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PRETTY EDITH By Geneva Edward is offered a chance for a transformation by a wealthy businessman in return for future help in a revenge scheme. He finds its course gets increasingly repugnant. The background of this story is that of my two earlier stories 'Plaything' and 'Remodelled', but written from the point of view of the character Edward/Edith. START It looked like just another weekend ahead for me but, as I tidied off my office desk, I heard the others discussing their plans. Dale, one of my longer-time friends in the company, dropped by my cubicle. "So Ed, what you got planned for the weekend?" I thought he was just being sociable as he knew that I usually didn't have much on at all. Saturdays were usually taken up with mundane chores. Maybe I'd take in a movie at night. Sundays were the loneliest. Most times I was bored but a cycling club was a useful diversion. "Say, Ed, we're having some friends over on Sunday afternoon for a barbecue. You want to come?" That would be a real change from my usual Sundays! "Sure, Dale. But I wouldn't be in the way, would I?" He made face at me. "Look Ed, if you were I wouldn't have asked you! There will be some folks you haven't met and anyway the kids would like to see you." That was something to look forward to. I often spent time with Dale's kids playing some of their games. Still, I would have to make sure I spent time with the adults too, to at least show Marion, that was Dale's wife, that I was making an effort. Often, she had invited some young single women, attempts at matchmaking. I'd speak to the girls, politely and friendly, but it was a sham. I liked them as such, but not to go on dates with them. After work I went out with the crew from the office for drinks for an hour or so at a nearby pub. As the others gradually left to go home Dale looked at his watch, stood up and stretched. "Well, I'd better be on my way too. So, see you Sunday? About four, okay?" The pub was not too far from my apartment and it was a fine day so I walked home. On the way, just as I passed another pub, a group of four girls spilled out onto the sidewalk. They were laughing and giggling, clutching each other and obviously having a good time. They were all young and wearing a variety of smart skirted office outfits, their high heels clicking on the concrete sidewalk. As they walked along in front of me. I got a chance to enjoy how they looked. They were alive and vivacious, all enjoying life. When they stopped for another collective laugh by the side of one's car, they took up most of the sidewalk, and I had to sidle past them, giving a slightly apologetic smile. One of them returned a big open-mouthed smile, her even white teeth showing in her red lips. She was pretty and slim, her outfit showing off a nice bust and broad hips. Her shiny chestnut- colored hair hung to her shoulders and I got a whiff of her perfume. Her appearance made me aware of my dull colored business attire, now a bit rumpled. Back at home. I changed into jeans and a T-shirt, but my thoughts kept returning to that girl and I knew that I was envious of her appearance and her joy in life, yes, and her female sexuality. I had often wondered what it would have been like if I had been born female. From an early age I had gradually become aware that I envied girls. I played with other boys well enough, but I never enjoyed the rough-and-tumble to the same extent. Girls seemed to have more intimate fun and I envied them their pretty clothes and the way they were able prettify themselves. Sometimes, just like tonight, I found myself looking a little enviously at girls, singly or in groups. I thought of a girl's experiences growing up, wearing pretty dresses, playing with dolls and other girls' activities, later, as they matured, wearing bras, nylon stockings and more sophisticated dresses and high heels. A girl would want to be pretty and take care of her appearance. I wondered what it would be like to have been born into a female body and, as I matured, have a curved figure and more intimate parts, to have breasts. I would experience my different body's demands and monthly rhythms If I had a female body I would have ptertty dresses that clung to my figure, my gait maybe slightly restricted by a tight skirt, my legs sheathed in fine stockings and my high heels clicking on a wooden floor. How would it be to daily hook up a bra to hold my breasts, slip on pretty panties or wriggle into a girdle and hook up stockings. I would have different emotions. There would be a much different interaction with my family, my mother especially, and with other girls. All of those unreachable things intrigued me but I often fantasized about them. I had often watched how women moved their bodies such as the sway of their hips and the slight bounce of their breasts and their little mannerisms, such as tossing their hair, waving their hands in conversation, crossing their legs demurely while sitting. Then, if I were a woman I supposed I would be attracted to men. I had noticed how women's behavior changed in the presence of men. If I were a pretty woman I would have to