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Lord's Peter's Problem By Pyrite modified by Eric Part 1 "Drastic means call for drastic measures," thought Peter DeVries. It was 'Lord' Peter DeVries actually, an Englishman living in LA. He had to admit the climate Waa better. But then almost any climate was better than England's. Peter smiled wryly, The French to this day swear the reason England cologized and conquered most of the wotrld was that Englishmen couldn't wait to get away from England and Frenchmen hated to leave La Belle France. Peter had a vast sum of inherited wealth and was married to Catherine, 'Lady' Catherine, for the last 10 years. They had moved to LA 4 years ago when Peter's media interests meant that he would be better placed if he made his operational base here but still retained the ancestral seat in Oxfordshire, England. This meant frequent trips home to the UK to manage affairs relating to his estate. He had met Catherine prior to inheriting his fortune on his father's death and they had spent 8 years of relative wedded bliss, but without children, before things started to go wrong. He first had his suspicions that things were not right on returning from one of his trips to the UK. Catherine had seemed distant and not interested in anything to do with his affairs or how things were at the castle. His suspicions were fuelled by gossip that she had been visiting up-market restaurants with an un-identified individual, this on more than one occasion. Catherine always had a close network of friends in LA and leaned heavily on these during Peter's absences. Nobody, within this network, knew who she was seeing. When asked casually by Peter what she had been doing whilst he was away she shrugged her shoulders and stated "nothing in particular - you know, the usual." He was beginning to wander what exactly the usual was! Peter began to think back. He and his wife had been drifting apart for years but it had happened so gradually that he had not really noticed. Peter shook his head sadly. It was like sitting in a tub of water that slowly begins to boil and you find yourself in hot water before you realize it. During subsequent visits this trend continued with Catherine being seen on the town with the same man, nobody knowing who this was, and Catherine denying anything out the usual happening. In addition to this Catherine was now socializing with a well known divorce lawyer with a reputation for obtaining very favorable settlements for his clients. All perfectly innocent! Not bloody likely. Peter wanted to find out exactly what was going on here before he was parted from a large part of his fortune. Part 2. It was during a business trip to the UK that Peter had stumbled on a possible means of investigating what was going on. The idea of hiring a private detective was repugnant to Peter and offended what was left of his English sense of fair play! Besides, he still cared for Catherine and wanted to fight to keep her - his inheritance was not the only issue here! He wanted to do his own dirty work. It was the only way after all to be really sure. Also, hiring private eyes meant his dirty linen would hardy be 'private' for long! After a week away Peter was lunching at his club with James, an old public school chum, who was well placed within the British Museum. After a pleasant and relaxing meal they were enjoying a Brandy together when Peter's friend felt inside the breast pocket of his jacket and pulled out a hand sized package. James opened the package and removed his hankie that he had used to protect the item and held out a necklace with a round medallion with what looked to be an Angel on it. "Here Peter, have you seen anything like this before - this was given to me by a friend returning from a trip to Boston who found it by the roadside. We haven't managed to establish its origin yet although early investigations seem to indicate it originated from Africa." This item intrigued Peter who had long held an interest in antiquities. The item didn't appear to be too valuable at first sight but Peter was strangely drawn to it. "I have some contacts within the Smithsonian Institute in Washington - I am sure that they would be interested in investigating its origins, would you mind if they had a look at it?" asked Peter. "Not at all," said James. "I am organizing an Egyptian dig over the next 6 weeks and wouldn't have the time to take this any further right now. I was going to return this to the vaults tonight anyway and would be very grateful if someone could find any additional information for me." Re-wrapping the medallion James handed Peter the package and bade him bon voyage until they would meet up again in two months time. Returning to the Ritz that evening Peter was relieved to have something to take his mind off of his marital difficulties and decided he would have another look at the medallion but first he would take a shower and refresh himself prior to going down to the grill for a late supper. Later as Peter toweled himself dry somehow the medallion seemed to call to him. Before dressing he unwrapped the package, put the medallion over his neck and walked over to the mirror. "This looks quite good on me," he thought, then Peter noticed that there appeared to be a mark on the front of the medallion. He went back into the bedroom and picked up James's silk hanker chef to rub away the offending mark from the medallion. As he did this he felt a slight tingling sensation in his chest which spread to all other parts of his body. This left him feeling a little dizzy. He staggered a little as he went to get himself a drink of water. As he reached out for the glass he noticed that his normally dark and hairy arms seemed lighter in color and also less muscular, his hand becoming more refined. The nauseous feeling returned as he returned to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He noticed that his dark brown hair had lightened to a sandy color and had receded a little. His smoothly shaven face was also now sporting a light moustache. Despite his slowly fading eyesight he recognized the face in the mirror. "Good God," he exclaimed as his fingers probed his face - "I look exactly like James! Bloody impossible!" Peter staggered to the bed feeling confused and shaken. "How on earth could I have turned into my old friend?" thought Peter and suddenly remembered the tingling feeling he had experienced earlier after he had rubbed the medallion. He tried rubbing the medallion again with James's cloth and also rubbed it with tissue and an old hankie of his own, but nothing happened. All plans for going out were abandoned as Peter headed straight for the mini-bar and poured himself a whiskey to steady his nerves. It was still early but Peter was overcome with both emotion and shock and the exhaustion that the physical changes had brought to him. This, along with the alcohol, sent Peter into a deep sleep - still wearing the necklace. He woke at 8:10 am next morning and went straight to the mirror to see if this had all been a dream. He hadn't really needed to - he had felt the itching of the moustache on his upper lip and just needed to confirm these alien feelings. Still seeing James's face staring through myopic eyes as James was short sighted, he returned to the bedroom to dress himself and see if anything had happened to his friend. If this had happened to him had anything happened to James? Putting on a fresh shirt he again experienced the tingling feeling he had felt last night as his shirt touched the medallion. The changes didn't take long and the feelings of discomfort were nowhere near as prolonged as his body changed back to that of Peter. Rushing back to the mirror he wandered what had triggered his return to himself and wondered if his clothing was the catalyst for the change as he recalled that rubbing the medallion with James's hankie the previous night had sparked the original metamorphous. Peter continued getting dressed as he