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Femme de M?nage - Part 5 Belladonna [Author's Note: This Story is the Fifth of Five Parts] Charles panted as he ran the vacuum over the floors once more. While the floors were hardly walked upon, he wanted everything to be pristine the moment that Jane returned to the penthouse. Jane's absence during her surgery and recovery drained Charles. He hated being away from her. He tried to occupy his time by cleaning and re-cleaning every inch of the penthouse to make up for her absence. As isolated as Charles was used to being, he had never felt so alone. There was always some one with him, first his parents, then his ex-wife and, finally, Jane. For the first time in his life, Charles ventured into public just to see other people. He used his time to take care of simple tasks, such as food shopping. Charles was sure that Jane was going to be happy to hear that he could now take care of such public tasks on his own. Charles did little socializing on his trips though. The brief words he exchanged rarely ventured beyond more than a request for a specific item or an obligatory salutation with a cashier. The people he encountered were largely indifferent to him, and he did not draw attention to himself, given his unfashionable, utilitarian style of dress and dowdy appearance. Charles felt largely invisible while he watched beautiful girls walking down the street who would have never given him the time of the day at any point in his life, unless they saw Charles Cannon's bank account. Charles was excited to be getting the woman he had grown to adore back into his life. He felt the need to serve someone, and Jane was the one person he wanted to be in service to more than any other. The realization of how strange that compulsion should have struck him crossed Charles's mind from time to time while he tidied up the penthouse. Charles knew that he had been spent his entire life being served by others. He was taught, from a young age, that it was his lot in life. The idea that he could feel more at ease in service to another would have been sacrilege to his mother, as Charles well knew. After Charles shut off the vacuum, he put it away and walked towards the bathroom. His soft soled canvas flats made little sound on the hard floors of the penthouse despite the weight of his body as he walked down the hallway. While Charles's weight had leveled off, he still struggled each morning to fit into the dresses that Jane had brought with her when she moved into the penthouse. Charles was embarrassed by the fact that the pants that she had passed down to him had not fit him in weeks, even though he had no inclination to wear them. After relieving himself, Charles washed his hands and walked towards the kitchen. As he moved towards it, he heard sounds coming from beyond the front door of the penthouse. Charles walked towards the door and recognized Jane's voice. A smile came across his face while he struggled to contain his excitement about her return. Charles stood facing the door with his arms hanging by his sides and his hands cupped in front of his body. He tried to strike the image of the submissive domestic that he felt that a woman like Jane deserved in her life. He could not wait to greet her and talk to her again. They had only had one conversation while Jane was away. The conversation was short and ventured little beyond Jane's request for the first dinner she would have in the penthouse upon her return. Jane hung up her call while she reached for the door knob. Jane pushed her way through the door, pulling her Coach suitcase behind her. Jane came to a stop and smiled when she saw Charles standing and waiting for her to say a word to him, looking every bit the part of her dutiful domestic. "Well, look at you," Jane said with a laugh. "No, look at you," Charles managed to respond, stunned by her appearance. The lines that had begun to litter Jane's face once she began to lose weight were largely erased from her face, while the residual jowls from her years of borderline obesity were gone as well. Charles felt as if, from her face alone, Jane looked 10 to 15 years younger than she had when he last laid his eyes upon her. Jane beamed at Charles's compliment while he continued to stand there gawking at her. A smile came across her face, letting Charles get a look at the teeth that his money had paid to have brightened. The bright white smile was unlike anything he had ever seen Jane sport before and was far different from his own teeth, which were discolored from decades of wear. "So what do you think?" Jane asked with a laugh since she already knew his answer. Charles shook his head, struggling to find the words. Jane blushed as she brushed her bangs out of her eyes. Charles noticed that her highlighted hair was even longer than it was when she was left. While it was not overly long, it now reached down onto her shoulders and her chest and took on a slight wave once each strand descended below her head. "So?" Jane asked again as she began to tap the tips of her French manicured fingernails against her crossed arms. "You look magnificent." "Is that it?" Jane asked with a laugh before Charles showered her with compliments regarding her hair, fingernails and face. "Even your eyes look so much prettier without those glasses," Charles added as he fiddled with