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For adults only. All characters and events are fictional. Not intended as instructional. INHERITANCE TAX © Miss Anthropy 2003. Part One ? The First Week "Well," said Sonia, coming down the stairs of Aunt Mabel's mansion with the clothing list in her hand. "It's ten to twelve, so I suppose its time you got changed." "Is there anything fairly unisex I could start with?" asked Amos, standing in the hallway. "Just to get me used to the idea?" Sonia looked doubtfully over the list. "You'll have to wear a skirt," she said. "There's no pants on here at all. But we won't put you in a blouse or dress just yet. We'll break you in gently. How about a roll neck sweater?" "Sounds okay to me," Amos replied. This didn't sound too bad. "Where are they?" "Follow me." Sonia led him upstairs into one of the smaller bedrooms which Aunt Mabel had often used as a dressing room. She opened a drawer full of underwear and started rummaging around. "Get undressed," she ordered, in a friendly but no nonsense tone. "Remember, I do have to dress you so please don't be shy." Amos took off his shirt and pants and with them, he thought ruefully, much of his dignity. Still, for $15 million, he would tolerate plenty of Aunt Mabel's eccentricity. He had once dressed as a girl for a Halloween party, and he would play along in that spirit. "Now the underclothes, dear," Sonia said, pulling out a pair of panties and some tights. "I think these will suit you." Amos reluctantly removed the rest of his clothing and, conscious of the fact that he was naked, accepted the purple silk panties and black tights from Sonia. She looked disapprovingly at his hairy legs. "We'll have a little shave down there after your shower tomorrow morning," she promised. "Believe me, once you've had them smooth you won't ever want them hairy again." He hesitated, holding the delicate fabrics in his hand. The fabric of the tights brushed gently against his thigh and he enjoyed the sensation. "On they go then," urged Sonia. "You don't have much time." Gingerly, Amos pulled on the panties and then, sitting down on the dressing chair, began to roll up the tights ready to slip them on. "You seem to have the technique," commented Sonia with a grin. "Have you worn tights before?" "Only long socks," he replied, drawing the fabric up his legs. "I guess these aren't too different. They do feel funny." "You'll get used to them," replied Sonia. "Now here's your bra. I haven't put too much stuffing in them, just a nice little B cup bosom. Turn around and I'll put it on you." Amos turned and faced the wall, and slipped his arms through the white stuffed bra. It felt almost as though he was being put into a harness and losing his freedom. Strangely, it also felt good as she clipped it together behind his back, straightening out a twist in one of the straps. "Feels good?" she asked. "A little tight." "Easily fixed," she smiled, loosening the straps. He liked the feeling of her fingers brushing against his shoulders as she did so. "Now the easy part." She made him step into a knee length black skirt, with little pleats near the bottom, and completed his outfit with a lime green sweater that was a little more close fitting than Amos was used to, but otherwise very comfortable. "There you go," beamed Sonia, pointing Amos at a mirror. "That wasn't too hard, was it?" "Not at all," he replied, trying to work out just how much of Aunt Mabel's money he was earning per hour. *** Two days previously, Amos' mind had been on completely different matters. Matters like his failure to sell any paintings that week and the related problem of paying his overdue rent. Amos was thirty two years old but, excepting a brief experiment with window cleaning, had never had a regular, paying job in his life. He was very highly qualified, with a Masters degree in medieval history, but had managed to avoid gaining any skills at all of value in the workplace. Particularly people skills. Amos did not like working with or for other people, it just wasn't him. Having lost his parents at an early age, the young Amos came under the wing of his incredibly wealthy but childless aunt Mabel who, several years older than his mother, had been more like a grandmother to him. She lavished him with money, encouraged his artistic side and funded his expensive education. As a student Amos decided that office type jobs were for lesser minds than his and that his true calling was to be an artist. To be fair, he was not a bad painter, and after some initial success in selling his work, mostly to his aunt's rich friends, he borrowed a great deal of his aunt's money to set up a studio. The road to fame seemed open to him, and it seemed like an easy road. As the money started running out and increasingly mediocre paintings built up in the studio around him, Amos spent very little time with his aunt. He didn't particularly like her as a person, after all she was as eccentric and difficult as he was, and her old mansion gave him the creeps. She was, however, a very useful backer for his ambitions. He borrowed money from her a second time, but this time the money came with a lecture on prudence and humility. He felt it worth listening to her in order to get the money. Mabel seemed to be looking older than ever, though she had plenty of friends, mostly eccentric female ones who found