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This was the first story I ever finished, and I would not have done it with out Bea's help and encouragement. Thanks Bea I owe you one! Mikes Run - By Trish Shaw December 99 Horrified, I look at you sitting down in the chair in front of me. You look back at me in amazement, recognising me instantly. "What the hell," you ask, shocked. "Happened to you?" Slowly at first I start to tell my story starting at the very beginning. Hesitating often. You gently encourage me to tell you everything. My voice sounds thin and unsteady as I whisper in my lisping girlish tones. ......... "I can still smell the scent of the campfires when I think back to the night it all began." It was either very early or very late depending on which way you looked at it but dawn was just starting to appear on the eastern horizon. I was wandering around the camping fields happily pissed and somewhat stoned. I was still on a big high from us pulling the rally off again, and was enjoying the crack with those rallyists who had not already passed out or crashed out. The matte black transit van cruised on to the campsite from the main show field, close to where I was stood chatting. The side door was open and I recognised the driver as one of the local 'Outlaw' club, a psycho named Blubber who acted as the sergeant at arms and broke heads for the club. From my position I was able to see everything when the shooting started, I could clearly see the ribbon of fire that came out from within the van as it passed by the small group of tents set apart from the main camping area. I stood there agog as the van came screaming back past me and out on to the main road. I don't remember running down to the shot up tents or recall screaming in to my radio. "Jesus Christ...fuck...shooting on campsite ONE, first aid to campsite ONE, call a fuckin' ambulance now!" The only reason why I know I did, is because the police had been recording all our radio traffic and played it back to me later. By the time the police arrived I was incoherent and being a fool I gave them a statement. My mate Ken just stood there in amazement as I named Blubber as the van driver. It was only later after the police got what they wanted did it occur to me that the club would almost certainly try to kill me. I had given evidence against a club member! I was scared at first, but while the police were protecting me during the court case it was not so bad. Except for some visual intimidation I didn't have that much trouble from the club. However, on the day when Blubber and a prospect called Nobby were found guilty, my flat was fire bombed. Petrol through the letterbox - the clubs calling card. Of course now that the case was concluded the police were neither use nor ornament. I was well enough known on the political Biker scene to know that I had to drop out totally for a while. Telling no one what I had planned not even the police protection officers who were supposed to check in with me every week, I got started on doing a disappearing act. What I was relying on was that when the club chased up my background they would find out where my family was and that I had had next to no contact with them, since I had left home under a cloud. I was hoping that they would then concentrate their effort's looking for me in the biker circles I frequented. What they could not know was that I had an old close friend, Cathy, who had lived next door when I was young. As children we were best of friends even though she was two years older than me. When she first admitted that she felt she might be gay at Polytechnic I was the person who she came home to talk with, we were that close. I hadn't seen much of her over the last year or two since she now was a successful software designer and lived way up north near Hadrian's Wall. Without thinking I had talked to her on the phone the day after the shooting. On explaining the worst possible outcome she straightaway had offered me a hiding place. Then she advised me not to let any one else know about her, something I had not intended to do anyway. She was to be my hidey-hole. My route took me up the motorway network and I was some two hundred miles from home when I stopped at a service station and called her. "Cath? It's me Mike. I guess you saw the news last night?" "Yup." She replied. "The Police?" I laughed harshly at that. "My flat got firebombed." "Oh god!" I could hear the shock in her voice. "When will you be here?" "Two or three hours I guess." "Good. I will open the gate and garage so you can ride straight in. Thank god the neighbours are on holiday, so no one will be able to see you stop here. You had better come over the moors though, there are a lot of biker's round here." Her tone changed adding. "I think some of them know you." I had not considered that and from my silence Cath realised it but continued more brightly. "But I know I can disguise you no problem. Your hair's still long isn't it?" "Yes. I suppose I will have to get it cut." I harumphed. "Not necessarily, I have an idea to talk over with you when you get here. Now get a move on I'll expect you about three-ish. Take care and don't do any thing silly." "Yes mum!" I filled up the bike's tank and headed on up the M6 coming off at Penrith. Taking the Alston road I thrashed my bike along one of the best motorcycle roads in the country. I knew that this was probably going to be the last time that I could really push my self on my bike and I went very silly. Perhaps I was subconsciously throwing my fate in to the lap of the gods at 90mph on a road that has a frightening mortality rate for motorcyclists. I knew full well that my best chance of success in avoiding the club meant that I would have to have no involvement with bikers or the bikes that had been my life since I was sixteen. It was not surprising then that I resented having to calm down when I crossed the A69 and went up on to the narrow twisty moorland road that led to Hardale and Cath's house. As she had said, the gate and garage doors were open and I was able to ride straight in and park the bike away from any curious eyes. The connecting door flew open with a loud bang that I could hear though my crash helmet and earplugs. Typically hyperactive Cath came charging towards me. Roughly she pulled me in to a big hug totally ignoring that I still had on my lid and leathers. Finally she pulled away from me and allowed me to remove my damp and smelly riding gear. "Jesus. Mike you look like a mess!" Her eyes softened and she hugged me again. For the first time in nearly a year I felt some of my fear and tension start to slide away. "God!" She theatrically pinched her nose. "You pong, Why don't you go and have a bath? I will bring you a brew and a bifty up." Surprised I looked at her, "You don't smoke?" She winked, "Don't I?" With a beaming smile she pointed her finger upwards and said. "Bath now please. You really do smell." Ten minutes later I was laid out in Cath's very plush large bath. Wallowing in hot water made bubbly with Radox salts, feeling the aches and pains of over four hundred miles of high-speed riding slipping away. I was almost asleep when Cath bustled in clutching two mugs of tea in her hands. Thrusting one at me she smiled around the joint and flopped on to the loo commenting. "Be blowed if I am going to try to talk though the door!" We chatted about nothing of consequence as we drank our tea and smoked the joint, just family stuff and mutual friends reacquainting our friendship as if my sudden visit was completely normal. Suddenly she stood up and started to examine my hair, offering to wash it for me. I shrugged, accepting. Shortly, the soothing action of her hands on my scalp had me half-dozing. "Oy! No sleeping in the bath." Cath called then, commenting on my hair. "It needs a good trim Mike. I can do that for