determined to experiment to see if he could re-produce the physical changes. This time he thought he would obtain a different item of clothing to see if his body would change into that of its original owner. He went downstairs to the hotel lobby that had a shop that sold essentials from toothpaste to pantyhose and even luxuries like evening wear. Just then an idea came to him. He was reasonably sure that he could return to himself by touching an item of his own clothing to the medallion and thought he would make his experiment more dramatic. Entering the shop he purchased a pair of women's silk stockings. Returning to his room he removed his clothes , removed the stockings from the packaging and held one to the medallion he was still wearing. The tingling sensation he had experienced before returned to his chest but this time with a more insistent build-up of pressure. Simultaneously he felt a tingling and churning sensation around his abdomen and groin. "My instincts were right," he thought as he felt his hair lengthening and his throat tightening as him Adam's apple disappeared. Just over 25 minutes later a young women was staring back at him through the mirror. He immediately noticed the resemblance she had to photographs he had seen of his mother when she had been younger. It appeared that an unused item of female clothing would change him to a female version of his own genetic structure. Peter had never even remotely felt any inclinations to explore how it would feel to be female and was momentarily stunned as he considered what he had done. He picked up his discarded shirt and held it to the medallion. Nothing happened! He felt quite faint as he returned to the bedroom and the realization rather belately hit him that this had been a highly risky experiment. What if he was not able to turn back to himself and he was stuck as this female with no passport, no money, no history and no proof of whom he had been! He remembered that when he had changed to James that he had not changed back immediately, it had only happened the next morning. He wondered if there was a time element attached to the transformations and prayed that this was so. He certainly regretted this foolish experiment and wondered how he was going to spend his day as a female without any clothes or possessions suitable for his changed form. The first thing to do was to put the 'Do Not Disturb' on the outside door handle so that nobody would walk in on him unexpectedly. He decided to take a bath and ponder on his next moves. As he settled into the hot water feeling very strange as the water warmed very alien parts he wondered what his wife would think if she could see him now. Thinking of his wife the first germs of an idea came to him and how he could test her fidelity and ensure that, if she was playing around and considering divorce, she would not get her hands on his fortune. It could well be the solution to all his problems. He could use this necklace to disguise himself whilst telling his wife that he would be away on his family's estate and find out if there was any substance to his suspicions. Peter realized that he was going to be confined to this bedroom for the day as he had nothing suitable to wear. He decided he would use this time to investigate his new and unfamiliar equipment as he got out of the bath and rubbed himself dry. He soon noticed how sensitive his large nipples were as he circled each of his breasts softly with the palms of his hands. As he did this he felt a warmth spreading throughout the area around the groin. As he reached down with his hand and stroked the front of this fascinating slit he could feel the warm sticky moisture around the folds of her/his vagina and found that a pressure was building causing this intense feeling of pleasure. Returning to the bedroom he lay down and continued the stroking of his nipples and clitoris and finally climaxed with a shuddering orgasm. "God - I could get used to this," Peter said as he wallowed in the afterglow of his first female orgasm. He idly continued his rubbing as the intensity of feeling returned which eventually resulted in his second orgasm. He was stunned. He had never felt such a feeling before. As this feeling subsided he realized that he hadn't been seduced enough by this experience to want to remain female. There was no way that you could continue living on this high all of the time - that was stuff of cheap fiction. Intellectually and emotionally he was still Peter and although he would love to experience this feeling again he had no desire to try this with a man. Thinking these thoughts he suddenly realized how damn hungry he was and ordered a huge breakfast from room service. Peter had a grim smile on his now pretty face. He had nothing to wear. Fortunately the Ritz furnished robes and he slip one noting how roughly the cotton felt on his smooth skin. After eating he felt sluggish and sleepy. Perhaps the shock was wearing off and he needed to sleep and fell into bed. Waking much later Peter raised himself and washed his face. Praying, he touching his shirt to weird necklace. He felt a great feeling of relief as the tingling sensation returned and changed his female body back to his male form. He would return to LA and start putting the details of his plan together. On his return home Peter received another nasty shock. "What have you been up to while you were away? I have some photographs here of you dining and caressing some woman whilst you were in London," Catherine screamed flinging down a series of photographs that appeared to show Peter and a young blond kissing.. Peter was stunned. He knew that he hadn't done any such thing but the pictures looked remarkably like him and showed him in his favorite London restaurant. He would have a hard time convincing anyone that this was not him. This was obviously a set up so that Catherine could lay claims of adultery against him and come out of any divorce settlement with a substantially increased payment. Despite his denials Catherine would have none of it. He decided that he had to act now if he was going to get out of this marriage with his fortune reasonably intact. He had to discover if she had been cheating on him so that he could prove any infidelity. He had to do this damn soon. "Look, I've already told you this isn't me," he shouted pointing at the photographs "and I don't know why you are so keen to believe this cock and bull story when I've never given you reason to be suspicious before." He had to move fast and put his plan into operation as soon as possible. "I've got to go back to London next week to investigate this business. After your allegations I think I'd better to return now and sort this out. This isn't me and I'll prove it!" With that Peter stormed out of the room and started to put his plan into operation. Part 3 : The Plan He had been reasoning that he would take over somebody's identity for the next week, one who was close to Catherine and would have been likely to have been taken into her confidence. The problem was that she had been so discreet - nobody within her network of friends seemed to know what was going on, or, if they did then they were not letting on about it. He could not take the risk of taking somebody's place and then drawing a blank. He would have to get as close to her as possible and to do that could only take one resonable option. He had to become Juanita, Catherine's personal maid! He was reluctant to do this, having already experienced becoming female for one day and having no burning desire to repeat the experiment - despite the pleasure he had found experimenting with his female form - but could think of nobody else that was close enough to Catherine that he could become in such a short timescale. Juanita was only 17 years old and had been brought in to be Catherine's personal maid when left an orphan 2 years ago. Her Spanish parents had died during a bank robbery barely months after immigrating to America. She had already