her company a lot more interesting than Amos did. The third time he asked her for money, she said no and Amos knew he had a problem. There was only so many times he could put off paying other debts and the landlady of his studio, in which he now also lived, was getting very concerned about the rent. When the telephone rang, and a clipped female voice asked him if he was aware of Aunt Mabel's recent death from a heart attack, Amos thought that he had won the lottery. This was too good to be true. Better still, he was told that the funeral had already happened, and all that remained was to settle the matter of her estate. One large mansion and fifteen million dollars, with Amos as the only living relative. Aunt Mabel's law firm wanted to see him at their offices as soon as he could get there. This was what brought Amos to the foot of a building which was immensely tall but dwarfed by most of its neighbours in the big city with an appointment to see Mabel's lawyers on the twentieth floor. He had made some effort with his appearance, putting on a jacket and tie, but, more used to jeans and T shirts, he still managed to look scruffy and awkward. Amos hated lawyers and anything to do with them, and was always nervous in their presence. He pressed the button for the elevator and waited. "Hello," a loud, enthusiastic female voice came from behind him. "You're Mabel's nephew aren't you?" "Err, yes," he replied, looking round. There stood an athletic looking woman of about his age whom he had seen a few times before but he wasn't sure where. Though she was in a business suit, she would have looked much more at home in a tracksuit or riding gear. She was quite attractive in a plain and honest way, with healthy features and fair hair tied tightly in a pony tail. She stuck out her hand. "Sonia," she introduced herself. "Your aunt's personal trainer." Amos remembered where he had seen her before, and that she had been wearing a tracksuit at the time. Mabel had a lot of female friends and, being obsessed with health and fitness, had employed Sonia more or less full time as a Personal Lifestyle Trainer, whatever that was meant to mean. The lift arrived and they both stepped in. "Looks like we're going to the same place, doesn't it?" Sonia asked. "You paint things don't you?" "Yes," he replied abruptly. He did not want to make small talk with this person who was already annoying him. "I like paintings," she replied, as the lift began to climb. "Only ones of people though." "I don't do people," Amos replied acidly. Presumably his aunt wanted to give this woman a share of the money for some reason, which was fine with him so long as he didn't have to talk to her for much longer. The lift stopped and they stepped out together into an office which advertised itself as belonging to Mabel's law firm. A woman in thick glasses and a sharp pinstriped suit introduced herself as Janice and led them into her office. It was a very smart looking, distinctly lawyer-like office complete with walnut panelling and heavy leather armchairs. Amos didn't like the look of this at all, but thought about the money. "I'm ever so glad you could both come at this short notice," Janice said from behind her desk. "It is important that we discuss this issue as soon as possible. Your aunt has left some very precise instructions about the disposal of her assets." "Is there a will?" asked Amos. "Yes," beamed Janice. "And she leaves everything to you. I've already explained to Sonia why she is here." Amos breathed a huge sigh of relief. More money than he could spend would shortly be his. "There are, however, certain conditions to this," Janice continued. "Conditions which, to be honest, I am not yet fully aware of." "Conditions?" replied Amos. "Aren't they in the will?" "Yes and no," replied Janice, pushing over a piece of paper towards Amos. She also gestured at a smallish metal box on a table in the room which appeared to be closed with a seal. "You see, the will refers to instructions contained in that little box over there, which we were not allowed to open in your absence. What I can tell you is that you will have certain obligations to fulfil over the next four weeks and, if you complete them all, the money is yours. Sonia here is going to be employed during this time to ensure that you meet them. Do you understand?" "I think so," replied Amos, mystified and puzzled about what these "conditions" could be. It would be just like Mabel to make them very unusual, but whatever they were they would only last for four weeks and then he would be a very rich man indeed. Janice stood up and went over to the box. "I'm opening the seal now," she said. "If that's acceptable to you, of course." "Please go ahead," said Amos, interested to see what was in the box. The lid was lifted and he could see that inside there were four felt bags of varying sizes with writing stencilled on them. On the inside of the hinged lid itself was a small screen which lit up as soon as the box was opened. "It's good to see you, Amos," came Aunt Mabel's voice from a speaker somewhere in the box, just as an image of her wizened face appeared on the video screen. "Not that I got to see you very often." "Hey, I tried!" replied Amos, defending himself. "It's only a recording," Sonia butted in. "No, you're never glad to see me at all, are you. Now I'm dead, of course, you're delighted