you later if you want. Now out of the bath and into bed for a few hours!" I was out for a good while because it was just starting to go dark when I awoke. As I lay there I noticed that the room was getting lighter not darker and that it was morning not evening. I lay there dozing until my watch started bleeping at me. Automatically I lurched out of bed and started to look for my clothes. Eventually finding a note addressed to me sat on top of a pair of jogging bottoms and tee shirt. "Morning! - Hope you slept well, you looked so peaceful when I looked in. I have to be at work for eight today and will be home for three thirty, four o'clock. Keep your head down and stay in. I have bunged all your clothes in the washer so here are some, which should fit you. Luv Cath. PS Put the dinner in at 3pm please. It's in the fridge 130 C." Once dressed I stumbled down to the kitchen and made my self-a mug of tea, having nothing else to do I cleaned the kitchen, and bathroom before sitting my self down in a comfy chair with yesterdays paper and a book. By three I was bored so when I went to put the casserole in the oven I also had a root in her fridge. By the time she got home I was just cleaning up after making a tossed salad and some coleslaw. She collapsed in to a chair in the kitchen and nodded her thanks as I handed her a cuppa. "God what a day!" She muttered. "Thanks Mike." After a moment she looked round the kitchen and smiled. "You did the kitchen!" Then she looked at me and nodded. "Your hairs a mess and you need a shave, but I think it might work." "What might?" I asked. Totally ignoring my question she asked in a worried tone. "Have you been out?" "No." "That's good I was taking to one of the technicians you see. He's a biker, he knows all about you, who you are and what you did. I think he admires your balls." She gave me a big friendly smile. "I did not realise just how serious your situation was. And!" She held up her hand as I tried to comment. "I want you to know just how proud of you I am." I just grinned weakly and said. "Well I knew what could happen I suppose." She kissed me and said. "Well I am. But I want to dye your hair because it's a big give away." She grinned suddenly looking like the mischievous tomboy teenager she used to be. "They'll never figure out the disguise I have in mind." "What disguise?" She giggled. "The same one you used to play football for us when I was a student, for the Poly-ladies team." "It would never work!" I spluttered, all of a sudden realising what her comments had been all about. "'Course it would! It did then. You know you make a convincing woman! You fooled them all that night." "That was five years ago Cath." "So, you are only twenty-four now and I doubt you have had a razor on your face more times than I have fingers." "Well yes... But?" I replied wide-eyed in shock at her audacious plan. "No buts. If they know as much about you as I think they do, then sooner or later they will find me. If they see any sign of you then? We're both fucked!" I knew she was right and my being there had put her in as much danger as I was already in. Having little option I nodded my agreement to her scheme while she continued. "But when they do come around, all they will see is me and my pretty housekeeper. Asking the folks in the village will just reinforce that, because down there they all think, quite rightly, that I am a lesbian. Anybody looking for you will take you as my girlfriend, and then they won't bother us. Its perfect!" I could see the sense in her plan but my doubts were written all over my face. "Look Mike how about having a try tonight and see what you look like. You will only have to pass from a distance at first. If it's a no hoper then at least we tried. Anyway?" She giggled. "It'll be fun. I'll start on your hair now. Then after dinner, some wine and a joint or two, we can play dress up all night." "Sounds fun," I laughed swept up with her good humour. Cath was right. It did turn out to be fun. Right after she had lightened my hair, we had dinner. At first I felt stupid sitting eating dinner with rollers in my now blond hair, but that initial embarrassment soon left me. By the time she produced a vast collection of what she called. "Things I don't wear any more." By now I was off my head and enjoying myself too much to suffer from any great embarrassment or discomfort. We were both a bit pissed and as the evening progressed we worked our way though all of the clothes that would fit me. Eventually she decided on what I was to wear and handed me the selection. I quickly dressed in the pale blue matching panties and bra, filling the cups with water filled balloons. Then came a pair of tights, purple 'hippie' skirt, and a black Fruit of the Loom sleeveless polo necked top. She was stumped for my feet. None of her size six shoes or boots would fit my size eight and had to settle on my hi-tech Jesus boots. The sense of foolishness returned when I saw my reflection, but by now the alcohol had lowered most of my inhibitions and I sat without protesting as Cath drunkenly made up my face and brushed out my hair. "What 'cha think Sis?" She slurred slightly as she spoke. "Bloody hell, I could fancy myself!" I answered realising that I didn't look that bad. The alcohol and pot soon had me aware of the fatigue I was feeling. Cath saw this and grinned at me. "Night Sis." Her eyes were bright with possibilities as she examined how I looked. "I'm going to log on for a while. I have a few things to look at." I soon dozed off vaguely aware of her presence in the next room because of the CD she was playing on her computer as she surfed. The haunting traditional Irish melodies eventually lulled me in to a deep and very restful sleep. The next morning I got up with a stinking hangover and staggered down to the kitchen looking for a mug of tea. Beside the kettle was a note, which I ignored until after aspirin and caffeine. Feeling the headache recede I started on my second mug and read Cath's note. "Morning. Thank god it's Friday!!!! Hope you feel as bad as I do! Last night you promised to shave your legs and armpits today. I forgot to tell you to use lots of moisturiser afterwards. I will get you some properly fitting clothes today. Put on what you had on last night for now. You will have to anyway, as I have already shoved all your dry clothes in the attic. Any chance of you disguising your bike some - 'coz it's a bit obvious if any one looks in there? See you, luv. Cath PS don't forget to do your chest as well, if you have any hair there!" I vaguely remembered something about shaving from the previous night but I had thought she was talking about my face. Following her instructions I headed for the bathroom and started to shave. It took forever and used up five or six razors but by the time I was finished I was pretty much hairless from the neck down. As I slapped the moisturiser on to my legs I marveled over how smooth and sensitive my skin felt. Eventually I got dressed in the jogging bottoms and tee shirt I had worn the previous day and tidied up the empty bottles and clothes that were scattered all over the front room. Over my lunch I considered my bike. How to disguise it? I eventually came to the reluctant conclusion that I had to strip it and pack it away. No sooner had I started than Cath phoned to check that I was up and still agreeing to try her disguise for a month. I told her yes, that I was fine about her plan and would try it. - I wasn't the whole Idea was a little scary and well wrong feeling, but there was no way I was going to admit that to Cath! Putting such worries aside I got stuck in to my bike, thinking about perhaps a restoration project? Working quickly I soon had the bike stripped until all I was left with was the engine sitting in the frame on the garage floor. The bike, which was my pride and joy, was