been in the households employ as a general house help when this tragedy had happened and Catherine soon took her under her wing to help her during the initial traumatic period. It had been very obvious that Catherine had grown fond of Juanita and Peter was more than happy with this as he felt it gave Catherine a distraction and occupation while he was away from home on business. The main problem in becoming Juanita was that he had to remove Juanita from the scene quickly so that he could assume her role without disruption. He was sure that he knew enough about Juanita from his limited exposure to her to be able to pass as her for a limited period of time without causing suspicion, the only issue was what to do with Juanita while he took her place? Even though she was just a servant he certainly did not want to hurt or harm her in any way. Just bribing her to leave was not really a good idea as there was every likelihood of her informing Catherine whom she adored. He decided it was time to test the necklace on her and change her into something where she wouldn't be able to alert Catherine. That night he crept into Juanita's room. Seeing that she was asleep he put chloroform over Juanita's mouth to ensure that she wouldn't wake and slipped the necklace over her neck. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a dogs identity bracelet and touched this to the medallion. "I'm sorry dear, this is only temporary," Peter said as he watched her form slowly change into that of a Spaniel bitch. He watched fascinated as she started growing fur over her smooth young body and her face started elongating into a muzzle. Her body slowly shrunk and distorted until she assumed the form of a Spaniel. He picked up the bitch's sleeping body, removed the necklace, and packed the 'dog' into a cardboard animals box. Walking quietly he carried the box outside and walked over to one of their garages, one that hadn't been used for years, and lifted the sleeping Spaniel into a dog basket. Making sure that there was enough food and water to ensure its survival Peter tethered the new dog and crept back to the house. "She should be all right, nobody has been anywhere near that garage for years and I'll pay her well for this inconvenience," thought Peter as he returned to Juanita's room. "Now comes my part," he said to himself as he removed his clothes and once again slipped the necklace around his neck. He bundled up his clothing and hid it in the bottom of her wardrobe before taking out one of Juanita's blouses. "I better do this before I damned well change my mind" he thought as he touched the blouse to the medallion. Immediately Peter felt the now familiar tingling sensation spread evenly around his body. He first became aware of his hair growing down his back and his strong muscular arms losing all their tone and definition. he couldn't resist going to the mirror. He could see his hair stop growing as it changed from brown to jet-black. His eyes seemed to widen and become more prominent as his eyebrows started to arch and highlight them. He could see his broad shoulders narrow and his square jaw became slender and delicate. Looking down he could see a pair of breasts start to develop and he felt a tugging sensation around his groin as his genitals reformed into those of a healthy young female. Twenty five minutes seemed to fly by as Peter watched the changes complete and finally transform him into Juanita. He sat stunned and ran his hands down the side of his body felling the soft skin as his narrow waist widened into a pair of shapely hips. For the first time the enormity of what he had done hit him as he looked across to Juanita's alarm clock and realized that, at 1:30am, he had only 4.5 hours before he had to get up and attend to his duties as his wife's maid. The weirdness made him feel dizzy and he had to steady himself. Peter removed the medallion from the blouse. Maybe he shouldn't have let them touch so long, he wondered as he seemed to feel a mental shift somehow. Peter reached across and searched Juanita's draws until he found her underwear and a nightie. He took out a lacy white bra, white satin panties and a knee length nightgown. This was the first time he had experienced wearing women clothing and gave a shiver as he pulled the panties up around his (her!) mound and felt the cool satin fit snuggly around his hips. He had seen his wife put on a bra many times and it felt surprisingly natural as he leaned forwards and let his breasts fall into the bra. He also had no trouble fastening the bra, which surprised him. "Maybe I've inherited Juanita's natural feminine instincts" he thought as finally pulling the nightie over his head he climbed into bed. As he was lying there, in the cool sheets in the darkened room, he became very aware of the new body he possessed. Turning over he felt his breasts preventing him getting comfortable. As he considered his morning duties he felt a sudden fear and apprehension. He didn't even know what the duties were - what had he gotten himself into? This was a new feeling and left him feeling vulnerable, a feeling he was not used to, as he put this down to nerves. He decided he had better remove the necklace and hid it along with his clothes so that there would be no risk of anyone finding it. He hadn't yet realized that he was starting to think in Spanish as minute by minute he slowly assimilated Juanita's character and personality. Part 4 : Next Morning Juanita/Peter heard the alarm going off at 6:30am and reached over to press the snooze button and silence the infernal noise. As she/he lied there she/he felt momentarily confused as she/he took in her/his surroundings. Sitting up slowly she/felt the movement of her/his breasts and remembered the previous nights events. Full awareness came as the alarm went off again. She/he wondered how she/he had known the alarm had a snooze facility and also how she/he had stretched out automatically to turn off the alarm when she/he had no previous knowledge of this sort of detail surrounding Juanita's life. Juanita/Peter decided to rise quickly and check on the real Juanita before assuming her role completely for the day. Going over to the wardrobe he decided to try to blank out his Peter personality and see if Juanita's instincts and inherited memory took over. As she selected a mid-length thigh skirt, light grey pantyhose and a cream blouse, quickly dressed and applied a minimal amount of make-up the Peter side of his personality realized that if he operate on autopilot then the Juanita part of him/her would take over enough for him to get by. He/she left her room and quickly made his/her way to the garage. Opening the door he slowly entered the garage to see a small Cocker Spaniel looking nervously at him/her. As the bitch started yapping he/she walked over to and said softly "don't worry, this won't be for long, I am taking your place for a short while but will return you to yourself after a few days. I need you to behave yourself and not attract attention. If you do this you will have no problems but I am the only one who knows how to reverse your situation and your future depends on your playing along - do you understand me?" he/she asked the bitch. Nodding the Spaniel returned to her basket and sat down. "Good girl - I'll be back to check on you tomorrow. Afterwards I will compensate you - say a thousand dollars?" he/she said with a smile. She knew, from letting her instincts take over, that she was expected to meet Catherine at 8:00am and serve her breakfast. Peter had always left by this time to go to work. She entered her wife's bedroom to see Catherine already up and brushing her hair at the dressing table. "Juanita - good morning, how are you?" Catherine said turning around to greet her with a smile. "This is a better greeting than I usually get" the Peter side of him/her thought bitterly as she carried the tray containing a hot roll and orange juice over to her. "I must let Juanita take over