his large, thick framed, cat eye glasses. "Yes, the contacts kind of made the whole look," Jane replied. "I wouldn't quite say that. You'd still be gorgeous in glasses, but wow." "I don't think I've gotten enough of that yet." "I'm sure the doctors were gushing." "They were, and I just saw a group of my old friends, and they were shocked." "Your old friends," Charles said repeating her words and wondering what they must be thinking. "Yes, they were surprised, but they were surprised when I started wearing nice things and losing weight too." "They must be so jealous of you." "I would hope not, but you know how girls get." Charles nodded before he said, "Do they know the truth?" "Do they know about you? Is that what you're asking? Do they know the truth?" Charles nodded before Jane shook her head before she replied, "I told them that an uncle of mine had won the lottery years ago and had died recently. They know I've got no immediate family, so it wasn't that much of a stretch for them to conclude that I was his sole heir." "So, they think you're the luckiest girl in the world." "They do, but I think that's for the best." Charles nodded before Jane added, "I did tell them about you though." "What did you say?" Charles asked as he nervously kneaded his fingers into the folds of his elbow fat. "I told them that I had a maid, now." "What did they say?" "They wondered if I was a complete bitch. I think they have some perverted revenge fantasies about what they would do if the shoe was on the other foot. I told them, though, that I was not going to take out any abuse I ever got on my girl." Charles smiled while he replied, "A girl couldn't ask for a better mistress." Jane laughed as she embraced him and said, "You better believe it." As she released him, Jane added, "Oh, they also said that they would love to meet you." "Why?" "Because you're the maid of a maid," Jane replied with a grin. "You're not a maid," Charles replied while he looked over the woman he felt looked so regal. "I know," Jane replied as she batted her eyes and added, "but they're the only ones that still see me in that light." "That'll change in time," Charles responded. "Maybe, but I don't want to let that change our relationship." Charles nodded in response before Jane added, "Now, are you just going to stand there or are you going to take my bag, girl?" "Oh, sorry, Mistress," Charles hastily responded as he hurried towards the bag. "I'll let it slide," Jane replied with a smile while Charles took hold of her suitcase. He wheeled it towards the bedroom and sorted out Jane's dirty clothes from her clean ones. After he put the clean ones away and put the dirty clothing in the hamper, Charles sought out Jane. Charles walked into the living room and saw Jane lying upon the coach. The dress she was wearing was one that he had once picked out for himself. Now, it hugged her curves and would not even come close to fitting him. "Mistress," Charles said in a meek tone to get her attention, prompting Jane to give him a languid raise of her hand to acknowledge his presence in the room. Charles stared at her as she watched the television before he looked down at the unfashionable, cheap dress that he was wearing. From his dress to his to his flats, he felt he looked every bit the maid that Jane had been and more. The woman before him bore little resemblance to that maid though. The woman on the couch was elegant in her designer dress and heels and possessed some of the charms and refined nature that Jane told him she knew how to display. Charles remembered her offer to teach him some of those traits, but he never asked her about it again. He marveled as she took to demonstrating them, however, and showed him that she had been paying close attention to the aristocratic women she served over the years. Charles felt that, in every way, Jane had become the lady of the home and that he was nothing more than her maid. The fact that the bank accounts and deed were in Charles Cannon's name seemed to be mere formalities to Charles. Indeed, he felt more like Emma in body and soul. Charles Cannon was nothing more than a memory to him, and he was happy to let Jane have access to what had once been Charles's. Jane pulled her eyes away from the television screen and asked, "Yes, Emma." "Would you like anything for lunch?" "No. I'm thinking about going out. I want to do a little shopping. I think it might be some fun for me to get this face out there." Charles nodded before Jane asked, "Did you do any shopping while I was gone?" "Yes, I did some food shopping." "Did you call in an order?" "No. I did it myself." Jane gave Charles an approving nod that excited him. He beamed at her look of approval, prompting Jane to say, "Good. It's nice that you've gotten over your earlier fears." "Thank you, Mistress." "You're welcome, but I think that if you're going to go out dressed like that, you should look the part." "What do you mean, Mistress?" Charles asked, confused since he felt that he looked, unmistakably, like a lower-class maid. "Well, your eyebrows are too bushy for a girl. Your glasses hide it a bit, but I think some feminine arches would help, and that's not even mentioning your hair." "What's wrong with it?" Charles asked as he clutched at his mid high ponytail." "I already told you. It's too long for a girl your age. I thought maybe you'd get it