now looking very strange and forlorn with its front end missing, all the bodywork removed and no wheels. I packed all the parts I had removed into some cardboard boxes and placed the lot in the small attic above the garage. Throwing a dust cover over the only visible part left, I went to get cleaned up because I had got oil and bike grime on the jogging bottoms and tee shirt. After a quick shower feeling very foolish and embarrassed I changed back in to the blouse, skirt and undies Cath had lent me the previous evening. Something that I knew Cath had wanted me to do that morning. My mind was still full of mad thoughts as I prepared some dinner for Cath and my self. Losing my troubles by concentrating on what I was doing. I need not have rushed because Cath did not get home until after seven o'clock. She had been shopping and had a huge collection of pretty boxes and branded shopping bags the contents of which were destined to be my new wardrobe and life! She must have spent a fortune! Giggling and well pleased with herself she spread the contents all over the front room. I guessed that she had just bought me every thing she could think of. Chattering on delightedly she showed me all the pretty bra's, knickers, shoes, boots, skirts, tights and things I did not even recognise. Ashen faced I sat looking at her in a state of shock. "Cath!" I exclaimed when she emptied the last bag. "What happened? You must have spent a fortune." She grinned and nodded. "I did. It was fun. You know how much I love shopping. Anyway don't worry about it. I can afford it." Smiling she walked towards me. "Now what's for tea and how long is it going to be?" "Lamb chops with something potato's, mushy peas and gravy. About twenty minutes," I replied still looking at the vast array of feminine items that she had bought that day. "Great, I'm going for a shower and to get changed." She called back to me, giggling from the stairs. "Pop my apron on as well, will you? It's behind the door. Fat's a bugger to get out of that skirt." Not wanting to have to answer for that! I quickly donned the crisp white apron. Guessing correctly that it was usually little more than a kitchen ornament for Cath. Straight after I had cleared up after tea she had me strip down to my panties so she could carefully examine my body shape. Passing approving comment on my now smooth shaven skin she quickly sized up my problem. "Your waist needs to come in and your arse needs to come out. You're on a diet from now on. Your legs are too muscular, so no more running; I will get us a dance aerobics tape or some thing. OK then..." She stuck out her tongue comically and her eyes went out of focus as she considered her options. I have always enjoyed watching Cath think. You can almost see the ideas flying over her features. Cath's facial expression was one I recognised - when we were kids it usually heralded me getting in to trouble. Triumphantly she snorted. "Got it! OK then, your waist is easy enough I will get you a corset or something similar. Some form of padded girdle will fill out your arse easy enough for tight skirts and looser ones can be cut full. Just put a short frilly petticoat on underneath and who will ever know. Perhaps I can even get a combined corset and girdle," she giggled delighted. "Your hair I'll cut tonight and when you get a bit less self conscious about looking like a girl. I will get Wendy to do it properly when she does mine. Boobs! Now there's a kicker! All I could get were some latex covered breast forms and they have no life so won't look very natural when you move. I will have a look on the 'net later." She stood and turned grabbing a bottle of red from the rack saying, "Ready?" I nodded whispering, "When you are." Firmly she took my hand and led me back in to the kitchen. Sitting me on a chair she lent me back over the sink and quickly washed and conditioned my hair. Snipping a pair of scissors in front of my face she carefully gave me a fringe. Commenting cheerfully, "I'll pluck your eyebrows once I've done your hair." It did not take her very long before she once again had my head covered with her rollers. Then she let loose a sadistic chuckle, clicking her tweezers. "You will love this!" As I had expected I did not. It hurt! Cath enjoyed it though, condescendingly saying. "What are you complaining about? Most women go through this regularly. Now stop squealing and carrying on like a little girl." I tried but continued to wince and say, 'Shit! Ouch!' a lot. When she had finished torturing me with her tweezers she grabbed my right ear. Before I could say or do anything she quickly pierced my ear lobe twice to match my already pierced left. With the deed done I saw little point in complaining and allowed her to put the sleepers in to the newly pierced holes. My only query being if the needle was sterile? A question that she considered too stupid to answer and instead pulled me firmly back in to the lounge with a strange look burning in her eyes. "What to try first?" she giggled. "Now I know you will look kind of odd until we get your body shape right, however I think I can make you reasonably passable first time. Shall we try?" I was feeling cold from the kitchen and said with a mock shiver. "Yes get a bloody move on will you. I am freezing!" Picking up a shocking pink silky body she grinned mischievously at me. "Here we go then, slip this body on please." I did so and found out that it was a tight bugger to get on and therefore pulled my waist in slightly. In addition the padded bra cups instantly gave me an instant feminine bust and to match my almost curvy waist. Cath, who had watched my performance silently, except to giggle as I was trying to get the body straight over my chest, said between her fits. "I didn't think that would pull your waist in enough! But the colour suits you. Here," she held out a pair of flesh-coloured briefs, "Put these on, then fasten the catches on the body, they will be very tight," she laughed crudely, "They have to be to hide your knob away under your skirt." She kissed me lightly adding, "Because you're definitely going to be no trousers girl!" She was right again. The briefs were tight but once they were in place my pubic area lost its distinctive male lunchbox bulge. About my now slightly pulled in waist Cath fastened a pink matching suspender belt and handed me a pair of stockings. "I'll do your toenails later. Put these on. You've seen me put tights on often enough. Be careful though, they are quite fine and can ladder easily. Stockings are a pain but so much more feminine than tights." Pointing my toes I simply rolled each stocking up my legs before fumbling around with the suspender catches until I worked out how they fastened. Cath whistled approvingly as I did a twirl in front of her. "Nice legs Sis! I can't wait to see them with the heels!" Handing me a blue satin blouse and a black pleated skirt she watched closely as I finished dressing. Quickly pushing me in to a chair she picked up the heels she had mentioned and slid them on to my feet. By now I was in sensual overload. The sensation on the fine silky materials on my super sensitive skin was mind blowing. I started to stand I had to see what I looked like, but Cath firmly pushed me back down saying bluntly. "You're not seeing yourself until I am done! Now be a good girl and sit still while I do your face!" I blushed when she called me a girl. I was getting worried. Was I starting to enjoy this far more than I should? I did not really follow what she was doing to my face but it seemed to take much longer than it had the night before. She kept stepping back and checking how I looked before painting something else on. When she was done and my hair had been unrolled and brushed out, I saw why. She pulled me from the chair until I was standing unsteadily in the high heels. At first walking was