yet another of his feminine fantasies was accomplished when he spent his first day working as an office girl. To his delight Lynn had to take him shopping for another skirt suit and blouse so that on his first day he would not have to wear what he had been wearing the day of his change. He was beginning to see why women enjoyed shopping for clothes so much. It was fun! Mary really enjoyed her day. The other office girls were very friendly and none of them thought he was not what she appeared to be. Best of all he found out that he was getting very well paid even though all he did with most of his earnings was repay Lynn (over her objections) for the clothes and things she had bought Mary. The original two days became four, then Mary was asked to come in for the whole of the pre Christmas week. The day before Christmas Eve the whole office was going out for dinner, an experience Tom was to enjoy immensely. That afternoon however when Mary had to take some files to Mr. Parker the big boss he was flabbergasted when Mr. Parker had offered him a job after he graduated. Caught by surprise Mary had made a total fool out of her self in front of him by blushing like a beetroot and waving his jaw up and down silently. Mr Parker patted Mary on the shoulder with a contented smile on his face adding, "I mean it Mary. When you graduate I would like to see you come here full time. Ask your aunt. I look for talent and you my dear have it. You have the makings of a fine office manager cum PA and being quite honest." He smiled his face saying; after all I am a barrister! "I only had you here because everyone was moaning about the archive and Lynn said you were available and knew something about file structuring. I half expected some shaven headed, pierced student and instead got you Little Miss Shy. Only Miss Shy comes in and sorts out the archive in two days. And then runs round for anyone who need's something done while keeping the archive to the point that even I can find what I want!" He laughed and then commented with a fatherly smile. "I have a daughter about your age at university." Relieved to change the subject Mary asked, "What is she studying?" Comically grimacing he rolled his eyes. "Environmental sciences and direct action protesting. Unfortunately she's one of the shaven headed, holes everywhere type. Kathy is spending her Christmas in a tree protesting about a Motorway." Still blushing Mary smiled sweetly saying, "I know the type. You should see my friend Mandy." His phone rang and with a smile he waved her away adding. "Consider my offer will you? Seriously I mean it." "I will Mr. Parker. Thank you." Lynn had laughed when she found out telling him that Philip Parker liked 'office decoration' and teased him saying that Philip Parker only ever picked pretty female staff. Then she admitted that he had been very impressed when he had found all the papers he had needed in his tray when he needed them. Tom wished he could take up the offer because if you did not want to teach, there was very little chance of him getting a graduate job, which he wanted to do on a History BA. "Still," she noted obviously pleased, "It does mean that you can come in over Easter and then if you wish you can go full time as Mary after you graduate. C'mon, let's get ready for the meal." With his mind whirling with possibilities, he had never seriously considered actually crossing the gender divide full time because of the likelihood that he would have to teach at some time in the future. Mary followed Lynn in to her office and working totally on autopilot changed in to the sleeveless high collar little black dress that Lynn had convinced him to buy to wear at the dinner. Even though his mind was distracted Tom was still able to adjust his makeup into a more evening look with out any cock-up's. For Christmas Lynn bought him some very sexy lingerie, some Chanel perfume and some mild hormonal skin care products. Receiving in return some of the Calvin Kline perfume she preferred, a lovely pair of earrings and a dress that made her look and feel very dominant. On Christmas Day she felt like a queen waited upon hand and foot by her very loving maid. She often considered using the dildo on him but could never quite pluck up the courage to show him it. The one thing she really wanted to do was take Mary to an Ann Summer's party but unfortunately she was unable to organise it as a way of broaching the subject. She knew from her early forays into transvestite fiction and fact that the practice was common but was never able to get past her embarrassment. Towards the end of the holiday period Tom began to realise that it would soon end and he would have to go back to being himself. The thought of it depressed him he really enjoyed living with Lynn, the pleasure he found in just living his life in the feminine role was more than worth the effort he had to put it. Unlike a real girl he had to use a corset to pull his waist in, wear make up and heels just to pass as Mary in public. He sometimes really envied Lynn's ability to get up and