for now," she thought as she spoke to Catherine with a soft Spanish accent. "Good morning Madam - have you anything special planned today?" she asked placing the tray on the dressing table. "Peter has already left to pick up some things from his stupid office before returning to London later. He was really phased when I showed him the photographs last night." Catherine laughed as she walked up behind 'Juanita' and massaged her neck slowly. Peter/Juanita, his normal personality coming to the fore again, didn't know what to be more shocked at - the fact that his wife had obviously been either confiding or planning with Juanita over the photographs or the fact that his wife was behaving intimately with her. Despite this initial shock Peter let Juanita take over again and responded by instinct to Catherine's overtures by turning around and kissing her on the lips. Juanita felt her nipples hardening and a warm feeling envelop her body as Catherine put her hand behind Juanita's slim neck and pulled her tightly towards her. "He will be away for at least a week so we'll have plenty of time for play but for now I want to remain cautious until he is out of the country," Catherine said walking to her wardrobe removing her silk nightie and slipping out of her panties. Juanita/Peter both appreciated this view as Peter considered this development. "It looks like I have hit pay dirt and made the right call," she thought as she walked over to help Catherine dress. Peter congratulated herself on her brilliance. "Anyway," Catherine said, "have you forgotten you have that gorgeous boyfriend of yours taking you out for the day - he has been planning this trip out to Catalina all week and you were looking forward to it. You go along and enjoy yourself - that self absorbed ass Peter will be gone by early tomorrow and you can wake me in our favorite way and tell me all about your day." Juanita took over again as she thought about Carlos, 6'2" of tanned good looks and immediately felt a dampness spreading through her groin. This was very disconcerting for Peter as he had reacted so quickly in this fashion but also for the fact that he seemed to be finding it easier to recollect Juanita's memories. He was also realizing that during the conversation with Catherine she was starting to translate from Spanish to English without consciously being aware of it. Also, Peter was surprised not to be more upset about Catherine's slur of her husband. "I mustn't let this take me over too much, thinking again of Carlos" she thought "else I won't know what's real and what isn't." "Thank you madam," she said. "I have been looking forward to this she lied as she/he thought about how far she may have to immerse herself into this role. A boyfriend was definitely something she hadn't planned on. "Cathy," said Catherine, "Cathy when that oaf Peter isn't around." "Sorry Cathy - I ... I will go now to prepare myself for the day," she stuttered as she realized she was pausing to make the translation. She returned to her new room to get dressed in something more appropriate for the day. She was so nervous. She hoped Carlos would like hat she wore. It was a hot day and she automatically selected a pale yellow sundress which complemented her dark looks perfectly. She had also managed a light coating of make-up and examined herself critically as a knock sounded on her door. She was pleased with what she saw and felt a feeling of satisfaction as well as a mild sense of apprehension as she opened the door to see Carlos standing there. Carlos also worked for the DeVries as a general handyman/gardener and had been seeing Juanita for the last four months. He was four years older than her and at first had befriended her, feeling sorry for her over her sad loss. This had recently blossomed into love for the both of them and this had only been slightly confused by Cathy coming on strongly to Juanita. "Hi beautiful," he said as he pulled her towards him and kissed her firmly on the lips. "I've been looking forward to getting away alone together - we haven't had the opportunity for a while now and I've missed you. We are all set.." the handsome young said smiling in Spanish that 'Juanita understood perfectly. Juanita hardly had time to think as her apprehension disappeared and she returned his kiss with a longing that both surprised and excited her. She rationalized this by telling herself that the only way that she could get through the day was to immerse herself fully in Juanita and let Peter drift into the background. It wasn't this simple however, Peter wasn't fighting this at all and the new Juanita was beginning to look forward to what might develop as the day progressed. At the back of her mind Peter was starting to worry that maybe messing with the medallion and changing into Juanita might not have been so brilliant after all. Ws she creting more problems then it would solve? The short boat trip had left 'Juanita' with a sense of exhilaration as the cares and worries that Peter had experienced were forgotten as she shared a bottle of chilled Chardonnay with Carlos. She felt the effects of the alcohol much sooner than she was used to and while they were laying on the beach, soaking up the sunshine, Carlos ran his hands across her breasts. Juanita overcame the panic that the Peter within felt physical yearning. She reached back with a feline sensuousness enjoying the moment, and loving his admiring glance and the feel of the sun on her smooth skin. Peter realized she had not felt his happy and relaxed in years. Juanita's female instincts asserted themselves while the Peter inside mentally screamed in horror. This mental turmoil appeared to take hours but in the same period of time Juanita had run her own hands along Carlos's thigh and down to his hard penis softly stroking it's head whilst cupping her other hand around his balls. Carlos responded and, raising the skirt of her dress, ran his hands up Juanita's inner thigh and into her panties. "This is wrong - I'm not gay," Peter thought as his personality regained control just as Carlos found Juanita's clitoris inside of her wet pussy. The shiver of revulsion that Peter felt as he realized he couldn't extricate himself from this situation turned to pleasure. Peter/Juanita, neither was sure - nor even cared - who was in control now, the personalities merged into one for the first time as Carlos lowered her panties, removed his shorts and mounted her. As Carlos gently thrust into her Juanita responded in kind. Spreading her legs wider to give him easier access she raked his shoulders in a fierce passion. She could hear feminine moans, realizing that they were emanating from herself, as she orgasmed at the same time that Carlos exploded into her. As they both recovered from this moment Juanita wept. She was not sure if it was from the deep emotions and love she had felt as they had made love, or from a mixture of fear and disgust as Peter's personality re- asserted itself. Later that evening they returned, Carlos puzzled at how the mood had changed since their magic moment, Juanita pensive as she tried to sort out her feelings. Part 5. As Juanita/Peter returned to her room, after kissing Carlos goodnight - not lingering over the kiss but not rushing either - she felt a need to escape from this situation. Her initial thought was to change back to Peter and to be done with this charade. Common sense prevailed, however, as she/he realized that : 1) Peter could not just re-appear without a very good explanation 2) this plan had been ill-conceived from the start - how could he stop the real Juanita later telling Catherine everything that he had done to her? Maybe Juanita would not be believed was the only in that direction. 