a nightmare, the heels altered my centre of gravity tilting my body forward. To walk, I had to pull my shoulders back and take short steps. "If you wiggle your hips and put one foot in front of the other it gets easier," Cath advised, loving it all. Walking carefully I reached the mirror and saw the blond girl that was me reflected back and realised why it had taken her so long to do my face. I looked totally different; she had skilfully altered the shape of my face with my hairstyle and makeup. I stood in front of the mirror for ages shocked at my reflection. I was totally unaware of Cath's presence watching from the door with a delighted expression on her face. "Fuck me!" I thought making a halfhearted wave at my reflection "She isn't me? Can't be me? Can she?" My reflection waved back looking so feminine from her blond hair to her pretty (if very painful) high heel shoes. "Well you don't look like my reprobate biker friend any more and certainly not some one called Mike. So what do you want to be called? They'll never recognise you now!" "Sorry?" I had only caught half of what she had said and was trying to sound more positive than I felt. "I am gobsmacked Cath!" She smiled adding lightly. "Glad you like it - Laura." "Pardon?" I replied, listening this time. "I am going to call you Laura from now on. You look like a Laura, Laura." "Laura?" I asked. "Laura." She replied happy now, seeing my capitulation and knowing her plan would work. "Laura, Jane Brown!" "Why not Laura Roberts?" "Because you don't have a sister and I went to school with a Laura Brown which means if any one checks up on my history they will see a Laura Brown on the class list for my sixth form," Cath grinned and added. "She was also my first girlfriend I suppose. Give me your hand Laura and I will tell you about her as I do your nails." Interested I asked her about my namesake as I gained ten long red fingernails and matching toenails. When she was done with my nails we finished the bottle of red we'd started and opened another bottle of wine and earned ourselves another hangover! Over the weekend, Cath had me try on almost all the things she had bought for me and always called me Laura. She spent hours on teaching me how to walk, sit, move my body and, when we were not doing that she had me practising holding cutlery in a feminine way and getting used to a handbag. One initial worry for her was my voice. She however recalled my ability to do accents and with a touch of Scottish; my voice started to sound very good to her. Even though it sounded bloody awful to me! Obviously she was enjoying herself far more than I. I think that she got off on putting me through the crap she had to live with. Because after a few drinks and a smoke she would tease me mercilessly about keeping my seams straight and how pretty my legs were. Which although very funny at the time was then usually followed by a feeling of guilt about enjoying myself so much on the following day. By Monday I had become somewhat physically accustomed to the feminine clothing that I was now wearing. I was even starting to get used to wearing heels, even though I took them off as often as possible. Working my fingers with false nails and even applying make up had become part of my life, which was a total gender shock! Yet to me no matter how hard I tried I still hated seeing my reflection in the many mirrors in her house. When I had something to do or if I was a bit pissed or stoned I felt fine and relaxed but in the cold light of morning I cringed. Since Cath's excuse for my presence in the house was as her housekeeper I was able to distract my mind from its misgivings with the housework. The weirdness of the situation did not escape my notice and I found some black humour over performing the traditionally female tasks to take my mind off the necessity of hiding behind that same gender role. Adding to my confusion was that I found some of what she had me wear incredibly sensual and one hell of a turn on. Often giving me a sudden hardon in my frilly panties to deal with! Which just increased the sense of guilt I was already feeling about my cross-dressing. Not wanting to upset Cath I mentioned nothing about these mounting misgivings about what she had in mind for me. Cath however knew me very well and could read me like an open book. I was becoming more and more disheartened with living as Laura throughout that first week even though by the end of it I did look rather good. The problem was that I still had my male identity under the frills and fancies and no amount of pretty clothes and beauty products would alter that basic fact. I was still Mike in my head not Laura. Sure I had become accustomed to responding to being called Laura but I did not feel like a Laura. By the second week I was ready to call it off. Some of the physical side was a pain, mainly in my feet but I could accept that! It was in my mind where it was not working. Cath, finally worked out why I was having problems coming to terms with the necessity what she was doing. One morning when she was home late, she had made me breakfast in bed for a treat and had seen my normal wake up routine. Like most men, even though I was wearing a babydoll nightie and panties, I stumbled out of bed scratching my nuts and yawning as I went to the loo. On arrival in the loo I pulled up my nightie and pointed Percy at the pot and let rip. "Ahh," I muttered and after the obligatory shake or two I shambled back to find Cath looking at me with comprehension in her eyes exclaiming. "You wake up male Laura! That's why!" Still blurry eyed and half asleep I grunted, "Wot?" "Nothing Laura," she said. "Nothing at all. I have to be at work for eleven. Enjoy your breakfast Laura. Tarra!" And rushed out, leaving me bemused by her unexpected exit looking at the now empty doorway. That evening she had decided were having a healthy night and without alcohol or pot to lower my inhibitions I was feeling very uncomfortable and self-conscious. We were trying to watch Star Trek on the telly but I was shifting around beside her on the settee embarrassed by my reflection in the large wall mirror. Intellectually I knew that her plan held the best chance of me never having to answer to the club but emotionally I was becoming very screwed up. Subtle as ever Cath looked at me after my umpteenth nervous shift and said bluntly, "I can help you with that Laura." She nodded at my reflection, "And I know it will sound a little kinky but I am positive it will work." I looked at my reflection and said nodding at the mirror. "Anything's got to be better than feeling like this when I see that." Taking that comment as my agreement she launched in and sold me her idea. "Do you know what stimulus and response psychology is about?" "A bit, yea." I recalled various lectures on psychology adding. "Pavlov and what's it? Arthur and the white rat?" She nodded enthusiastically. "That's the one. What I want to do is remove the masculine stimuli from your life." "Hang on a minute?" I interrupted, frightening thoughts clamouring in my mind. She grinned, "Not that, honest. Now where was I?" She stood up and fetched in a box in from her car. "Your corset arrived this morning and when I got to thinking about your emotional problems it occurred to me that if you don't see your body's masculinity every day then you will come to accept your feminine disguise." Having lost track of what she was talking about I just nodded and told her to go on. "What I plan to do is to use these. I got them through a friend." She opened a box and displayed a pair of very realistic false boobs and a belt contraption. "These are medical standard body prosthetic's and can be cemented to the wearer. The cement lasts seventy-two hours and then it naturally comes free. You must then let the skin breath for a minimum of twelve hours before replacement. With