face men being attracted to me. I wondered what it would be like to lie with a man and have him make love to me. I imagined myself on my back, my widely parted legs raised, my head back, while he penetrated me and ruthlessly pushed me to ecstasy. Sadly, embarrassed with my thoughts, I pushed them to the back of my mind. I'd never be able to live fully as a woman. It would be too difficult, and futile too. There was the difficulty of breaking with my past life and establishing a new identity. Even with extensive surgery and hormone treatment I might be able to live as a female, but the ultimate female experience, to bear children, would be beyond me. Despite these feelings, or perhaps because of them, I had immersed myself fully in a busy and demanding career, but they never went away. They lessened a little, but sometimes intruded into my subconscious as a welcome escape from the real world. This time, seeing these girls, they had suddenly come back in full force, leaving me depressed. Before turning in I decided to have a shower. I toweled myself off and looked critically at myself in the mirror. I looked sadly at my male body and shook my head. I thought back to the girls and bit my lip. I had a man's body and I had to accept that. In addition to the usual crowd at Dale's, there were two other couples. Dale said he had been working on a sub-contract for the Vanderveld Corporation with our company and two of its staff, with their wives, had been invited along. I was impressed. The Vanderveld Corporation was huge, influential and multinational. I got to speaking with Ray, one of the Vanderveld contingent. His wife was Hannah. When Ray went to get more drinks, I found myself talking to Hannah. She also worked at the Vanderveld Corporation but in a different department than Ray. She was friendly and open and I soon found myself talking easily to her and telling her about my work and myself. "I'm surprised you aren't over there with these guys," she said. "Oh, they're just talking about sports. I'm not that interested. I'd rather talk to you." "No girlfriend?" she asked suddenly. With another person it could have been rude but from her it sounded natural and I just shrugged. I wondered if she had suspected my secret but I just shook my head and mumbled something about being too busy. She raised her eyebrows and I blushed slightly. She put her hand reassuringly on my arm." Well Edward, I hope it all works for you." Later, after we had eaten, I found myself talking to Hannah again. By that time I had had more drinks and maybe they had loosened my tongue. Also, she was easy to talk to and not judgemental. I started talking about myself and confided in her how I had often wondered how my life would have gone if I had been born female. What would I have been doing? Where would I have found myself? "I'm not sure how to explain this. Sure, I like girls, and I'm certainly not attracted to men, but there is just something about girls." Hannah raised her eyebrows. "Oh?" "Yes, they keep fresh and clean, more so than men. They want to be attractive. I know they choose nice clothing but it seems to me that a lot of it is the joy of just being girls, enjoying life, friends, yes, their own bodies and having pride in them. She laughed. "I never thought of things that way." She gave me an amused stare. I blushed. "I'm sorry. Yes, I'm imagining things." But she took a long draw on her cigarette. "Oh, maybe not. I must say I like putting on new outfits or shoes, going to the hairdresser, a manicurist or putting on fresh make up." She gave a sly smile. "Smart clothing, even new lingerie like a lacy slip or panties. Or..." She was looking at me, a faint smile in her eyes, playing with me. "....a new push-up bra, sheer stockings and so on." The thought of the smooth shiny garments that women used to shape their figures, came into my mind and I had a more than a faint blush. I had wondered how it would be to be a woman and experience all of these things but I dared not tell her that. She smiled at me. "Of course, Edward, it's not all fun. Women have to take into account men having the most power. And then, when they're dressing and selecting clothes, they spend at least five times as long as men. Even shopping for them to get the right look. People judge women on their appearance. "You shave every day. It takes what, five minutes? Women shave much more of their bodies. Maybe not every day, but it still takes a good time". She grinned. "And then, did you think about the monthlies. I can tell you these are no fun. And yes, and what about having kids? Nine months seeing our bodies swell and distort, followed by a good few hours of extreme pain when we birth them! Then raising kids. I've had three. Breast feeding and countless diapers. Yes, men help with rearing too but still, most falls to the woman." She caught my arm. "Sorry, Edward, I hope I haven't embarrassed you. Yes, kids are a lot of work, but it's fulfilling too. Anyhow, we'd better join the others. Nice talking to you, Edward!" She gave me a sudden peck on the cheek. Actually her comments did not put me off. Her life just sounded more intense and