cut while I was gone. I left Pola's number out for you for a reason." "I didn't know if you wanted me to call her. She doesn't know me." "She's heard about you." "What have you told her?" Charles asked as his heart began to race. "I already told you that too. I told her that you're my maid, Emma." Charles nodded as he felt himself calming down. Charles took a deep breath before he asked, "Do you think she would be willing to cut my hair?" "Of course she will. She loves to get a few extra dollars thrown her way. Don't worry about it too. Pola cut my hair for years. She cuts all my friends hair and a number of other girls too." "Is she licensed?" Charles inquired. Jane's laughter in response gave Charles all the answer he need to his question before Jane replied, "She's not licensed or anything, but girls like you and the rest of my girlfriends save money anyway you can, Emma." Charles nodded before Jane got to her feet and made a call to Pola. Jane walked back over to Charles after she hung up the phone and said, "She can be here in twenty minutes. Why don't you wash your hair and get ready." Charles nodded again in response before he washed his hair in the sink and tidied up the kitchen, figuring that Pola was going to cut his hair there. A little more than a half an hour later, Charles heard a knock upon the front door. Charles scurried towards it and opened it for Pola. Pola stared back at Charles and said in her thick, accented voice, "So you must be, Emma, I've heard a lot about you." "I hope you heard good things." Pola nodded as she stared around the clean penthouse and said, "You do good work, Jane wasn't lying." Charles blushed at the compliment before he let Pola into the penthouse. Pola hurried past Charles as she carried her large bag, clutching it with one hand while it hung off the shoulder of the other. Jane saw Pola walking in and got to her feet. She walked over to Pola and asked, "How are you, baby?" "Great," Pola replied as she put her arms around Jane and kissed her cheek. Charles felt a pang of jealously while the old friends talked to each other for a few minutes before Jane said, "And, now, onto, Emma." "What do you want to do with her?" Pola asked. "I was thinking about giving her a nice bob cut. You know something that doesn't involve all that hair flinging around like a pendulum behind her head." Pola nodded before Jane added, "I would also like you to thin down her eyebrows a bit." "How much?" "Just give them some shape. I mean if she's going to be out in the world as my employee, I, at least, expect her to be as presentable in appearance as she makes my home." Pola replied, "I can certainly get that done." "Good," Jane replied before she showed Pola into the kitchen. Charles followed behind them before Pola motioned for Charles to take a seat. Charles sat down on the chair he had put out for Pola's use. While Pola and Jane continued talking, Charles looked around the kitchen that he had spent so much time in recently, after only spending fleeting moments there for most of the time that he wore pants within the confines of the penthouse. Pola ran her fingers through the strands of Charles's dampened ponytail before she asked him, "Are you sure about this?" Jane nodded for Charles before Pola raised the shears to the ponytail. "Wait," Jane exclaimed, startling both Charles and Pola. "What?" Pola asked, slightly annoyed by her friend's interference with her work. "I have an idea. Do you have your hand mirror with you?" "Of course," Pola replied while she pulled the mirror out of her large bag. Taking the mirror from Pola, she held it up in front of Charles's face and asked, "Pola, can you give the scissors to Emma?" "Why?" "I want her to make the first move into this new stage in her life herself." Pola gave her a strange look before she replied, "It's just a haircut, Jane." "To you, maybe, but not to Emma. Emma's always had long hair and, now, she's going to a haircut more appropriate for a woman of her age and status." Charles blushed at her words, which excited him more than he would ever bring himself to admit. Pola, however, gave Jane a glare as she said, "Watch it, baby. If you turn into a pompous, condescending princess bitch on me, I'm getting out of here." Jane laughed while she replied, "It's nothing like that." "I'll take the scissors," Charles interjected as he raised his hand. Pola handed the scissors to them. Charles clutched his ponytail with his left hand while he moved the scissors towards it. Charles looked in the mirror before he stared up at Jane's face. He knew that his hair was the last part of him that still looked like it did when Jane entered his life. It was also the only part of either of their bodies that was unchanged in someway by what had happened since Jane stumbled upon him in heels for the first time. By snipping the ponytail, Charles felt as if he was making one final break with his past. As Jane was insisting he do it himself, Charles realized that she grasped the significance of the moment to him as well. Charles swallowed hard as he made the first snip. He kept cutting it until the long ponytail fell to the floor, still held together by a simple, black hair tie. Jane smiled at the hair resting on the floor before she said, "I'll let you girls get better acquainted." "Where are you off to?" Pola asked. "I've been cooped up way too