to hear from me." the old woman's voice continued, reproachfully. "Now, if I'm speaking to you, it's because I'm going to leave you my money, but I want you to prove that you deserve it first." "Deserve it?" Amos cut in again. This was typical of Aunt Mabel. "You see, I'm going to teach you a few things you should have learned by now over the next four weeks," continued the recording. "And unless you stick the course and do everything I tell you, you won't get a penny. The whole darned lot will go to the State, do you understand me?" The recording paused just long enough to give Amos time to nod. "Very well," continued the recording. "Open the Week One bag for your first little assignment. Don't even touch any of the other bags or you lose the game." Another pause. "You'd better do what she says," advised Janice. Amos reluctantly reached into the box and drew out the smallest of the bags, which appeared to contain an envelope and a finger like cylindrical object in it. The bag was stencilled "Week One". Quickly Amos pulled open the drawstring and into the palm of his hand fell a stick of bright red lipstick. "Here's a lesson about empathy," the tyrannical voice boomed out of the box. "You see, Amos, that's your main problem. You never see anything from anyone else's point of view and it's the problem we're going to work on first. You're going to be a woman for a week." "A woman?" asked Amos, bemused and horrified. "Uh-huh," continued the voice. "That's right. Don't open the envelope in the bag but give it to Sonia. There's a list of clothes on there she is going to buy for you today. From midday tomorrow for the rest of the week, that is going to be your wardrobe. You might need the lipstick as well." "Here's how it works," the voice went on. "Sonia and you are going to move into my house together. She is going to look after you and she will decide what you wear from that list, which you won't see. There's plenty of clothes for all weathers and activities, including a nightdress. Sonia will dress you and make you up to look just like a girl. One of her previous jobs was as a beauty consultant." "Two other things," said Aunt Mabel. "Firstly, I won't have you hiding in that house all the time when you're dressed up as a girl, so we'll have at least two hours out and about, in public places, each day except for the first. Secondly, as a girl you'll take care of your health. No caffeine, no alcohol, no junk food and three hours outdoor exercise during the week. Sonia will supervise all this, and if you break the terms of the agreement, you lose the money." Amos thought about the money. "Okay," he said, slowly, not sure quite what he was getting himself into. "And I chose Sonia well for this assignment," continued the voice. "Her past experience also includes work as a corrections officer and in the police. She's also a black belt in martial arts, so please don't mess her around. You can shut the box now, Amos, and open it again exactly one week from now, IF you get through this first week successfully." "You'd better get yourself over to the house as soon as you can," advised Janice. "I'll be here with the box in a weeks time unless Sonia reports a violation of the rules. "That seems pretty clear," said Sonia, taking the envelope from the bag. "I'd better do some shopping." *** A little over twenty four hours later, Amos was staring into a mirror, looking at himself in tights, a black skirt and a lime green roll neck sweater wondering what he had let himself in for. Sonia and he had moved in to the house without any problems. He had decided to try to be more polite to her, partly because he knew how much power she had been given over him, but also because he was starting to like her. She was sporty, energetic and loud but also an open and friendly person. There was something about her that he really liked, but couldn't quite tell what it was. Peering at himself in the mirror, Amos reflected on just how stupid he looked. "I'm not looking forwards to going outside like this," he said. "I bet you're a bit nervous about it," Sonia replied. "But don't worry. With me around nobody will give you any shit, I promise." "Thanks," he replied. Sonia's physique was reassuring. "And we'll go to some nice places I know round here," Sonia said. "You're aunt's given me a nice big budget to look after you with and the weather's going to be stunning." "How's the outfit?" "It's okay, actually. Feels funny but not uncomfortable." "Great," she smiled. "Do you play board games at all?" They spent a very pleasant afternoon together in Aunt Mabel's house. Amos found that, strangely enough, being in a skirt helped him to relax, though at the same time made him concentrate more on being an agreeable person. It was as though, dressed as a girl, he felt he should act the part. He volunteered to cook the dinner that evening and for some reason it came together very well. "Time for bed soon," said Sonia. "We're getting up early tomorrow for a run in the grounds. Your first time outside en femme! Something to look forwards to." "I'm still not sure about that," replied Amos. "What does my sleepwear look like?" "I'll show you," she said. "I'm sleeping in the room next to you by the way. I won't bother you much but I may have to check up on you to make sure you aren't sleeping in the nude." They climbed up the great central flight of