satisfying. Later, just as we were leaving, Ray caught my arm and took me aside. "Look Edward, you're an accountant. I think the Vanderveld Corporation could use a person like you. Here's my card. I'll call you in a week or so. Think about it." Hannah was watching us, a faint smile on her face. I was surprised, but very pleased too as I knew I was a more than competent accountant. Earlier I had noticed Hannah talking to Ray and occasionally glancing over to me. I must have made a good impression. The Vanderveld Corporation would give me a real chance to go places. I heard no more about it until about a week later I had a call from Ray. "Say Edward, I've been told there is a vacancy for an accountant in the Vanderveld Corporation and in Hannah's department and I thought of you. You should apply!" I asked him more about the job and found it paid better than I was getting. I reasoned that even if I found the Vanderveld Corporation not to my liking, the experience and prestige would look good on my resume. And if I did like it I was confident enough in my own abilities to go well up the corporate ladder. So I was delighted when I got the job after just one interview. It was the same office as Hannah and I found myself often having lunch with her. After about a month there she asked again about my personal life and I told her nothing had changed. If anything, my personal restlessness was even stronger. She had a shrewd look in her eye but I did not think any more about it. A week later my supervisor called me in to her office. "Hi Ed, look, I've had a call from the big boss, that's Ephraim Vanderveld himself. He wants to see you." She raised her eyebrows as if to ask what it was about but I was as mystified as she was. I shrugged and made my way up to the executive floor. Ephraim Vanderveld was sitting at his desk, an enormous rosewood construction, when I was shown in. I recognized him easily from the portraits that hung in just about every room in the corporation building. He looked up at me. "Thank's for coming in, Edward." He actually rose and I shook his outstretched hand. I was his employee. Like I had any choice about seeing him! He had used my first name and seemed in a good mood, although with a calculating look, and he fixed his pale blue eyes on me. " Edward, I haven't met you before but I understand you've been with my corporation just a month or so now? You happy here, Edward?" I flinched internally. Had I messed up something? Was I going to get a tongue lashing? He must have read my thoughts. "Look Edward, you can relax. I get good reports about you, but I have something I want to ask you, a proposal to put forward to you. Actually, I've had my eye on you. It was information from your friend Hannah. I had asked her to look out for someone like you who might have something that I can use, and be to your benefit too. She thought you might be suitable so I made sure you were offered a job with my corporation. She's been watching you and I've had people making enquiries on you over the past weeks." I frowned. This looked like a plan to use me and I did not like the idea of someone checking up on me, especially as I had bared my soul to Hannah. Yet, as my employer, I suppose he would want to know about me. He shook his head. "Look, to get to the point, I've been enquiring about your personal life. I know you are not overtly gay, but I've been told that, to put it bluntly, you would like to experience being a woman." That blabbing woman! I felt my face redden and I began to rise, but he gestured to me to keep seated. "Look, Edward, I am not condemning you. In fact I want use that. Edward, if you were given the chance to work for me, but as a woman, complete in every way, would you do so?" I was still angry. "As a woman? That's impossible! I can't be a complete woman. Look at me!" I gestured downwards. "I have man's body! And I don't appreciate you messing about with me!" He gestured at me to sit down. "Edward, Edward, just keep calm. But just suppose you could. Imagine it!" I thought about some of my fantasies. Unsure, I did not know what to say. After several seconds I blurted out. "Yes, I would," but I started to blush. His voice was reassuring. "Then maybe we can work together. Edward, I have many resources. I've travelled extensively. I've found many things and one of them was a certain little book that has remarkable properties." He hesitated. "I want to try something that will make you into a woman. In fact it would be a test. You'd be a guinea pig but I think I can make you into a woman. In all ways! From what I know of you I believe that is something that you want. "In return, then, the test being successful, I'd require your further help in a very personal matter." He shook his head. "No, not any sexual way. I am happily married. Twice! I had heard rumors that Vanderveld had two women in his life, one for the Orient, one for Europe and the Americas. "No, it will be to take revenge on an old ....acquaintance who... frankly, has demeaned and insulted me and some of my family too. In fact, the thought of his behavior and attitude still galls me. I want your help in making him into a woman