long. I need to get some shopping done." "Lucky bitch," Pola replied with a laugh as she tried to conceal the hint of jealousy in her voice. Jane nodded before she asked, "Can you take Emma out and show here around. She's still new to the city." "I'd be happy to," Pola replied as Jane paid her for the haircut. "This is too much," Pola countered as she counted the money Jane handed her. "I'm just giving you a little extra spending money for being nice enough to take Emma out." "I don't need your charity," Pola retorted. "Just take the gift, Apolonia," Jane responded with a huff, using Pola's full first name, before she shook her head. Pola glared at her, while Jane collected her designer leather purse and walked out of the door. Pola kept shaking her head as she started to cut Charles's hair and made small talk with him about how it was to work for Jane. Pola was surprised by how enamored Charles was with her friend. "I don't think anyone's ever said so many nice things about, Jane." "People don't see her the way I see her," Charles countered. "I think more people will given that new look of hers. I mean, wow, right? You know?" "Absolutely," Charles replied as Pola continued shearing down his long hair into a short, above the shoulders bob. Once she finished cutting Charles's hair, Pola took hold of her tweezers. Charles took off his glasses before Pola began to pluck his eyebrows. When she finished, she handed Charles the mirror again. Charles put on his glasses and was amazed by how much of a difference the shortened hair and plucked eyebrows had made to his appearance. "Do you want me to show you around?" Pola asked, breaking Charles's concentration. Charles nodded, prompting Pola to begin to pack her things. Charles hurried towards his bedroom and collected the purse he had made up in Jane's absence. Charles checked his appearance in the mirror over his new dresser before he exited the room that he had rarely entered when it served as his guest bedroom. The room took on far more significance to him, however, after he and Jane began to call it the maid's quarters as their respective roles in the penthouse became more cemented. Hurrying down the hallway, Charles felt slightly out of breath by the time he reached Pola. Pola let herself out before Charles followed her out the door. Charles locked the door to the penthouse behind him and entered the elevator beside Pola. After they exited the building, Pola picked up her cell phone and asked, "Do you mind if I give my friend a call?" "No." "Thanks," Pola replied before she called her friend, Tita. Charles listened in on the conversation while he walked beside Pola. Charles realized that Tita had heard about him as Pola advised Tita that she was with going out with Jane's maid. Charles could tell that Tita was curious about him, and it was not long before Pola asked if he had any problem with Tita meeting up with them. Charles shook his head, deciding it was best to learn from as many of Jane's friends as he could. Charles and Pola headed down another couple of blocks before they were joined by Tita. Tita smiled as she embraced Pola before she was introduced to Charles. "Tita, this is Emma. Emma, Tita," Pola said before Tita hugged him and said, "It's nice to finally meet you." "Let me guess, you heard about me from Jane too," Charles replied. Tita nodded before she and Pola decided on a place for the three of them to go. When the decision was made, Charles headed over to a caf? with the girls. The long walk to the caf? was difficult for Charles. He found that his enlarged body was not as capable of making the long walk as he expected. His ankles swelled painfully as they continued walking upon the sidewalks, while Pola and Tita, intermittently, pointed out various places of interest to him. As they entered the caf?, Charles felt relieved even as he realized that the caf? was not fancy. There was not much to it. The cheap prices quickly made Charles understand the allure that the place held among Jane's friends. They each ordered a meal and carried it to a table. Charles let out a groan while he sat down, feeling instant relief. Pola and Tita also looked happy to be off their feet before Tita asked, "So what's it like working for my friend, Jane?" "She's wonderful," Charles replied. "Yes, just stupendous, fair and just and everything else that we would all be if we, suddenly, found ourselves in her position," Pola interjected. Tita laughed at Pola's slight mockery of Jane. Charles felt the need to defend her, "She's really not bad." "We know that. We're her friends, but she has to be loving this on some level. She's got to be rubbing your face in it." "In what?" Charles asked, wondering if Jane had lied to him. "That's she's now the mistress. We all want to get out the shackles of servitude, but she actually did. Lucky, bitch," Tita replied. Charles blushed, wondering why he had embraced the shackles the girls he was seated with spoke so highly about casting off. "Do you know how much she got?" Tita asked Charles. "No," Charles lied. The girls looked disappointed by Charles's reply before Pola asked, "So where are you from?" Charles made up another lie as he mentioned a random city before Tita inquired, "Any family?" "My parents are dead. I'm divorced. I've got a cousin and a sister, but I don't speak to them." "Why not?" Pola asked. "My