just go. Usually it was on a Saturday and Sunday morning's Lynn was ready in twenty minutes while he was still in the bathroom getting ready! The whole prospect of returning to male life upset him and even though he knew he would be spending what little spare time he had as Mary, the pressure of his final work term was going to be very heavy. Lynn was also worried because she thought that he was not going to be able to just change back to Tom straight away. His hair would have to be re-dyed back to the mousy brown and he would have to get used to not viewing the world from the feminine position. Yet to both their surprise Tom was able to return to his old life quite easily. He had gone in to work with Lynn and spent most of the morning sorting files in the law office archive. At lunchtime Mary had slipped in to Karen's shop and two hours later Tom walked back out feeling very uncomfortable in his jeans and plaid shirt. Wishing he were coming back to the office, he shouldered his rucksack and caught the train home. Mike had been expected two days previously but had not arrived so Tom was able to spend the evening getting used to being himself again. Karen had cut his hair slightly telling him that should anyone ask to tell them he had to have it tidied up for his Christmas job. By the time the boys did get home he had returned to his old self and was sitting in front of the telly watching Manchester City thrashing United, swilling a can of cheap strong lager and calling the referee a wanker when United pulled one back! Neither Bob nor Mike noticed any thing different about him and once he had got them pissed things quickly settled back to normal. Very quickly his Christmas adventure faded in to his memory sometimes it felt to Tom that it had happened to someone else. As his workload slowly built his chances to dress with Lynn started to slip from 3 nights a week to just the Saturday night. Lynn knew the pain that this was causing him but encouraged him to concentrate on his studies and get a good degree. She did not mention anything about Philip Parker's job offer except to ask him if Mary wanted to do a week over Easter. Pointing out quite firmly that the change from studying would do her niece the world of good. Even though she did not talk to Mary about the subject she spent a morning at work looking up the legal requirements for making such a change as well as reading anything on the subject as she could find in the library from autobiographies to heavy psychological research. Without realising what she was doing she prepared her case for the discussion that they were going to have during Mary's Easter visit The question was not far from Tom's mind either. Having tasted the other side he wanted more. He appreciated the ability to get up and go in five minutes flat and having a pee standing up, but the uncomfortable clothing and general lack of 'fun' depressed him. He missed being Mary! His social life started to fade owing to the increased workload and that he no longer enjoyed going out as Tom. When he was not studying he thought only of being Mary. Often finding him self during group tutorials getting extremely jealous of the girls on his course, longing to swap lives with one of them. By the mid of February Lynn started to get worried about him she recognised from experience the symptoms of excessive stress but was at a loss about what she could do to help him. He had to graduate to get Mary's job and that meant he had to study. The only time she saw him happy, he was she! Even then his eyes were full of fatigue and unrelieved emotional distress. Feeling very cruel she forced her worries aside and kept a smile on her face as she scolded Mary for not taking enough exercise and eating too much junk food. She would have been surprised to find that her scolding's actually made Tom feel better because she only talked to him like that when he was Mary! To ensure that he did take some exercise Lynn took up jogging herself making sure that Bob and Mike saw her once or twice before she went next door. "Hi Bob," she said cheerfully, "Is Tom in?" She was delighted to notice the effect that her skin-tight Ron Hill's and sweatshirt had on him. His eyes were wide and the roll up cigarette he had in his hand halted half way to his mouth. He nodded open mouthed before tearing his eyes from her bellowed up the stairs. "Tom! Lynn from next door wants a word." From upstairs she could hear the Canadian rock band he liked playing and then his head appeared over the banister rail. "Hi ya Lynn." With a wink she grinned up at him. "I got followed out jogging yesterday and I wondered if you would come with me?" She noticed the roll up now in Bob's mouth fall out in surprise at her request as Tom eyes went wide in terror. "You all right?" he asked. Lynn laughed, "Wouldn't be here otherwise. Coming?" He nodded, "Can you give me five minutes I will have to get changed?" "Sure. Bang on my door when you are ready OK?" Tom nodded and vanished seconds later the music stopped and she could hear him blundering around