as a start to humiliating him." I sat back, shocked. "But first, you will be wondering how I would make you into a woman. That old book I mentioned, where I got it needn't concern you, but it has magic spells." I wondered if I was hearing right. Here was the head of one of the country's biggest corporations and he was telling me about magic! Was he playing with me? It must have shown in my face. "Edward, you are rightly skeptical but I assure you, this book has a number of spells or incantations. I have tested most of them and they do work! But I have not tested one that will supposedly make a man into a woman, a beautiful woman too. In fact all men who hear it supposedly become women. I want to make sure it really works. If it's successful I will use it on my old enemy to change him into a woman. Then you'd help train and discipline her, using your own experiences in your change. Would you be willing to help me?" "What!" Surely that would be illegal?" "So what!" He didn't show any concern or worry at all. His offer was overwhelming. I had to think about the ramifications. I'd be helping on something that was downright immoral as well as illegal, yet it was an opportunity that I would never have again. "I don't know. I mean, that would be a drastic change on my body. What if I died?" "Edward, I can't say. But I would settle some compensation on your family. You're not married, but I would give compensation to your sister and brother. You have a nephew you are fond of. I'd put him through college." I gave a cynical smile. "Not that it would do me any good." I emphasized 'me'. "Edward. I'll let you think about that. I'll get you back here in a week and you can let me know. Oh yes, your decision will in no way affect your employment here. Your supervisor tells me she is happy with your work." My head almost reeling, I stumbled out the door and eventually found myself back at my desk. I tried to concentrate back on my work but I was in a daze for the rest of the day. That night, when I was finally able to sit back and think about it more rationally, the offer became more appealing. A number of questions came to mind over the next days. Being organized I wrote them down and arranged to see Vanderveld again. "So, Edward, you like my offer?" "Maybe, but I've thought of a number of things. First, if I became a woman, I'd need all sorts of new documentation. Yes, I know I could do this legally, but it would leave a paper trail." "You may not be aware of it, Edward, but I have many resources and much influence. So, as for getting things changed, that's actually fairly trivial. You're right that there may be a paper trail and that concerns me too." His voice lowered. "I don't want any questions to get back to me. So the book must remain secret. I need your word on that. Do I have it?" "Yes, I give you my word, but there's more. I've lived as a man. I've never tried cross-dressing or anything like that. I've never dared to. I've never made advances to another man. So, even if I got a woman's body, I'd need lots of help, getting used to my new life, such as clothing and behavior. I'm not under any illusion that I could do these myself." "Good thinking! But I have a sister, Louise. She's aware of my plans and will help you." "Yes, your plans. You can easily hide what you intend to do to me. But you said you want my help making another man into a woman? That would need a lot of privacy." "Yes, I have an island off the coast. By the time I have finalized my plans, you will be well used to your new body, I hope. That person will spend most of her subsequent life there, except when I let her off. I intend to keep her as a kind of slave, or a possession. If she is a beautiful woman like the spell says, I will show her off, like trained pet dog or so. I want to humiliate her." I did not like the idea of changing anyone against their will and enslaving them but, I am ashamed to admit it now, at that point I only thought of myself. It would be an unimaginable chance for me! He had said I would become a beautiful woman! It could be a new beginning for me, a new reality, one that I had longed for. I could not miss this chance. To my shame I gave little thought to the victim, or 'subject' as Vanderveld had termed the individual. Such a cold description! And I was to help him! I looked at him. "Then I'm willing to help you." "Excellent! Then Edward, you need to wind up your affairs over the next few weeks. Cut all ties with relatives and friends. I'll fix it with the people in your office." I gulped. I had committed myself. I wondered if I would be whisked off someplace when I had my affairs tidied up. I telephoned any friends like Glen and said I was going on a trip to the East Coast and I didn't know when I would be back. I sold my apartment and car and cleared out my bank account. Vanderveld said I could start again under my new name. When the date finally came Vanderveld actually picked me up at the office. We drove to the docks to a waiting boat. I did not feel talkative. My stomach was churning, as much as the foaming white water behind the boat, I thought cynically. It took about ninety minutes until the