3) he/she now needed conclusive proof of his wife's supposed affair so that the second point became irrelevant 4) there was something else intangible that was almost drug-like - she needed to explore the feminine feelings that had already been experienced despite the unacknowledged fears that these could become addictive to the point that nothing else really mattered. Peter really felt that the Genie was out of the bottle and grew afraid. It was now 9:00 pm and she decided to take a shower and then retire to bed. Remembering Catherine's comments about 'waking her in her favorite way' she finished her shower without even thinking of any further explorations of her body and went to bed thinking about what waited for her tomorrow. When morning came Peter decided to let Juanita's instincts take over completely for the day as he/she still struggled to come to terms with the previous days events. She repeated the previous days routines taking Catherine's breakfast to her. Catherine was in the bath as Juanita entered her/their (!) bedroom. "Morning Cathy," Juanita called out in a musical as she put her tray of toast and Orange juice down beside her bed on the bedside cabinet. "You are up early this morning." "Come in here girl," Catherine called. This water has got cold and in needs refreshing. Girl! She/he had never heard this tone to Catherine's voice before and didn't know how to react. As she tried to figure out what had happened to cause this Catherine shouted again. "I said I wanted some hot, fresh water!!!! What are you waiting for?" she commanded. "I ... I ... I'm sorry Cathy," Juanita stuttered struggling to convert the English to Spanish as she entered the bathroom to see Catherine lying in the bath with her breasts bobbing above the top of the bubbles resting upon the cold water. "Madam ... call me Madam," Catherine hissed to the puzzled Juanita. "Prepare my clothes and when my clothes are ready you can go to the laundry room and re-iron all my clothes ready for whenever I need them to be" she stated haughtily. Juanita could feel tears welling in her eyes as she said, "Madam .... I am so sorry. I will do as you say," as she went back into the bedroom and prepared Catherine's clothes for her weekly trip to the beauty salon. Peter inside found Juanita's natural submissive inclinations hard to cope with and felt a nagging pain of humiliation at her/his subservience to Catherine. This was such a contrast to his former position of giving out the orders and totally taking this position of power for granted that he again retreated into her/his subconscious. The further realization that he/she was somehow aroused by this treatment sent him further into the background not able to take any further humiliation. It was a long day for Juanita as she performed these and other servile functions before returning to her room at 5:45 pm. Today had been her most depressing experience to date and Juanita decided to hide and let Peter back in. As Peter returned he felt the need to rid himself of Juanita for the time being Carlos had promised to return again tomorrow and he wanted to be himself again - both physically and mentally. Before this, however, he checked on the real Juanita to see if she was OK. Entering the garage he could see that the Spaniel had eaten and drunk the food and water left for it. It cowered nervously as Peter/Juanita refreshed these. "There, there - your mistress doesn't seem to like you/me very much at the moment. I don't know why but I am keeping a low profile for the time being." As he/she said this she could have sworn that there was an almost human look of sadness in the bitch's eyes. Juanita thought she had better check to see if Cathy ... Catherine had returned yet. He/she was finding it much easier to just slip into the Juanita role by the hour. He had to change back now if she wasn't going to lose himself completely to this young Spanish beauty and risk any subsequent consequences that ensued. She did not want to lose the opportunity to find out exactly what Catherine was up to however so he/she decided to return to Peter for the night. It was only 6:00pm and that would give him 12 hours if she effected the changes immediately. This would allow him to see his plan through to conclusion. He had better do this now - he was due to go out with Carlos tomorrow evening which would not give her the opportunity again until two days time. Who knew what effect this would have on Peter not only in the short term but also once 'he' got back to normal? Returning to her room Juanita went straight to her wardrobe, unpacked Peter's clothes and removed the necklace. A momentary feeling of panic swept past her/him as he/she considered what may have happened if the necklace wasn't there. This turned to relief as she placed the necklace quickly around her neck and touched Peter's sweatshirt to it. The anticipated tingling sensation returned and she/he quickly felt herself starting to grow. Despite the gradual reduction of her breasts the feeling of tightness around her shoulders increased as her bra became too small. Peter realized that she/he had not removed her clothes in the hurry to change back. He tried to unzip the dress she/he had worn that day wand was inconsiderable pain as it tightened painfully across his expanding waist. It was too tight too unzip. Thankfully the muscle tone was now returning to his arms and he managed to rip the dress along the zip line from top too bottom freeing him from this pain before he passed out. His increased heartbeat and shaking hands illustrated how much this had shaken him. Not the pain but the fact that he had lost control and not even considered what might happen as he grew again. He had always been a strong and confident man committing each act with confidence and surety, his aristocratic genes meant that this was almost inbred, and he had acted purely from instinct - a felling very alien to him. He also realized that he would have to change back promptly at 6:00am if he wasn't going to be discovered. This would barely give him time to change back and get prepared for the day. "I don't want to upset madam... Catherine again" he thought as the residues of Juanita lingered. "God - I need a drink," he said in his familiar deep baritone voice feeling pleasure in hearing it again. Looking around he could find nothing alcoholic in the small refrigerator that was in her room. He realized that he would have to stay here all night and refuse to let anyone in if he wasn't going to get discovered - another thought that he hadn't considered previously. "God - what is happening to me." With only a small television and a stack of women's magazines available to distract himself with he decided to go to bed and read and try to get a good nights sleep before tomorrow in what, was turning out to be, much more of an ordeal than he had anticipated. After an hour he felt drowsy and dropped this latest magazine to the floor. With all the emotions and confusion that he had been experiencing he hadn't even noticed that the magazines were all in Spanish and that he had experienced no trouble whatsoever reading them. He idly stroked his hardening penis and ran his fingers around his scrotum, feeling the hardness in his balls, and he hovered on the brink of sleep. This familiar felling was tremendously re-assuring to him as he approached orgasm. Thank goodness that while his erotic fantasies were bringing him to the point of coming he hadn't realized that they were centered around Carlos, both remembering the previous days events as well as anticipating tomorrow. He exploded and then felt into a deep slumber visualizing his tongue running over Carlos's large cock whilst Carlos licked his (!) pussy. Part 6. The alarm sounded at 5:50am and Peter felt refreshed after a satisfying, and apparently, dreamless sleep. He quickly packed Peter's clothes away. He held the necklace a loin time against a pair of Juanita's panties was it was weird how thoroughly he slipped into the totally of her. Spanish became his - her native tongue once again. As the changes started to take effect and she started to get prepared for the day she didn't notice the sock that had slipped under the edge of her bed in her hurry to remove all