stairs together, past Aunt Mabel's collection of portraits of early Suffragettes and other feminist heroes. "It's a shame you don't paint people," Sonia observed. "I'd love my portrait done." They reached the bedroom where Sonia ordered him to undress. From a shopping bag she produced a long purple nightgown in crisp satin. "That's lovely," said Amos. "You like it?" beamed Sonia. "We'll make a little girl out of you yet! Slip it on!" She helped him into the nightgown which felt smooth and luxurious, and then into the enormous double bed. For a moment, he wished she was about to climb into the bed with him as she turned and walked out of the room. "Goodnight, princess." she said. "You've got a big day ahead of you." *** "Get up! Come on!" Sonia was shaking him awake. Amos had slept soundly and comfortably in the nightgown and he only slowly realised it was morning. "Come on, its half past six!" Sonia insisted. "On your feet, girl!" She was already dressed in tracksuit bottoms and a green sports shirt tight enough for Amos to clearly see her bra underneath it. On a pink ribbon round her neck was a whistle. He remembered her promise of outdoor exercise and groaned. This was not a welcoming prospect. At least sports clothes couldn't be too feminine, could they? Or so he thought. Five minutes later, Sonia had him dressed in a short white tennis skirt and a girl's lacrosse shirt in fetching pink and white horizontal stripes. Underneath, she made him wear the stuffed bra again and panties, but this time no tights. Even the running shoes she gave him were obviously feminine; they were lilac in colour. "Do I really have to go outside in this?" Amos asked, again looking at himself in the mirror. The sports clothes were new and stiff and felt quite Spartan against his bare skin underneath. "Oh yes!" replied Sonia. "But only in the grounds. Nobody will see you except from a distance maybe. That comes later." Out they went into the bracing morning wind, which immediately flipped up Amos' skirt to reveal the panties beneath. Blushing, he held it down as Sonia began warming up for her morning routine. She put him through his paces; lots of running round the house, jumping exercises (which Amos didn't like because he couldn't hold the tennis skirt down) and some sit ups, which Amos was very bad at indeed. Sonia encouraged him, however, and an hour later they had both achieved quite a lot, although Amos was exhausted. Sonia, who had hardly raised a sweat, blew her whistle when the hour was up and they went back indoors. "Time for a shower," grinned Sonia. "Both of us. You don't mind ?girls together', do you? You're safe though, because I'm a lesbian." "You are?" "Yep. I only do other girls," she said. "Most of the time, anyway." "Err, I suppose that's alright then" "Come on then." They washed themselves together in the shower room. True to her word, Sonia showed no interest in Amos whatsoever and proceeded to soap down her athletic body while a distinctly embarrassed Amos rinsed himself. It was a wonderful shower room, with great warm jets of water blasting down from above. Once they had finished, Sonia insisted on shaving Amos' legs to make them smooth and silky like her own. Then she did his chest and armpits as well. It was quite a pleasant sensation feeling her razor gliding gently over his body, and she knew exactly what she was doing, leaving his skin perfectly smooth with no abrasions or cuts. Next on went some deodorant with a fruity, feminine smell. Sonia used the same spray on herself before grabbing a couple of silk dressing gowns, which they sat together in for an hour or two watching the early morning television. "You're being very good," observed Sonia with a smile. "No violations at all to report, which is fantastic." "I'm fine," replied Amos, though in fact he was still aching from the exercise. "This week ought to pass quickly." "I wonder what your aunt's got in store for us next week," Sonia mused. "Something amusing, I bet, if I know her at all. I'm taking you out to my home town today, by the way. We're going to meet a few good friends of mine. Your aunt knew them as well." Sonia let Amos wear the same skirt he had worn the previous day, only this time she put him in a sleeveless blue and white gingham checked blouse that tied at the waistline. She insisted on buttoning the blouse up herself as though she didn't trust Amos to dress himself, and spent a while positioning the false breasts and the blouse collar exactly where she wanted it. "There's an art to dressing if you're a lady," she explained. "Now I'm just going to put a little bit of lipstick on you and we're ready." She applied a little lipstick on Amos who, not used to this, found it waxy and sticky, and then went into her own room to get dressed. She came out in a light tan blouse and pants that, with a few badges in the right places and a gun, would have made her look just like a county sheriff. "Let's get on the road," she said. They drove together through the countryside in Sonia's red open topped sports car. It was very hot, but Amos found the blouse he was in comfortable and cool, although he wasn't used to the way it hung on his body or the material it was made from. The bra with the false breasts inside was less comfortable and reminded him that it was there, and that he was not wearing his normal clothes. They stopped at a roadside