boat drew up at a dock on a small island. Part of the island was almost bare granite rock, but at the south end there was a large house set among a grove of Douglas firs. The style of the house fitted into the landscape, but as we got nearer, I saw that it was brand new, or at least extensively renovated. The architect or renovators had done a good job. A woman who looked as if she was in her late twenties was waiting at the front door. Vanderveld embraced her and then introduced us. "Edward, this is my sister Louise. She knows all about you and my plans." Louise was a fairly attractive woman. In her fair features and light brown hair I could see a resemblance to her brother. She had a pleasant face, although she was no beauty. She was casually dressed in tan slacks and a white shirt, with an expensive looking patterned woolen jacket protecting her against the cool wind off the sea. She wore a string of pearls at her throat and pearl earrings, but had no makeup. She had prepared a lunch for us. I was on edge but all they talked about was their family, the corporation and everything except the plans and this strange book. All the time I was getting more and more nervous. Even the small amount of food I had eaten lay in my stomach. It turned out that Louise was married. She explained that her husband Jeff was an exploration geologist and off somewhere in South America looking for some mineral that I had never heard of. Then, almost as if with some hidden signal, both turned to me. "Right, Edward, I think it is time we started," Vanderveld said. "Louise knows all about my plans. In fact she's the one who'll look after you when you've heard the spell " He gave a faint smile. " I'll not be within earshot, of course. I've no idea what'll happen or how long it will take, but Louise will be with you all the time. We'll helicopter the company doctor in too, if necessary.So, are you ready?" I nodded my head and licked my suddenly dry lips. "Let's go through here," said Louise." I was led into a bedroom. Its centerpiece was a large bed with a pink cover. There was a dressing table and two chests. An attached room held a shower, toilet and a washbasin. The room was pleasantly warm. "This is where you will try out the spell and, all going well, you can use it for your own. After that, we will use it for the main test." Louise was buttoning up a white laboratory style coat. "So, Edward, let's get started. Do you want to shower first? You can get undressed. Here's a hospital gown you can wear." I had given permission to be changed into a woman but still I did not like the idea of her seeing my exposed male body and I went into the bathroom to remove my clothes and pull on the gown. For some reason I folded my clothes tidily. "Edward, maybe if you lay on the bed?" Louise suggested. I did so, still holding the gown closed. Vanderveld even shook my hand. "I want to thank you, Edward. Be sure that I will be grateful for your help." With no further ado he turned leaving Louise and me alone. "Better lie back." She gently pushed me back onto the bed and opened a small bag. From it she pulled a small disreputable looking book and opened it. The book really was quite small, with a stained, scuffed, brownish-yellow cover. "Not much to look at, is it! Now Edward, you're sure about this?" I gulped and nodded. "Yes," I said through a dry throat. "Then Edward, all you have to do is lie back while I read something. I've had a look at it. There are German words that explain the spell, but the words of the supposed spell itself are a mystery and I don't recognize the sounds, but Ephraim says they should work." She gave a nervous laugh. "If it's any consolation, I'm as nervous as you." Despite the warmth of the room I felt a chill of apprehension as she carefully held the book up and peering at it, began to sound out various words. The sound combinations were completely alien. "You've no idea where the book came from?" I asked when she had finished. It had not taken long even though she had sounded out some words carefully. "Not at all, and the sounds are like nothing I've ever heard. Maybe Ephraim can take it to a linguist at some time and see if he can get any more information." I don't know what I was expecting, but by the time she closed the book and put it back into her clothing nothing had happened. "It's not working?" I asked. She shook her head. "I've absolutely no idea. Lets' just wait a minute or two." She gave me a strained smile, no doubt attempting to give us both confidence. "You have a lot of guts to try this," she said. " Changing to a woman? I somehow think the journey ahead will not be easy, but if it helps you..." She was watching me closely. I was trembling with apprehension but nothing seemed to be happening. "How long have you wanted to become a woman?" she asked. Hesitatingly, I started to tell her about myself, feeling more and more let down. I had been watching a clock and even after five minutes nothing had happened. The spell had done nothing! "Yes, for a man to become a woman may have its pros and cons, depending on many things, not all under her control. I'm happy as a woman, I'm married and