me, Laura?" "Yes. You want to glue a pair of false tits on me." Cath giggled rudely. "And more Sis. Thing is once they are on you will be unable to remove them yourself. You will have to become used to having a chest that's gets in the way and having to sit down to have a pee like I do." If I had understood what she meant by having to sit to pee and the inconvenience that it was to cause me I would never have let her fix the infernal thing on me. The boobs were easy enough after preparing my chest with a position mark or two and some chemical smelling adhesive. She simply lined up the boobs to the marks and stuck them on, securing them with a bra until the cement had set. When she pulled me upright I could feel the weight of my new boobs pulling gently almost seductively on my chest and bra. God they were heavy and felt huge. Once I was stood she pulled down my panties and shocked me by spaying my penis and balls with depilatory lotion that was cold enough to retract my balls and shrink my dick down until it was tiny. Cath did not mention that it also contained a mild local anaesthetic to keep it shrunk. When my pubis was hairless she fixed the belt thing about my waist and said. "Take a look, and have a scratch because once I fix this you won't be seeing it for a while." Astonished I watched as she slid an open-ended condom over my shrunken penis and then sprayed every thing with what she used to fix my boobs in place. Fixing a clear plastic crotch strap to the belt she slipped the end of the condom through the waiting hole in the clear piece and pulled most of it through. Carefully arranging my penis and making sure that my balls were still retracted she pulled the crotch piece tightly between my legs and fastened it to the back of the belt. It was very uncomfortable at first but after a minute or two the discomfort eased off but what she did next blew my mind. On the front of the clear crotch piece above the hole was a small valve. On to this valve she connected a can, the contents of which she sprayed through the valve. I could feel and see the warm flesh coloured fluid fill the crotch piece covering my shrunken genitals. I kept the strap on for about half an hour until Cath had me remove my bra to reveal the false boobs now standing proudly on my chest, gently bobbing swaying about with my body motion. A quick touch of make up on the feathered edges and you would never have guessed that they were not naturally part of me. When the belt and strap came off I nearly had a heart attack, because she had given me a vagina. The stuff she had sprayed in to the strap had set over my genitals into the form of a passable (though a pair of panties) pussy. The only thought in my mind when I looked down for the first time was. "How the hell am I supposed to have a piss?" I swallowed and continued my examination of the pubic disguise becoming more and more worried as my masculine mind cried out against my new body image. Examining her handy work strangely oblivious to my mounting self- disgust. Cath smiled and said firmly, "Look at your self Laura and tell me what you see." Tapping her foot she barked at me. "Laura Jane Brown I asked you a question! What do you see?" Wearing nothing but an embarrassed expression I looked directly in to the mirror and stammered now close to tears, "I see a woman, Cath." "What sort of woman Laura?" Cath persisted. Trying to make me see what I was becoming, and relax behind it. "A naked, woman?" I muttered, noticing my boobs, my hair and the message they gave out. She giggled at the tone of my voice, "Tell me? C'mon! I know what I am making you into. Now I want you to tell me!" "Oh god!" I mumbled. "I see a big titted blond Cath!" "And who is she?" Cath twisted her mental knife a touch deeper. "Laura! Me!" I finally whispered before covering my face with my hands and bursting into tears. I released a year's worth of anxiety, frustration and fears in that moment. Cath threw her arms around me and whispered, "That's it Laura, let it out, let it go." I did. In sobbing breaths I told her all my fears about the club, what they would do to us. How her plan had in turn excited me and repulsed me. My flood of tears was soon spent and I clung to Cath's voice like it was a rock in a storm, "There, their Laura, don't be scared. You're going to be safe with me. Don't be afraid any more. It's all going to be fine." Strangely I did feel better once my weeping was done and almost laughed when Cath said drolly, "All I see now is a very attractive red faced blond bird! Go and get some clothes on you brazen tart!" She grinned giggling naughtily, "And then I will tell you the kinky bit!" Quickly I pulled on the skirt and top I had been wearing before Cath had glued the prosthetics on me. Noticing how the top emphasised my now bouncing boob's. Wow! Did they bounce I could feel their every movement. It was almost as if they really were part of me. Without thinking, I told Cath, "I really need a bra on now!" "Yes Sis. You do but you don't half look sexy without one under that top!" I glanced at Cath I knew her sexuality. She couldn't? Could she? "What's that supposed to mean?" Cath demanded reading my expression. Stumbling over my words Cath eventually prised out of me the thought that had occurred so visibly on my face. "Did she fancy me as Laura?" Refusing to answer she simply smiled and handed me a brandy to settle my still trembling nerves. "Now, as I was going to say earlier?" she started, then to my total astonishment, she blushed. "I told you about the need to breathe your skin under the prosthetics?" I nodded sipping at my brandy fascinated by her sudden embarrassment. "Well a friend of mine she works at the Uni in town. Well she has a transsexual partner Lucy and Lucy had a few problems adapting when she went full time." I nodded trying not to giggle at Cath's red face; I couldn't wait to hear this! "Well what they did is what I have just done to you. But then?" Cath took a breath and said quickly. "When ever the prosthetics were removed Lucy was hooded, restrained and relieved," she paused and giggled. "Of any masculine tension. This treatment made sure that she never saw any conflict between her public gender role and her physical gender." Considering my flood of tears not ten minutes previously I was amazed to hear my self-say teasingly. "Sounds like fun!" Feeling the pressure in my groin, as my masculine tension increased! Cath giggled, "It does doesn't it. I could never understand what Mandy saw in Lucy." She leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek, "Until now." "Also," Cath said looking at me straight in the eye, "Like you, Lucy spent most of her time in the home and Mandy insisted that until she could feel comfortable in her new self she should spend her home life as her personal maid." I didn't quite follow Cath because I had already proved that I could easily be her housekeeper. Pre-empting my question she explained, "The reason why Lucy became Mandy's maid was because the maid in her uniform is unmistakably feminine and that is what Lucy had to become and it worked very well. As you will see when you meet her, you could never guess she had been born and lived for twenty six years as a boy." She hugged me tightly; "I will have to be very strict with you, about your appearance, your demeanour and every thing else. It will mean that you will have to call me Madam or Miss Cathy whenever you are on duty and do every thing I say. Including," she stood back and looked me in the eyes. "Not removing your heels when I am away at work." "Guilty," I admitted. "Don't worry Sis I will make damn sure you don't from now on." Her hands slipped of my shoulders asking. "How about another brandy Laura?" "Please." I said noticing that my glass was empty. Cath slumped in to the chair saying with a teasing smile, "You're my maid. Fetch