caf? for lunch and, for the first time, Amos found himself in a very public place in women's clothing. Sonia had done a very good job of making him look convincingly female and nobody commented or troubled them. It was just very strange for Amos when the waitress called him "ma'am." Sonia told Amos a little more about herself and the things she had done in her life. She had done a stint in a big city police department, having done very well in training, but left the police because she hated carrying a gun and the thought that she might have to use it. Her experience took her into a job at a high security women's prison which she really enjoyed because it combined the need for action and alertness with a caring social role. Losing her job there because of cutbacks, she found herself unemployed for a while and did some work in a beauty parlour. "Bit of a departure from being a prison guard?" Amos asked. "Yeah," she agreed. "But both jobs involve being close to other women, which is nice. I've never abused it though. I only had relationships with other female officers." "I haven't done much at all," replied Amos. "Except the painting." "Ever had a girlfriend?" "No. Never met the right lady." "Shame," Sonia replied. "You're good looking, you know, especially as you are now!" They eventually pulled up at a nice looking house near the top of a low hill. The house had a large garden with what looked like vines growing in it. "Here's where my friends Emily and Jane live," explained Sonia. "They're partners, you see. Emily runs an underwear shop and Jane's still a cop. I met her on the force." Ringing the doorbell, Sonia was greeted by a very plump lady in her mid forties with long curly hair who was also delighted to meet Amos. She turned out to be Emily. "How are you, my poor dear?" she asked him. "Old Mabel was good at practical jokes wasn't she? How does it feel?" "I'm okay, I think," replied Amos. "So long as you don't mind me looking like this." "Oh not at all," Emily cheerfully replied. "There's something nice about seeing a man in a skirt. Good for sexual equality. Here's Jane." Jane was totally different from Emily, tall and slender with short blond hair. If anything, she was more physical than Sonia and looked well cut out for police work. She was, however, very friendly and soon all four of them were in the garden enjoying tall glasses of home made lemonade and more than a few jokes, mostly at Amos' expense. As the evening drew on, they went indoors and enjoyed a nice meal as a group. Then they watched a film together; the kind of sad, romantic film that Amos never used to bother watching. Jane and Emily sat together and wasted no time in cuddling, whispering to each other and, at one point, kissing. Amos saw this and felt a little bit lonely, and Sonia did too, so she gently placed her arm around him. It was a good feeling as they squeezed together just a little bit, feeling each other's warmth. After a while, it was time to go back to Aunt Mabel's house, so Sonia drove them straight back there, arriving just before it got dark. Amos had come to the end of his first full day in his new wardrobe. The meeting with Janice had taken place on a Thursday, he had first dressed on the Friday and they had been to see Sonia's friends on the Saturday. Sunday morning was again pleasantly warm and, as they had taken exercise the previous day, Sonia decided they would both stay in bed late and have an easy going morning. The outfit of the day for Amos was a long, flowing summer dress with a pretty print pattern of yellow sunflowers. They decided to spend the day outside by the swimming pool, so Sonia also furnished him with a wide straw hat with a ribbon that matched his dress, and a pair of sunglasses. The dress was the most comfortable thing he had worn since Friday, very loose and airy, keeping the sun off his skin and gently catching the wind to cool him down. Sonia sat beside him reading a magazine about law enforcement while he just closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax. Later on, Sonia produced some swimming costumes and they had a splash in the pool together, flicking water at each other. Everything seemed to be perfect. The requisite two hours away from the house was met by a trip to a big variety store where they stocked up on food and other provisions for the week. When they walked through the clothes section, Amos thought for a moment how much he would like to be back in male clothing. The clothes he was wearing were fine, however, and in fact more comfortable than the things he would be wearing otherwise. He thought he could get used to wearing women's' clothing. They also went for a coffee and Sonia started asking Amos more about his life. "So you've never had a regular, paying job?" she asked. "No, that's right," he replied. "Just selling paintings, or trying to. And living off Aunt Mabel's money. I kind of feel bad about that." "You should do, to be honest," said Sonia. "I think you've been a selfish little shit up to now. Do you think that all this money will make you a better person?" "I hope it will," he replied. "I want to be useful to other people." "Maybe you'll learn how," said Sonia. "I want to be able to teach you." "I think you're helping me a lot," he said. On Monday it was raining slightly first thing in the morning, but this did not save Amos from the strictures