I love my husband but still, I sometimes resent men and their attitudes." I was thinking of what Hannah had said when I had a sudden shiver, then another. "I'm cold," I said. "Better put this robe round you." She looked at me, disappointment in her eyes. "Ah well, it looks as if this spell doesn't work. Ephraim will be annoyed. I suppose you will feel let down." At that I gave another shiver, more violent, and she herself shivered almost simultaneously. "It can't be cold in here," she frowned. Then her jaw dropped. "My God, maybe this is the spell beginning to work!" I shivered yet again, quite violently and then again. Louise was holding her arms about her chest too. I cried out at an especially violent shake. I heard an alarmed cry and then blackness took me. Much later, I awoke, my body aching. I groaned slightly, and immediately my face was wiped and I felt a hand at my back, lifting my head slightly and a cup of water at my lips . I could barely control my lips and much dribbled down my chin and neck. I tried to speak, but only managed a faint gasp. Barely awake. I could not understand or remember anything at first, yet in my mind there was something important that concerned me. I tried to get up, but I was held by someone's arm. I clutched at it and struggled to rise. A cool cloth was wiping my face and eyes. I managed to pry my eyes open, dazzled at the sudden light and saw Louise looking at me in concern. "How do you feel?" I heard but I could barely croak an answer. "I .... I.. feel aw...ful ... What ... happen..ed?" "Just take it easy. It's the result of the spell. You've been unconscious almost two days." Louise's face, somehow subtly changed, came into view. "Yes, Ephraim didn't expect this. He says that none of the other spells he tried took so long to be effective or had such severe effects. I suppose that such a drastic reconstruction of a person's whole body is bound to be severe." "What? What's been going on? My voice was getting stronger but even through its hoarseness it sounded different. "Don't you remember? I read you a magical spell that would make you into a woman?" The memories came flooding back, Vanderveld's offer and the spell. "Did it work?" I gasped. "Yes, after a fashion." I wondered what she meant but I was too distracted by my throbbing headache to ask. "Ohh, my head hurts," I complained. In fact I was aching all over. As I rubbed my forehead I peered at my hands. They looked smaller somehow. I rubbed at my chin, but I frowned. Despite the stubble it was different somehow. Something had changed. Puzzled, I looked at my arms, they were smoother and slimmer. The realization about what she had said hit me, about turning me into a woman. I tried to raise myself but almost before I could sit up. I realized too that I was naked. I had been wearing a smock but someone had removed it. I caught my breath when I looked down. In my view were two female breasts, pretty, but covered in curly hair. Gasping at the sight and ignoring my aching muscles I forced myself to sit up. I opened my legs fully and looked down. It was all missing! I was speechless as the awareness flooded my brain. The spell had actually worked! Almost unable to believe it, I slid my hand down past a patch of dark blonde pubic hair, but there was nothing else below, at least anything projecting. My penis and scrotum were missing! Instead, further down, I felt only a set of sensitive ridges of flesh, then a moist opening. I struggled out of bed, bent and looked down. I finally got my voice, little whimpers in what I knew was a female voice. Louise wrapped her arms round me. "It's all gone! I'm a woman!" I gasped. Louise sighed. "Well, isn?t that what you wanted? Now you have it!" "No, I don't mean that, it just that it's so sudden." "I suppose it is! All right, now that you're up, what now. Do you want to shower, or just rest for a bit? A more water, tea or coffee, juice?" I felt nauseous at the idea of tea or coffee but I was thirsty, "I'll have some juice." "All right, just sit there." Actually I was in no condition to go anywhere. I just sat and stared down at my new body. The projecting breasts were pretty and shapely, despite the straggly hairs. I touched one, then the other. They were soft, but firm too. I ran my fingers round the nipple area, feeling the sensitive flesh. I noticed coarse hairs still on my arms and legs. I sighed. I supposed I would have to wax or shave these. I opened my legs, shaking my head in wonder as I felt the small, but immensely sensitive nub of a clitoris, and still further down, the delicate soft lips of a vulva. "You happy with what you've got?" I looked up to see Louise there with some orange juice. "Thanks, Louise." I sipped it then tried to gulp it down. "Yes, very much so!" "Better take it easy. Drink it slowly. You want another glass?" "Yes." I croaked. Even after another my throat still felt furry, and my voice was hoarse, but I could talk better. "So the spell has worked? I hoped it would be easier than this." Louise drew in her breath "Ye-es, it's worked, but only in a way." She sighed. "In fact, to be honest, Edward, you look terrible. But first, I'll wipe