me one as well please Laura." I started to move but Cath cut me short adding lightly, "Don't forget your heels." Reluctantly I slipped my aching feet back in to my shoes and went to fetch the brandy bottle and a glass for Cath. Patting the chair beside her I sat down as gracefully as I could. Cath smiled happily at me and raised her glass. "Here's to you Laura." I lifted mine and we clinked our glasses together the sound of the liquid in our glasses reminding me of my predicament. "Cath? How the hell do I have a slash?" "You don't!" She laughed. "Have a slash! You go for a pee sitting on the toilet just like any other girl!" All I was able to say was. "But?" Before Cath continued. "That's what the condom thingy is for. To allow you to pee and make sure it goes in the correct direction." "Oh!" Cath insisted on coming with me to the loo just so she could watch my first feminine pee. Delightedly pointing out that from now on I would be wiping not shaking. I lay in bed that night wearing a long silky nightie that felt lovely on my skin. Carefully exploring my new body additions. I again felt that rush of sexual energy and a sense of ineffective pressure in my groin when my fingers brushed the nipples on my false boobs. I dozed off thinking about the body I now sported and the look on Cath's face when she measured me! The next morning my life changed dramatically. I knew Cath was in work early and as we had agreed I was to start my new life as her housekeeper/maid. Going to the loo that morning was another shock, which jolted me awake. I had as usual stumbled from the bed half asleep when my alarm went off. I had spent a semi-sleepless night disturbed by the strange sudden movements of my new breasts and the unaccustomed pressure on my groin. Working on autopilot I had pulled up my nightie and reached for Percy and found a pussy! "Oh god!" The night's surprise returned to my mind with a bang. Tentatively I sat down and relaxed my bladder astonished again to find that the jet of urine fell straight in to the pan. The sensation was weird to some one who for most of their life has had to point to pee, and then often missed! I was up, washed, dressed in the clothes she had mentioned as being suitable for my role and ready with her breakfast when she appeared from the shower wrapped in a purple fluffy robe. "Coffee, Miss Cath?" I enquired remembering the rules of our agreement. "Thank you Laura, that will be lovely." She smiled and looked me over as I served her coffee. "Go and put your heels on Laura and your apron. I think both are a necessity for my maid even at this time in a morning." As I turned away she teased, "Excuse me Laura, but doesn't a maid curtsey and say yes Miss Cath, before obeying her employer?" I blushed and nodded. I didn't have much of a clue but I bobbed at the knees and said as girlishly as possible, "Yes Miss. Sorry Miss." Her laughing comment's reaching in my ears as I did as she had Asked, "You look very pretty when you blush Laura, so sweet, so girlish. Your voice is very good this morning as well. I think you soon might even pass on the phone with a little help. " When I returned wearing my heels and the apron, which looked rather good with the dark full-skirted dress I was wearing. She was well in to her breakfast. Playing my role I curtseyed again and continued pottering about the kitchen. "Thank you Laura that was lovely." She smiled sternly at me comfortable in her role as my employer inquiring, "Are you wearing stockings Laura?" "No Miss," I replied surprised by the question. She shook her head saying, "Go and get a pair of seamed please and then remove your dress and wait for me in the lounge Laura," adding as I curtseyed. "I am going to have to teach you to do that properly first thing this evening." I quickly did as she asked, feeling that same twisted sense of self- loathing as I did so. This time there was something else in that emotional mix, I do not know quite what but because I had given my word over working for her, I felt subconsciously that I had an excuse. When I walked in to the lounge she produced the corset saying, "Told you it had come, now let's get it on you and see just how good it is. Come on Laura get your kit off." Strangely the atmosphere between us seemed to take on a highly charged feel as she slipped the almost ridged garment about my waist and clipped the two halves together. Then with a smooth practised air she spun me round and began to tighten the laces. At first it was not so bad. She pulled my waist in a small amount and then sent me off to clean her shoes. When I had returned with the clean shoes and the now obligatory curtsey she pulled my waist in again taking perhaps three inches off my waist in total. After fastening the laces tightly and clipping some sort of metallic clasp shut she smacked my bum and said with a self- depreciating giggle, "OOPS. I should have got you to put on your stockings on first. Never mind!" She quickly slid the fine nylon up my legs and attached the tops to the waiting suspenders telling me not to be such a silly tart in the future and put my stocking on before my corset. "Slip your dress and apron back on please and we will get you made up so I can get to work." She kissed me lightly on the cheek whispering. "Maids dress their employers not the other way round Laura." With out any embarrassment on her side she shrugged off her robe and started to dress along side me. I had not seen her naked in years, certainly not as an adult. Yet here she was in front of me displaying all her charms just as if I really was her maid. The sight of her sent my manhood in to a futile battle against the unmoving restraint glued to my crotch causing a few winces of pain in that area. "Oh!" Cath teased. "Bad period pains Laura?" Wincing I managed, "Something like that Cath." "Miss Cath," she barked, amusement written on her face. I half smiled as I felt Percy give up the battle for now and the pain receded. "Yes Miss Cath." "Here." She handed me a small paper wrapped object still teasing. "You will need this then." She looked at my puzzled expression. I didn't have clue what the object was. "It's a sanitary towel silly. We girls wear them when we are on our period." Blushing brightly I took the towel and slipped it in to my apron pocket. "Thank you Miss Cath that's very kind." Cath smiled adding, "Make sure you have it in place when I get home this evening," before pushing the cosmetics she had bought especially for me over the table. The corset was a pain when I came to put on my dress back on. No longer being able to bend over and pick it up in the first place was just the start, by restricting my movement and posture I had to learn a totally new way of fastening the row of buttons up. Cath was dressed well before me and stood silently watching what I was doing with a strange expression on her face. Sitting in the corset turned out to be like sensual agony. I had to sit up properly, with my back straight and shoulders back. Totally different to my usual rounded shoulder slump. Showing her years of practice, Cath was fully made up and hair dressed in a matter of minutes then stood watching me with satisfied look on her face as I finished messing about with my hair and face. "Your getting much better at that you know?" She handed me a shoebox once my face was to her satisfaction. Here put these on Laura." Inside were a pair of black 3 1/2 inch stiletto heels almost identical to the pair I had been wearing for most of the last two weeks except these were a bit higher in the heel and were fitted with an ankle strap and pretty buckle. Hampered by my corset I found the only way I could put them on was to step in to them and get Cath to fasten the straps, which she obligingly did. Laughing to her self as she fastened the buckles. Standing up she announced, "Well you won't be swapping them for