evidence of Peter. The necklace had been packed away safely and 'Juanita' rushed out of her room to prepare breakfast for madam. She entered her/their bedroom with trepidation as she/he considered what mood Catherine might be in today. This morning Catherine was still in bed. "Ah good morning girl," said Catherine with an apparent air of detachment. "Put my breakfast on the dressing table and come over here." "Yes madam," said Juanita/Peter as, after putting the breakfast down, she walked over to Catherine. "Why did you let me down yesterday," Catherine said to Juanita as she sat up and reached out to Juanita indicating she should take her hand. "I thought you were going to join me yesterday morning and wake me in our favorite way. You have always been very grateful to me in the past and always seemed to enjoy our playtime - has something changed this - is it Carlos?" Juanita/Peter was momentarily surprised and decided to let Peter retreat and let Juanita deal with this. "Madam ... C..C..Cathy," Juanita stuttered as she sat next to Catherine on the bed. "I..I..meant no harm, I was tired after my day out with Carlos and didn't think properly about you - I'm so sorry," as she started to become aware of what their playtime consisted of. Catherine reached out with both hands and pulled Juanita down on the bed. "Baby, baby come to momma, all is forgiven," Catherine said as she started to remove her nightgown and held out her arms. Juanita was both startled and aroused as Catherine's shapely breasts pressed against her own as Catherine put her arms around Juanita's back and embraced her in a deep kiss. She experienced a fluttering sensation as Catherine unbuttoned Juanita's blouse and ran her smooth fingers around the edge of Juanita's nipples. She leant forward and, cupping one breast with her hand, she traced her tongue in slow and wet circles before lifting Juanita's skirt and pushing her back onto the bed. Next came the pantyhose and then the panties and Juanita, completely taken over by a slow eager lust, spread her legs to give access to Catherine. Peter resurfaced for a brief moment as he had never considered that his wife had lesbian tendencies and this turn of events left him feeling completely shell shocked. As Catherine slipped her hand around Juanita's mound and rubbed her clitoris slowly Peter slowly gave in to this tide of pure pleasure and melted happily into a background in a sea of euphoria. Before she knew what was going on Juanita found her mouth covered with Catherine's pussy and found herself eagerly licking and teasing Catherine's vagina. This continued for at least 30 minutes with them ending up in a 69 position bringing both Catherine and Juanita to simultaneous orgasm. "Darling - that was wonderful. Peter could never do this for me, he was so selfish when it came to love making. Ever since my trying to comfort you during those first sad months after your parents died, you know it turned into love. You know I have also struggled to continue pretending to love that self-absorbed ass Peter. Having you in my life has made realize how much I have been missing. The afterglow soon faded as the Peter inside Juanita felt at a loss as to how to react. The instinctive Juanita persona felt nothing but affection and even closeness for Catherine but it wasn't really love yet. She wasn't naturally a lesbian, she was just very fond and very grateful for all that Catherine had done but she couldn't reciprocate the feelings that Catherine felt for her while she was in this female form. Peter felt sad and lonely as he realized that his neglect had contributed to his current relationship breakdown with Catherine. Could he revive there original love for each other, could his noble ego take this rejection and being usurped, in Catherine's eyes, by this young Spanish beauty? Did he want to really find out? Did he even care? Peter was totally unloved. A frightening and chilling thought. The mixture of emotions were, again, too much for Peter to deal with - this was becoming increasingly common and the carefree life of Juanita was becoming more attractive by the day. She was totally free from responsibilities and thought that Carlos truly loved her. Without realizing it being Juanita was becoming easy and was the path of least resistance. This was seducing Peter whose real life of only three days ago was becoming more and more distant despite returning to the Peter persona last night. She removed herself from Catherine's arms and also her bed as Catherine said, "Juanita, run the bath for me and you can join me and freshen up. When you've finished you can get dressed and make yourself pretty again. I need a package taken to a solicitor in San Diego. You've just gotten your driving license and I thought you could take a run down there and deliver this for me." She soon found herself travelling along the Santa Anna freeway enjoying this change of routine. All thoughts of Peter had vanished as she thought about the evening ahead with Carlos. He was going to take her to their favorite restaurant (she seemed to know automatically where this was?) and this always ended with a romantic interlude in her room. She couldn't wait. Part 7. While Juanita was delivering Catherine's package Catherine was buoyant and wanted to leave Juanita a token of her affections. She decided to leave A spray of Freesia's in her bedroom. She knew this was Juanita's favorite flower and their fragrance, these being freshly picked, were divine. She opened Juanita's bedroom door with her master key and as she went to place the flowers in a vase next to the bedside cabinet and noticed something strange. Later ... It took all day before Juanita returned home and she was pleasantly surprised to see the flowers lying on her bed. As soon as she had removed her shoes and pantyhose to cool down she heard a knock on her door. "Juanita," Catherine called out knocking once again. "Cathy - how was your day?" Juanita asked opening the door. "I had the most delightful drive and delivered your package on time." "Never mind, never mind" said Cathy as she walked into her room. "You are going out with Carlos tonight aren't you?" she questioned walking over to Juanita's bed. "Here, let me put these in a vase for you." "Cathy, were these from you - I think they're so sweet." "Yes, I put them there earlier - I sent the housemaid to pick them fresh from the south garden. It was so strange - while she was there she heard strange noises coming from the old garage. When we investigated we found a small cocker spaniel who had been tethered to a post and apparently just abandoned there. Who could be so cruel - she seemed desperately pleased to see us. She seemed dehydrated and starving and when we brought her into the house she jumped out of Margaret's arms and ran straight to your bedroom door and scratched desperately trying to get in. Have you any idea why?" "Where .... where is she now," stammered Juanita nervously. Experiencing a sudden rush of fear and adrenaline Peter quickly re-appeared and took immediate control. "Unfortunately we couldn't calm her down - she seemed totally mad and out of control. We had to call out the vet who eventually put her down." Peter/Juanita was devastated. She had never meant this to happen. She was always going to restore the original Juanita. She didn't want anybody to die! Oh God - how could she live with this. "Oh my - how sad!" "What has happened to your voice - it seems that your accents changed - your English is certainly improving." Peter realized that his hastily conceived plan was quickly falling apart and that he was losing total control - what could he do - he had to pull himself together. The only way he could think of how to do this was to let Juanita take over completely for now and give himself time to think of a way out of this situation. He was tempted to do this now but a last minute thought stopped him. Each time he let himself slide into the background he was finding it harder and harder to find the willpower to return to Peter until he was reaching the point that he was beginning to doubt that he knew who the real Peter was! No - he had to stay in control or risk losing himself completely, and possibly forever. All thoughts of exposing Catherine were now gone as he focused on how to extricate himself from this disaster. "Still," continued Catherine, "at least it must have enjoyed its last days. Carlos's dog had managed to get into the garage and had obviously been enjoying himself with the young bitch." Irony upon irony, Carlos had lost the real Juanita without realizing it only to have his cherished hound take his place in keeping her satisfied. Part 8. Catherine had left Juanita alone to get ready for the evening ahead. She hadn't questioned her any further. 