your face." She bathed my eyes with a cloth. "Come on. Can you sit up fully?" "Something's wrong, isn't it? What's wrong with me?" "Edward, I'm sorry, but you look awful, like a freak. You've shrunk. You've a woman's body and face right enough. You have a nice figure, and even a woman's voice, but you've still got a lot of male hair on your body and face. Do you want a mirror? I warn you, you're not a pretty sight." I grasped the mirror in unsteady hands and stared at the sight. True, I was looking at a woman's face, her head set on a long elegant neck, but, close shaven as I had been, her upper lip and chin were prickly with dark blonde hair. Her eyes were ringed by dark circles; her hair was straggly and short. Her shoulders were slim and graceful, but the chest below had short curly male chest hair round and on her breasts. I cried out in horror. The image looked dreadful! I had hoped I would I would be an attractive woman. Now I was a freak. I tried to stop crying. "Oh God, what a mess. I thought the spell was supposed to make me into a beautiful woman." Looking like this there was no way I could pass myself off as a woman, or at least an attractive one. Louise comforted me until I managed to get control of myself. "How long was I unconscious, Louise?" "About a day and a half. It was absolutely awful to watch." She shook her head. "I was very worried. You fwere shivering violently then you fell unconscious, and then it was as if your body started shaking from end to end. You began to shrink and your proportions started to change. Your shoulders and waist kept getting narrower while your hips were swelled out. Your penis and scrotum shriveled until they just seemed to disappear into your body. You were almost flat then the flesh down there split into the labia. Your chest had been flat, until the nipples then the whole breasts started to swell on it. But you're just too hairy! "But you know, Edward, the spell hasn't just affected you. Look at me! I first got a tingly shivery feeling, then I felt faint and I had to sit down, but it didn't last nearly as long as you, only a few minutes. The spell has changed me too! Look at me!" She held her hands under her breasts. "My bust is fuller and higher. I've had to adjust my bra and my waist is a bit slimmer. I think my face is even changed too." It was as she had said. Her nose was smaller, her cheekbones were higher and her lips fuller. Even her figure looked different. "Yes, you're right. You're very pretty." I looked in the mirror at my own face again just feeling sick. "But I'm not." I shuddered. "I wonder what I can do now? Does your brother know about this?" "He was watching us as we underwent the changes, but he had to leave. I've phoned to tell him you're awake." She looked me up and down. "Edward, maybe you should wait a day or two to see what happens. You've more body hair than you should, but if all else fails you can try some waxing or plucking." Idly she plucked a hair from my chest. I barely felt it. She frowned and pulled another, then yet another. "Look! They're just about falling out." She grabbed handfuls, pulled, ignoring my yelps, and about half came off each time. "Well, that's a start. That's great! Maybe we'll try more later, but first, Edward, you're smelly. I sponged you down once, but you badly need a shower. Do you want me to help you? Get rid of that stale smell? Then you can get dressed too. I got you some basic women's clothing. Oh yes, shampoo your hair too!" She supported me as I lurched to the shower. I felt awkward in the female body and I must have lost about six inches in height. Still feeling sick over my hairiness I stood under the shower and rubbed my arms with the soap. I noticed some hair stripping off. It was the same with my legs. In growing amazement and delight I rubbed hard until it had all come off. My chest needed more care with the sensitive breasts but all of the male hair there finally pulled out. Even better, when I drew my hand over my chin and upper lip I saw tiny hairs on it. I rubbed more vigorously with a cloth and I saw it was covered with tiny particles of dark blonde hair . "Louise," I cried. "All the hair on my face and, and the stuff on my arms and legs is falling out." "Oh, that's a relief. What about your head? I hope you're not bald!" I felt at my hair, dreading that I might be losing it but to my relief that hair was firmly attached. "No, that's okay!" Excited, I rushed out of the shower, almost knocking her over. "All right, control yourself. Sit down!" She examined me up and down, growing satisfaction on her face. "Well, you're all red with the rubbing but that's much better. And what about down there?" Anticipating some stinging, I reluctantly parted my legs and let her pull at the pubic hair. Some stripped off easily, but most just stayed there and I was left with a smaller oval patch. Louise grinned. "Yes, quite a luxurious bush you've ended up with! Look at yourself in the big mirror now." There was no longer any doubt about my female appearance, except that I looked worn out. I sat back on the bed, relief flooding over me. "Let me see your face," Louise asked. She held