your Jesus boots!" Obviously pleased with her creation she informed me in a smug tone. "The buckles on your shoes are like the ones on your corset - they lock Laura. I will release you when I get home from work. Have a nice day." With that she kissed me and strode out still giggling, delighted at the expression on my face. The introduction of the corset and shoes in to my daily regime at first caused me few problems. After all I had been wearing heels for a good part of every day for over two weeks and had become used to walking in them. Working in them turned out to a totally different affair and by lunchtime my legs and feet were on fire. Then my corset made its presence felt! It was with a sense of relief that I collapsed on to a chair for my low calorific lunch. Not that I would have called two pieces of lettuce, low fat yoghurt and a cracker my lunch three weeks earlier! I wanted to relax but my corset had firmly altered my collapsed state from a rounded shoulder slump in to straight back, shoulder back, and correct demure sitting position. It also had another side effect of making me unable to eat much more than my lunch provided even if I could have had more to eat. Sitting very correctly with my legs crossed exactly as Cath liked, I looked at the mountain of ironing I wanted to get done that day and swore quietly at my shoes and corset. I was still ironing when Cath arrived home early from work and I had to get my skates on to have a pot of tea ready when she walked through the door. Bobbing a curtsey I said holding the tea tray, "Where would you like to take your tea Mistress?" "Ooh! I like the sound of that Laura. Mistress. Yes indeed." She waved her hand towards the kitchen patio. "I'll have it outside thank you Laura. Bring yourself a cup and saucer. We can have a chat. You can put the ironing away while I am getting changed and then join me." It did not take me long to put the ironed clothing away and tidy up the kitchen but Cath still beat me to the garden by a good five minutes. Having to take care even with all the practice I had in my heels I carefully walked over to the table where she was sat. Bobbing at the knees I said with a smile, "Tea Miss Cathy." She smiled up at me and said, "I prefer Mistress I think." I smiled feeling rather nervous about being in full view of the road as I had walked along the path and said, "Your tea Mistress." "Much better Laura." Then she teased, "Call that a curtsey?" I blushed as she continued more firmly, "I do not! So listen and do it right." The teasing tone was still in her voice but I could hear she meant it when she said she wanted me to curtsey to her. Even though my legs were in agony having had no relief from the heels all day she made me spend fifteen minutes walking up and down in front of her curtseying to her at each turn until she was satisfied. "Make sure you do it like that from now on Laura. Graceful and demure just like a deferential maid should behave." "Yes Mistress," I hoarsely whispered feeling breathless and light headed from the effects of my corset during that exercise. She grinned and her tone changed again, "I must get you a proper uniform." Then she waved her hand towards a chair. "Sit down pet. What time did you start today Laura?" I slid in to the chair beside her and sipped my now cold tea. "I was up for six Mistress." Cath laughed her voice echoing off the walls surrounding the Garden, "You don't have to call me Mistress any more you ninny. You are sat beside me. We're both finished work for the day." I smiled and relaxed taking no notice of my reflection in the patio door, not deliberately avoiding it but not going and looking at it either. She nodded at my feet saying in a humorous/sadistic tone. "How are your feet?" "Painful," I admitted. Smiling a told you so smile Cath released the buckles and allowed me to remove them. What a relief! I let out a squeak of pleasure and said gratefully. "Thanks" We chatted about her day for a while longer before she dropped that evening's bombshell. "Come' on then lets get you changed and then we can be off." "Off?" I nearly had a fit. "Cath what do you mean?" She grinned once again delighted at the reaction she had created. "Oh! Did I forget to tell you?" "What Cath?" I said now back under control. "It's the last Tuesday of the month," she was grinning like a Cheshire cat enjoying her self at my expense. I knew the expression from old and knew that whatever she had planned one way or the other I would agree to it. "And?" "I have made an appointment for my maid and I at Wendy's to get our hair done," she said still grinning. "Oh shit!" I thought but said opting just to give in before she teased/convinced me in to getting my hair done. "Oh! Cath, is that such a good idea yet?" The reply was an emphatic, "Yes." Taking a leaf out of her book I suddenly jumped up and said grinning down at her. "Well? Coming?" She threw back her head and laughed, pouting at me, "I expected more of a fight than that!" Saying with a giggle, "I know!" I slipped my feet back in to my stiletto shoes and turned smoothly on my heel. Although she had just changed into a pair of jeans, a tee shirt and removed her makeup except for a pale lipstick, she insisted that I replace my plain dress with a pretty skirt and blouse and refresh my makeup. Lounging by the door she watched, amused, as I stripped down to my corset, stockings and panties. Made me blush like a red traffic light when she wolf whistled at my revealed underwear. As I turned I noted her eyes sharpen. "Where's the sanitary pad Laura?" "Oh shit! I forgot!" I said. She read my expression and said coldly, "I told you to do something this morning Laura. Did you do as I asked?" Suddenly, I realised that I was in a fix. "I..I forgot Mistress." I Whispered, "I am sorry, I just forgot." "You forget what I tell you?" She looked at me and there was no amusement in her face. "And if you forget when those Biker's call? Then what?" She took a breath and screamed, "I pay for it!" Her arm flew out and knocked me on to the bed. "Well you're gonna pay for it now! Roll over on to your chest. I will bloody well make sure you never forget any thing I tell you again!" I can't say I didn't know what she was going to do, but totally subjugated, I turned myself to face downwards on the bedcovers. She roughly grabbed the back of my panties and yanked them down to my knees. "Wack!" Her hand came down on my bum and she spat. "Tell me you are sorry, Laura." She swatted my bum again as I cried, "I am sorry Mistress, I am sorry." After the initial shock of her spanking my bum, came the humiliating knowledge that my girl friend was now totally dominating me - a bloody GIRL was spanking me - and I didn't have the strength to stop her! Other than the psychological hurt, it wasn't too painful at first, but as she continued to spank my backside remorselessly, the cumulative effect became more and more painful. Eventually I started to cry as I begged her forgiveness. "Please Mistress, I am sorry. I only wanted to be ready when you got home. Please!" The tears were rolling down my face as I continued to plead with her. Only when I was bawling my eyes out did she cease spanking me. "Next time it's my slipper girl! Understand this you thick tart! When I want you to be dizzy and forgetful I will tell you. Otherwise, I'll tan your arse again!" Then, curtly informing me to be ready downstairs in half an hour - or else - she stalked out, muttering to her self. I felt totally humiliated when I walked down to the hall and curtseyed to her. She smiled thinly at me and pointed to the door. I was absolutely terrified when I walked out to the car, and filled with embarrassment when I slid in to the passenger seat of her Toyota RAV. I took my time making doubly sure I got into the car in the ladylike manner she had taught me. I had pissed her off once