'Juanita' waited for this date with trepidation. She had let enough of Juanita through to allow her to prepare for the evening. She had found a short cobalt blue dress hanging in the wardrobe and decided to wear this. She/ ran a warm bath and after soaking in the fragrant bubbles for a while shaved under her/his arms and then the legs before finally washing and conditioning the long and luxurious dark hair. He felt so pretty and feminine. Wrapping the towel turban style on her head with Juanita still in the ascendancy, she started to put on her make-up before dressing. After drying her hair, putting on a new white lace bra with matching panties and finally the dress she walked over to the full length mirror and Peter examined herself. "God - I'm beautiful," she thought as his eyes took in the full splendor of Juanita. She would have loved to have spent time with this body, instead of spending time IN this body. Putting on a pair of drop pearl earrings along with a matching necklace Juanita looked absolutely stunning. Peter felt nervous as he thought of the effect she might have on Carlos. Peter felt even more nervous when she realized that, deep down, she WANTED to make an impact on Carlos. "You have got to keep control ... keep control," she said to herself as she checked her luscious lips in the mirror. Just then there was a knock on the door and as she opened it Carlos was standing there with a large bunch of flowers. He stood back and took in the sight. "Holy Mother," he said, "I don't think I've ever seen you look so beautiful." Peter, he was fully in control for the moment, felt himself blush a deep crimson from embarrassment and, thankfully, hadn't realized yet that he was enjoying this compliment. He decided stop struggling with himself and, while not letting Juanita take over, he would ignore his male instincts and try to enjoy the evening. God knows he could do with something to ease his tension for a while. "Thank you Carlos, they are lovely" she said as she took the flowers from him. She gave him a gentle kiss and was surprised to find that she had no real aversion to this at all - in fact it was quite pleasant. They went downstairs and Carlos opened the car door, they were borrowing Cathy's car for the night and Juanita swung her lovely legs gracefully round without exposing her panties quite naturally. These feminine habits were now becoming second nature she noted. As they drove along the coast road towards Redondo Beach she rested her head on Carlos's shoulder without thinking. He responded by resting his hand on her thighs and stroking them gently. She took in Carlos's masculine smell and inadvertently felt a warm dampness starting in his groin. Later entering the restaurant the head waiter greeted them and showed them to a secluded seat in an alcove. "This is nice," thought Peter as she let Carlos order the starter and main course and felt the burden of responsibility flit away. For the first time she thought that he could learn to adapt to this way of life! This shook her back to normal (!) as she again resolved to keep in control. After having a lovely meal Carlos drove her back to the DeVries household. He took Juanita up to his room and said "Would you like a night-cap" walking to his kitchen and opening a bottle of malt whiskey. Peter loved this and accepted happily. Carlos walked in with the drinks and settled down next to Juanita on the couch. Handing her the drink he put his arms around Peter's shoulder and gave his girlfriend a quick kiss before Peter sipped the whiskey. "God," she thought, "this is foul - it's so bitter, maybe I'd prefer something sweeter," as he put the drink down. Before things got any further Carlos said, "Darling, I ... I've got something to ask you" looking serious. "I've been thinking, you know - ever since I met you I've thought you were something special. You've seemed a bit distant these last few days and I've been worrying that you might have been tiring of me." "No .. no," said Juanita quickly, in fact a little too quickly for Peter's liking. "I have had a lot of things on my mind and haven't quite been feeling myself," she said in a master of understatement. "Whatever the reason for it, your distant attitude has made me think more about the future. You know, I have really fallen for you and I was wondering if ... if you would consider marrying me - I have never felt this way before about anyone but I just want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know it is a big commitment to make at your age but I can't hold my feelings in any longer." Peter/Juanita was deeply shocked at this ... this was the last thing she had expected those few days ago. She had entered this adventure trying to salvage either what was left of his marriage or at least attempting to salvage his fortune intact. Peter certainly never imagined getting involved in another marital situation - and definitely not as the prospective bride! "I ... I don't know what to say." Both Peter, suffering from bemusement, and Juanita feeling flattered that such an offer would be made such a handsome man. "I don't expect an answer now - that is more than I could have hoped for. Please just promise me that you'll consider my offer - I cannot think of anyone with whom I would rather bear my children." "I will do so," Peter said as he pulled Carlos down on top of him kissing him passionately. As the two lovers removed their clothing there kissing turned into gentle foreplay followed by the most intense yet relaxing lovemaking that Peter (!) had ever experienced. She realized that it really did not matter any longer whether she considered himself to be Peter or Juanita - she was just seduced by the moment, all thoughts of Catherine and her troubles disappeared as she climaxed screaming. Carlos saw Juanita back to her room as she struggled to come to terms with the emotions she felt. After kissing him goodnight Peter removed the dress and felt so female she could hardly contain the conflict of emotions. As he pulled on her nightie and pulled back the bedclothes she saw a sealed not with the imprint of lipstick kisses on the front. Opening the seal he read "Darling, hope your night went as well as mine. Set your alarm early and please come and join me for some girly talk and fun. Love Catherine xxxx." "God," thought Peter, "I can't take much more of this - first I find myself falling in love with my handyman, next I'm wondering what I can say to him about his proposal, I shouldn't even have to think about this. And I end up having the real Juanita killed in a dog's body. She shuddered. What a disaster ll around! Catherine is due for another visit to the beauty salon tomorrow - as soon as she has gone I am going to change back to Peter for good and say I had concluded my business early and returned home. I will have to make a serious effort to hide what I know and make plans to keep as much of my fortune as possible. These last few days have showed me marriage is over." Peter laughed in a wild feminine way and said in a liquid Latin voice. "Of course I could just marry Carlos and bear and raise his children." It had been madness to use the medallion. Madness!! Part 9. Next