cousin's just wrapped up in her own world and with my sister, well, she's been gone for decades." "Why? Where is she?" "Damned if I know. My parents completely disowned her after she came out as a lesbian," Charles replied, truthfully. "I can see that, lesbians are disgusting," Tita replied, nodding her head. Charles smiled a little at her, wondering what she would think if she knew that he was anatomically a male. He then changed the topic and began to discuss Tita and Pola's backgrounds before a deliveryman came through the front door of the caf?. Charles met the man's eyes for a moment, prompting the heavyset, sweating man to give Charles a smile. Charles smiled back at the man, confused why he was looking at him. "He likes you," Tita said with a laugh as she slapped Charles's arm. "No. You've got to be mistaken," Charles replied nervously while the man made his delivery. After the caf? workers signed it, the man started back towards the front door. He came to a stop when he looked into Charles's eyes. "Do I know you from somewhere?" The man asked. Charles shook his head. The man shrugged as he said, "I thought I saw your pretty face somewhere before." "Maybe you did, but you didn't say hi," Charles replied. "I'm saying it, now, then. Hey, how are you, Miss?" "Good," Charles replied, confused why the man was still giving him attention. The man offered his name before Charles gave his. As the man continued talking to him, Charles squirmed in his seat, realizing that the man was flirting with him. Charles was surprised by it, but he did not want it to stop. While women had shown interest in him in the past, each had known about his personal fortune. This man, however, was seeing him as an overweight woman adorned in cheap clothing. That another person seemed to be attracted to him for some reason involving solely him was a first for Charles. No woman or man had ever shown as genuine an interest in him as the deliveryman seemed to be showing him. Charles flirted back with the deliveryman, unsure if he wanted to lead the man on. Fantasies about dating the heavy, lower-class man filled his head. The daydreams prompted Charles to wonder what his mother would think about the whole thing, especially since she had cajoled him into marrying a rich woman for whom he had no affection. "We can't fail with both our kids," Charles remembered his mother admonishing him while she berated him into proposing to Lynn. The importance of keeping up appearances for his mother was never lost on Charles. He knew that she had to be rolling over in her grave that her son was now divorced from the woman she had forced upon him and was flirting with a poor man in a public place. The man gave Charles his number after Charles refused to give the man his, despite his repeated requests and Tita and Pola's pushing him to do so as well. Charles said goodbye to the deliveryman before he finished his meal with the girls. The girls then said goodbye to Charles and told him that they would meet up with him again while Charles exchanged phone numbers with them. After saying his goodbyes, Charles started to walk back towards his home. As Charles walked down the street, he reached into his pocketbook and counted the money he had on him. Realizing that there was not enough for a cab fare, he knew that he had to either walk or take the bus. Given that his ankles were still swollen and killing him after the long afternoon walk he had taken with Pola, Charles decided to take the bus. He walked towards the nearest bus stop and sat down beside an elderly woman who smelled of cheap perfume. Charles got onto the crowded bus and paid the fare before he took a seat. He soon noticed that most of the riders were wearing cheap clothing that was not much different from his. The setting, however, struck Charles as strange. He had never been on a bus before given his mother's hatred of public transportation. He grew more relaxed, however, as the bus continued to make its way down the crowded streets. Once the bus came as close as it would to his address, Charles got off and made the mile long walk to his building. While Charles made the walk, he felt a growing sense of weariness overtaking his tired body. Upon reaching his building, Charles swiped his key card and entered it. The doorman, who had occasionally seen Charles as a man, had taken to recognizing him as a woman. Charles wondered if he ever connected Charles Cannon to Emma, but the doorman never mentioned it. "Say hello to Jane for me," the doorman said while Charles walked by with a smile before he responded, "Will do, Rich." "Did you get a hair cut?" Rich asked. "Yup," was all Charles replied while he made his way through the lobby. Charles headed for the elevator and pressed the button for his floor. He felt that it was strange to be returning to the penthouse after his day at the no frills places that Pola and Tita had shown him all afternoon, but he knew he had to prepare Jane's homecoming dinner. Charles rested against the rear wall of the elevator as the weariness from his day was catching up to him. He exited the elevator on his floor and unlocked the penthouse door. Pushing his way through the door, Charles heard Jane call out, "Emma, is that you?" "Yes, Mistress," Charles responded while he moved towards the living room. Charles walked into the living room and found Jane strewn