already today and had no intention of doing it again. Watching like a hawk she smiled at my performance before closing the door for me. Slipping the car in to gear she drove quickly down the lane towards the village waving at a man with a dog adding as if my spanking had not taken place. "That's Bill. He lives in the village. He's an ex copper from Newcastle and a real sweetie. Got a really twisted sense of humour." As she drove she kept up a running commentary pointing out all the local attractions, the co-op, the pub, and the post office and of course the Roman ruins. The village was a close knit place where every one knew every one else judging by the number of people Cath either waved at or flashed her lights to. She accurately summed up the attitude of the place. "They, the real locals all hate the tourists but need the money from tourism so they have banded together. Village society and social groups have all started up since the early 90's and the tourism boom. Thing is, they are quite happy to let newcomers join in-so long as you actually move to live here of course. The people they can't stand are the holiday cottage home owners." I don't know when I stopped feeling stupid and embarrassed and started to take note of what Cath was saying but it was during this conversation. She then explained that there were two types of holiday cottager types. Those who had retirement in mind and tended to let their house to locals and those who just rented them out, the first type were tolerated the second were detested. By the time we arrived at the hairdresser I was too interested in Cath's insights about rural villages to notice the walk from the car to the salon. Except for a brief feeling of vulnerability when I first left the safety of the car I happily tripped along beside Cath in my comfortable heels asking my self. "Since when did they become comfortable? The salon was a strange place somewhere that was totally alien to my experience. Cath breezed in and called. "Hi Wendy, come and meet my friend Laura, she the one I told you about." Lowering her voice Cath whispered in to my ear. "Don't worry about Wendy she knows. OK?" Feeling that 'Oh Shit!' sensation again I followed Cath towards where a cheerful voice said, "I'm in the back Cathy. Come through." I took to Wendy straight away she was just so nice, her bubbly personality and infectious humour soon had me at ease. It was also amusing to see her boss Cath around just as much as she did with me. No sooner had we met than she had me sat in a styling chair and soon after that we had decided on what she was going to do to my hair. Not that I understood most of what was said because it all sounded like a foreign language so, to be honest, Wendy decided and I agreed. Cath spoke smugly from the next chair in a teacherish tone. "Never argue with you hairdresser Laura. They are almost always right." While Cath had been chattering Wendy had walked back in to the shop shouting. "Lucy!" Moments later a harried looking girl with lovely dark hair rushed in, her well-manicured hands full of tube's bottles and packets. Saying abruptly, "What?" Wendy smiled and shook her head. "You could have left them in the store you know?" She looked at her hands and blushed, "OOPS!" "Come and meet your new sister, Laura, Cath's friend." 'Was this Lucy? Good god!' Then strangely I said to my self. 'I hope I am that convincing.' Lucy and I said hi and then she had to start on Cath's hair while Wendy did mine. I watched in the mirror as she carefully rolled my hair on to tiny rollers until my head was covered. Then she soaked each roller with a smelly chemical and left it on for a set length of time and moved on to my fingernails. Expressing her distaste for the false nails Cath had put on me she had my right hand tipped in five long red acrylic nails before she put something else on to my hair. I moved my hand around amazed at how it looked with my new nails. I could tell they were a good bit longer than the ones I had become used to and said in a light tone, "And how long will it take me to get used to these Wendy?" Wendy laughed and said, "Not long Laura, you will see. She finished my left hand while I was under the dryer and then said something, which I could not hear because of the noise. Smiling at her I nodded and closed my eyes actually enjoying being pampered like a woman. I felt her rub some thing on my lips, which felt, cool and warm at the same time. I opened my eyes to see her position a white box over my lips and press it firmly on to my mouth causing a nearly painful pins and needles sensation in my lips. When she removed it my lips were no longer thin strips of red around my teeth. They had some how been pumped up until they had that bee stung look that the super models have. Wendy nodded with satisfaction at what she saw and picked up a lip pencil and lined my new lips before filling them in with a bright red lipstick and a coating of shiny gloss. "That's looks much better. I have used a form of artificial collagen to pump them up by fifty percent. The effect will last about six weeks but I will redo them when you come in for your hair." When she moved away and I saw what my mouth looked like my first thought was. "She's given me lips made for cock sucking!" Wendy turned off the dryer and brushed out my now spiral curled blond hair and retouched my makeup. She gave me a hug and smiled at me in the mirror. "Like it Laura?" "Yes its lovely, thanks Wendy. Wow! I look like a blond Kate Bush!" This time I was not faking my appreciation. I genuinely liked what she had done. "Only one thing left to do then," Wendy laughed and looked a Cath who nodded. "Stick out your tongue Laura, this wont take a tick." Surprised at her request I complied stuck my tongue out at her. Quick as a flash she held the tip and Lucy, who I had not noticed, walked behind me, positioned a piercing gun and popped a large gold stud in to my tongue. "All done." Lucy smiled at me and stuck out her tongue displaying a stud identical to the one I had just been given. She winked and giggled rudely, "You will need that tomorrow night." "Don't worry Laura. I will explain in the car. Say, silly sausage smiths, for me will you?" I then discovered one of the reasons why the stud was large headed because I said using the Scottish accent that was slowly becoming second nature. "Thilly, thathage, thmith..thit!" "Slowly and enunciate your words," Lucy advised. "Thsilly, thsausage,thmith." Eventually with Lucy's patient coaching I managed to work out how to speak with only a slight lisp, a lisp that Cath smugly informed me gave my voice just a hint of little girl to lift the pitch of my voice enough to sound totally convincing. "That's just perfect Laura," Wendy complemented me removing the pink cape I had been wearing to protect my clothing. "Stand up and take a look?" "Jethus!" I muttered when I saw what I now looked like in the full- length mirror. Wendy had done my hair in a spiral perm, which now framed my face in a cascade of blond curls. I recognised the style. It was what I would have called 'a bimbo hairdo' when describing a potential girlfriend to a mate. I felt like I had taken a punch to my head when I realised that if any of my old biker mates saw me now they would be chasing after me like randy dogs! The combination of full glossy red lips, blond hair and boobs would simply act as bait! "Very suitable for my maid," said Cathy with a sly smile. "Very feminine and a bit tarty. Lovely job Wendy. Just what I wanted, and Laura needed." She turned to me and said firmly, "Curtsey to Miss Wendy Laura and say thank you for making you look so pretty." There was no humour in her tone or in her face and for the first time in my life I felt almost afraid of Cath. I had never before seen such a look on her face. Even when she was spanking me earlier, her face had