upstairs. Twenty minutes later Lynn was calling herself every name under the sun as she panted along beside Tom heading back towards the houses, she had not realised just how much physically fitter than she he was. Breathlessly Lynn managed to keep pace with him and arrange to make these jog's a regular thing. When they finally slowed to a brisk walk about half a mile from home she asked him through her wheezing. "Why are you still so fit?" "Me?" He looked at her confused. "I haven't been this unfit since I was at school. My stamina is fucked at the moment. Too much time sat on my bum in front of my PC." Feeling very put down Lynn replied. "Oh?" Then added with a red-faced smile. "Friday? My house Mary?" His eyes lit up. "Yes please Lynn." As the term slowly passed Tom's emotional condition continued to slide towards a deep depression. The regular jogging had done both of them good physically and helped Tom to stay sane but Lynn knew drastic measures were going to be needed to pull him out of it so that she could have her girlfriend back. She planned what she was going to do with care. The hardest thing was to find out when he had his last tutorial of the term. In the end, having no option but to phone the college and ask, she introduced herself as Tom's girlfriend and explained that she wanted to book a surprise mid week break. The office put her straight through to his tutor. Lynn again introduced herself explaining why she was calling. "What a good idea! On the 14th of March," Tom's tutor immediately told her. Then said that he was also concerned about Tom's state of mind having noticed his mounting distress. He then asked if Tom had suffered some family trauma because he did not want to see one of his star students not get the degree they deserved. "Oh no!" said Lynn, "Nothing like that, thank god." "Good. I wonder what it can be then? It is obviously something serious to Tom, because he already knows he has passed on his course work, even if he failed one exam he would still pass because of the moderation on his course papers." Lynn knew exactly what the problem was and considered telling him, he sounded so caring and understanding. "You obviously have some idea's on the subject otherwise you would not be going to all this trouble. Would you like to come in discuss them privately some time?" Before she knew it Lynn blurted out, "I would but I work in Newcastle?" "That's OK I work at the University all day Thursday and Friday mornings. How about Friday lunch time?" Lynn hummed and harred about it for a moment and then said. "How confidential is this?" "Totally if you want." "Yes," Lynn snorted. "He would kill me if he knew I was going to talk to you about him. Where?" "My tutor room if you wish. Room 221 in the admin, building do you know where that is?" "I did a few courses for work at the Uni, so I will find it 1.30 OK?" Lynn put the phone down and shook her head. What had she just done? Blissfully unaware of what was going on, Tom knocked on Dr Davis's door and walked in clutching his completed research project, and looking tired and drawn. He slumped in to the chair and plonked his file on the desk saying in a relieved tone. "There it is Doc. all done and dusted. Thank Christ!" Peter Davis looked at Tom carefully watching for any obvious signs but all he saw was the same scruffy looking student he had been teaching for three years. Peter noticed he had lost some weight since he had started at University and that his nails were no longer chewed at the ends and were clean. He still looked like an extra from a 70's hippy/biker movie. The tutorial turned out to be the most animated Peter had seen Tom in a while and decided that it must have been the stress of work that was at the root of Tom's problems. The research project combined with the revision need for final exams was recognised as being hard on the students and the College was considering changing the due in date for the research to the end of the Christmas term. Pleased that Tom now had no more assessed work to hand in Peter was certain that he would do well and told him so. Which put Tom on a high, as he had been certain he was going to have to make major changes to his project. Lynn spent Friday morning in a mental spin. "How the hell could she explain this one?" By the time she was knocking on Peter Davis's door she was nearly wetting herself! Peter Davis got a shock. He had been expecting a girl of Tom's age and in walked a 35-year-old very attractive businesswoman who held out her hand and said. "Hello. I am Lynn Write." Taken aback Peter first though was as he took her hand. "The lucky young sod!" "I am here about Tom." "Yes. Hello I am Peter Davis Have a seat. Tea coffee?" "Please. Tea no milk or sugar thanks." She replied smiling to cover her nerves. "Jesus!" Peter thought at the sight of her smile. "She's soddin' gorgeous." He explained that he had seen Tom and was almost certain that work had been at the root of the problem. Telling Lynn that the final year of any degree was hard but in History there was an above average leve