out upon the couch again. Charles looked at her for a second while Jane wiggled her polished toes before she raised her hand and said, "Please start making dinner, Emma. I'm famished." "Hard day?" "Hardly," Jane replied with a laugh before she added, "Why don't you get dinner started, and I'll go show you what I bought as my post-opp gift to myself." "So, I'll take it you're feeling better about yourself," Charles said. "The best I ever felt," Jane replied before she scurried off to the master bedroom. Charles lumbered into the kitchen on his tired legs. He groaned as he bent down to fetch a pan from a cabinet before he began to start preparing Jane's meal. After a few minutes, Charles heard Jane say, "Emma, please come out here and take a look at this.'' "Yes, Mistress," Charles replied before he washed his hands and walked into the hallway. Charles came to a stop as he looked over Jane as she stood before him dressed in a black, long-sleeved, embroidered stretch tulle dress. Jane flipped her hands out to the side while she walked towards Charles in regal steps as she basked in his admiration of her elegant appearance. Charles heard the sounds of her heels clicking on the floor before him, but he could not tear his eyes away from Jane's body. She came to a stop in front of him and asked, "So what do you think, Emma?" "You look wonderful," Charles replied, barely able to keep himself from pawing at her body. "I never felt so pretty," Jane said as she brushed her right hand across the front of her designer dress. "You look gorgeous," Charles responded before Emma kissed him and forced her tongue deep into his mouth. "Thanks. Wow, just look at us? Aren't we a sight?" Jane asked after their lips parted as she began to stare into the mirror in the hallway before them. "We're just a lady and her maid," Jane continued after a pause to grin. "Yes, Madame," Charles replied with a smile before he turned towards the mirror and examined his own face and how it compared to Jane's. Charles was stunned by the differences that now existed between them. While he had noticed the changes that were going on between both of them, he had never stood in front of the mirror beside her and really taken a moment to examine the stark differences that had been taking shape over the prior months. When Jane entered his life, he had been the master and Jane had been the maid. Even when Jane caught en femme for the first time, he was a thin, energetic looking woman dressed in elegant finery. There was no indication of either the master or lady of the home in his reflection now. Jane's words cut at the delusions he had harbored some nights alone in his maid's quarters that they were at worst equals. Charles knew that there was no doubt who anyone would say was the maid if they walked through the doorway to the penthouse. Charles knew too, that the elegant dress Jane had found him dressed in months ago was now Jane's as well, given that it no longer fit him. While Jane had always struck him as older looking, the dye in her hair and the surgical procedures she had undergone made her look more than a decade younger than she was. Charles's own speckled hair, which had been distinguished looking on the head of a gentleman, only served to make the large woman staring back at him in the mirror look older. The cheap, thick framed glasses resting on his nose did his appearance no favors either, making him look older while Jane's new contacts helped her strike a more stately appearance. Charles gawked at Jane and all the occasional thoughts he once had about her being not good enough for him seemed foolish. Jane stood beside him with her trim body looking elegant in her expensive dress that showed off just the right amount of her tanned, toned legs. Jane brushed her dark hair away from her eyes while she placed her arm around Charles's broad shoulders. Charles remembered how thin he had been when Jane placed her fat arms around him for the first time, but that was only something he could experience in his memories now. Charles grabbed one of his pudgy arms and peered down at his stocky calves that peeked out from beneath his dress. Jane shot him her whitened smile and hugged him. Charles's member stirred as he smelt the scent of her expensive perfume while she wrapped her slender arms around him and asked, "So what do you think?" "It's a lovely dress," Charles replied before his eyes drifted towards the mirror, and he looked at what appeared to be an elegant middle-aged woman hugging her old maid. Jane's kiss brought Charles back to the moment. As their lips parted, Jane stepped away from him with a smile and left him to linger in front of the mirror for a moment. Examining his reflection, Charles knew that Jane was no longer lucky to have him, he was lucky to have her. Charles was excited by the fact that he was the woman in the mirror, and relieved that Jane seemed to want him in her life. Charles remembered the words he had spoken to her as he looked into the mirror. He had wished that he could be like her and wanted to learn to be her. From the image in the mirror, Charles could only conclude that he had become what Jane had been. Charles's concentration was broken as he heard Jane say, "Emma, be a dear, and fetch me a Diet Coke." "Yes, Mistress," Charles replied, feeling a strange contentment with his new station in life.