Morning... Peter, for he was Peter now despite wearing Juanita's body, woke up and, despite being tempted to have done with this charade and change back now, decided to see the morning through as Juanita and not blow everything at this stage - he had been through too much to just give up. Do or die like Wellington had done at Waterloo. He got up early and put on a light layer of make-up before dressing and, deciding to check on Catherine before preparing breakfast. He entered her bedroom to see her still cuddled up in bed, seemingly fast asleep. He decided to leave well alone when Catherine said sleepily - "Juanita ... so pleased you came. Come here - I want to hear all about last night," beckoning to him to join her in bed. He knew what to expect after their previous morning encounter and, entering their bed, felt both apprehension and a sense of arousal. "Darling, Come on .. come on, I want you to tell me all about it. You were late last night, did you and Carlos ... you know, well ... have fun?" Peter felt so confused ... this would have been a lot easier if he slipped into his Juanita persona. While he was trying to come to terms with his senses he felt Catherine start to strip his clothes off and start to fondle his breasts. "Let's play a bit darling, just like we used to," Catherine said as she started to put leather cuffs around his hands. She had fastened his petite hands to the back of the bed before he knew what was happening. "What ... what are you doing?" Peter said as Catherine fastened a leather collar around his neck and clasped this to the bed. He was completely helpless. "Well, I thought I would give you a little surprise for this morning. You don't seem to have been yourself lately and I thought you would enjoy a little surprise eh ... Peter." He seemed to hear a rushing sound in his head as his mind raced in turmoil. "Peter ... Peter... you called me Peter - what are you talking about?" "Don't come the innocent darling, I've found out all about your little escapade and what you had done to poor little Juanita. I have another little surprise for you this morning my dear - I think you are going to enjoy this one - at least WE will make sure that WE really do ENJOY it!" The nastiness and cruelty in her tone chilled him. He just couldn't take all of this in. Catherine sounded positively evil. He knew that they hadn't been getting on but not that she could possibly have so much hate for him in her voice. As these thoughts raced through his head he heard the door start to open. His sense of shock knew no bounds as he saw HIMSELF walk in. "Darling," said Catherine, "I know you two have already met but maybe not in such strange circumstances. Let me make the introductions just so that there is no confusion." Indicating her 'husband' who had just entered the room she said "Juanita, this is the master of the house - my husband Peter." As 'Peter' walked over to the bed he held out his hand and said "Charmed I am sure - oh sorry - you can't shake hands like that can you?" Both this Peter and Catherine laughed. Peter just lay there in shock. He tried to turn his head away but was forced, by the restraints, to confront the doppelganger in front of him. The new Peter started to remove his - the real Peter's - clothes and leaning forward cupped one of Catherine's breasts and kissed her passionately. Peter stared in horror as the new Peter started to rub his fingers across and around Catherine's nipples. Despite everything he started to feel aroused and it took a superhuman effort to keep control of himself. "Carlos ... what are you going to do about poor Carlos," he said in concern and was momentarily surprised that with everything that was going on he was still worried about him. "Ah yes," panted Catherine, "Carlos ... poor Carlos. why should anything happen to Carlos. He did nothing wrong. But his fate will depend on your behavior, JUANITA. You need to remember your palace and be a good little servant girl." Peter felt a horrible churning in his stomach as Catherine removed the leather cuffs and collar from the bedstead. "Sorry but MY husband and I need the bed, girl." Peter struggled briefly before being easily subdued and felt the cuffs being pulled very roughly together behind his back and a padlock being inserted to ensure that he couldn't use his arms. Peter felt ridiculous and helpless standing there naked and looking at the new Peter similarly naked and smiling smugly at HER. The now lovely young Spanish woman looking at the new Peter, asked, "Then who is this?" with her attractive voice and Spanish accent. "Darling, darling - I am disappointed with you. You, with all your innate intelligence and breeding, haven't worked that one out yet. Meet Juanita, who now of course is Lord Peter, my rich and aristocratic husband.." Deep within his soul he had known this all along. One part of him was relieved that Juanita was still alive, the other part recoiled in horror with the thoughts of what had happened he was trapped in Juanita's body and servant life and the girl had his rich, male one. That damn medallion must be cursed! "That night I left the freesia's for you - I went into your bedroom to leave them for you as I knew this would please you. When I was in there I saw one of Peter's socks lying just underneath your bed. I had thought that Peter had never been near your room and that this just didn't add up. I decided to search your room and found a bag with Peter's clothes in the bottom of your wardrobe. I found the necklace you had hidden and realized it must have been significant to have been hidden away." "It looked so unusual that I tried it on. I was still holding your sock. As I leaned over the sock brushed against the angel in the middle and I soon found myself turning into you. The only reason that your clothes would have been in Juanita's room were if you had changed into Juanita - you had been acting strangely and Juanita and I held no secrets from each other so I knew you couldn't have been having an affair with my oaf of a husband. You know how strong my intuition is so I immediately decided to try the necklace on the spaniel and touched Juanita's clothes against it and was amazed to see the dog slowly turn into Juanita. She was so upset -how could you have been so cruel? I realized that I could never even pretend to love you after this but I did not want to lose either my title, the money or the property I've enjoyed as a consequence of marrying you." "Juanita had no real ties, was extremely angry with you and, felt that her affection for Carlos was not as strong as hers for me AND the luxurious life style I could offer her We decided that she could assume your life and all its trappings and that you could assume hers! What could be fairer than that?" She laughed cruelly. In her new male form, once yours she could love me totally in a way she couldn't as Juanita as she was not a genuine lesbian. Peter was forced to watch as his wife made love to the new Peter. What a nightmare. Catherine screamed in delight and passion and the new man shouted out his powerful pleasure. Peter felt the most intense humiliation and realized he was lost as he knew there was no going to be no way back to his old life - how had this all gone so wrong? That damned medallion and his own curse folly! As her 'husband' pulled away the new Peter said, "Thanks, my lover. You were right again as ever! I could experience the power and the passion of my new body as well as my love for you. A thousand hanks for making me a strong man. " Catherine role over with a satisfied smile of triumphant and said, "Yet us not forget to thanks my former husband who has so willingly swapped lived with you." Her smiled widened. You brought this on yourself Peter. Well Peter, and that is the last time I will call you that, what sort of lover do you think you made?. My 'husband' has decided that he thinks a personal maid is somewhat extravagant and therefore your services, in this role, are no longer