of an hour's outdoor exercise. "Rain's good for you," explained Sonia as she buttoned the pink and white lacrosse shirt and straightened up his skirt. "Teaches you to put up with a little teeny bit of discomfort." After a miserable time for Amos running around in the rain, which Sonia seemed to enjoy immensely, they had another shower and she explained her plans for the day. She had scheduled in a trip to the big city, with a couple of visits to museums and lots of shopping. "You'll have to learn to enjoy the shops if you want to be a girl," Sonia commented. "What am I wearing today?" asked Amos. "Umm, probably a blouse and skirt again. With a jacket on top to keep off the rain. I've got a matching set for you somewhere." The blouse and skirt were dark blue with little white polka dots while the jacket on top was a plain navy blue. It looked quite smart, and once Sonia had finished dressing him properly, she put a little bit of make up on. Pleased with her work, she gave him a very quick kiss on the cheek. "You look good enough to eat," she said. "Come on, let's get going!" Despite the rain, which Sonia kept off them both with a large red umbrella, they had an enjoyable day in the city. Amos quite enjoyed going round the ladies clothes shops and found it fun helping Sonia choose some items to wear. His own wardrobe being strictly set down in advance, Amos did not buy any clothes, but he remembered where the best stores were in case he wanted to come back to them in the future. Walking around the streets, Amos was aware that hundreds of people could see him amongst them, in his blouse and matching skirt. The clothes felt so different from what he was used to, making him feel like a completely different person. It felt good to get away from his previous self, a chance to make a clean break with the past. Tuesday was a little bit colder, so they agreed to postpone the final hour of exercise for the week until Wednesday morning, and Sonia let him spend the day in the roll neck sweater he had worn on Friday with a long woollen skirt. That was very comfortable and enjoyable. They went shopping again for a bit, and Sonia beat him at chess. Wednesday was nice and warm again, so, after the exercise period, Sonia put Amos in a blouse again. This one was white with a Peter Pan collar that fastened up to the neck with a little black ribbon. Amos didn't like this blouse as much as the other things he had worn because it was less comfortable round the collar but, having decided what he was going to wear that day, Sonia would not change her mind. "I think it looks good on you," she said. "You'll just have to get used to it being closer round the neck. Besides, I've got a treat in store for you. We're going out for a nice meal today." And they did. That evening Sonia took Amos to a wonderful seafood restaurant where they both stuffed themselves with delicious food. "I've really enjoyed this week," Amos admitted. "And it's gone rather quickly. I don't mind dressing in girl's clothes at all really." "Maybe we've given you a taste for it," Sonia suggested with a smirk. "But I'm really glad you've enjoyed this week with me. I wonder what your Aunt has got in store for us tomorrow." "Well, it can't be any weirder than this week, can it?" "Oh, I don't know," replied Sonia. "Don't underestimate your Aunt." "Do I have to go back to the law firm like this?" he asked, pointing at his blouse. "Oh yes," Sonia replied. "Your Aunt has provided a special outfit for that. A lovely ladies business suit which I'm sure you'll enjoy wearing. I might put it with that blouse you have on now or an open necked one. I haven't quite decided yet." "Do you think this experience is changing me?" he asked suddenly. "I don't know," Sonia replied. "We'll have to see how you feel at the end of the four weeks. I think this is good for you though." "It's good being close to you, too," he said. "Part of it really likes it when you dress me. I just like the way it feels when you touch me. Is that okay? I'm sorry if it isn't." Sonia grinned broadly. "I don't mind at all," she replied. "In fact I'm flattered that you seem to like me so much. I slept with a man once, when I was stuck without a girlfriend for a while and I quite enjoyed it." "Do you have a girlfriend now?" asked Amos. "Not as such, no," she replied. "I could do with one to be honest. You're pretty cute yourself, you know that?" "Thank you," said Amos, with an embarrassed smile. "No problem," she laughed. "We'd best get back." Next morning they were up bright and early again and, though Amos had completed his required three hours of exercise for the week, they went out together anyway for a gentle run in the morning breeze. He was starting to find himself enjoying it. As promised, Sonia produced a smart ladies suit for Amos, very sharp looking in navy blue with very faint pinstripes. She decided to spare him the less comfortable Peter Pan collar blouse and opted for an open necked cream coloured silk one that looked, and felt very feminine. She was also smartly dressed herself as they went to see Janice and her firm to find out what was in store for Amos for the following week. Part of him was terrified at what the mad old aunt had dreamt up for him but, having found his first week surprisingly enjoyable, part of him was really looking forward to what might happen next. TO BE CONTINUED