my face close to a light and carefully examined me. "Yes, that looks better too. You looked a bit blotchy before but that's fading too. I bet you'll get a nice complexion. Ephraim will be pleased." "This is great!" My mood was much better than just an hour previously. "All right, but you still look tired. You should get some more rest. But I have something for you, a present to begin your new life." She handed me a bag. When I felt inside I touched a slippery material. Mystified, I pulled out a long white nylon nightdress. I blushed. "Oh, Louise, thank you!" It was sleeveless with thin straps and lace at the bust and hem. "So, put it on! It goes on over your head." It easily slid down my body and down my legs. As the semisheer material skimmed my body it was unbelievably sensual. I saw my nipples sticking out. Louise pointed and laughed. "Parts of you obviously like it. Now..." She took my hand and led me to the bed. "Time for more beauty sleep. Just lie there and have another rest." I must have been still exhausted, as I remember nothing until waking up again. I was puzzled at first with the fine smooth clothing on me until I remembered the nightdress. I felt at my chest through the lacy top to the two soft mounds of my new breasts. They felt just as wonderful as they had before did, soft, yet firm. I pressed the nipples between my thumb and forefinger, making pleasurable little twinges. I swung my legs out of the bed and stood up. I was still a little unsteady but Louise was ready holding out a white fluffy dressing gown. "Did you realize, you've slept another eight hours? It's morning! My, you do look better look much better! Another snack? But you'd better pee first." I did as she said, but by this time I was ravenous and put away a bowl of cereal and three slices of toast. "Oh, that feels good," I said. I leaned back in the chair. "So what's next?" "I think we'll wait a day just to be sure you are strong enough, as there's a lot ahead of you. You'll need a full outfit of new clothes, accessories and toiletries to start with. Yes, makeup too. Ephraim will be paying for it. Oh yes, he called earlier to say he'd be here today to check on you." She ran her fingers through my hair. "And we'd better get you to a hairdresser to do something with your hair. It looks terrible." I had had another shower and washed my hair and was sitting with Louise when we were interrupted by the entrance of Vanderveld. He stopped at the door, almost in shock, staring at us, then he smiled. "Edward? You look great. Louise has been letting me know how you were doing." He stared at me, looking increasingly pleased. "I must say I was worried at first but the spell has obviously worked. I hope it wasn't too rough on you." "Well...." said Louise. "I told you she had a rough time but she's recovered very well. She'll be even better when she's got some proper clothes and has tidied herself up. She's become an attractive woman. Her complexion has changed too. Mine too, Ephraim. Did you notice?" She rubbed her own cheeks. "The spell obviously helps women too." She gave a happy grin. "Yes, many women would kill for looks like ours." I looked closely in the mirror. My skin was now unlined, as smooth as fine china. Altogether my features were rounder, yet finer. In wonder I ran my fingertips over my cheeks. They felt very soft. I was absolutely delighted and relieved how things had turned out. " Oh, Mr. Vanderveld, thank you so much! How can I ever repay you?" "Well, Edward, you remember what we discussed? So are you going to carry on with my plan, or have you changed your mind?" "Not at all! Yes, I am ready to help you!" Louise broke in. "Well, before you get going on that, we'd better get you some clothes. Are you prepared for that? Wearing women's clothes?" "Yes, I guess so." "Then let's see!" She looked at a calendar. "Actually maybe tomorrow. We can go over to the mainland and hit one of the main shopping areas. You'll need several complete outfits, of course, and all the accessories. So we will be two days at least. I'll book a hotel room for some days so we are not running back and forward to the island. "Maybe you'd better think about what kind of stuff you want to wear. You'll definitely need to get some decent bras and panties. But then you have to decide how formally you want to dress, whether you want mainly skirts and dresses or just slacks and jeans and casual stuff. " She gave me a mischievous look. "Then if you wear skirts or dresses you'll need pantyhose or stockings and if stockings, then you'll need a girdle or garter belt to hold them up." She gave a mischievous grin. "We're not embarrassing you, are we, Ephraim?" Vanderveld gave a half smile. "Yes, this person I want to try the spell on, she is to be absolutely immersed in a female life so that she completely loses her identity. So I want her to be in skirts and dresses, stockings all the time. In fact I have rather controlling underwear in mind for her, I mean firm girdles. So maybe you should get the experience of girdles and stockings too. Do you mind?" I thought back to my talk with Hannah and I gulped. "I'm not sure." "Well, think about it," said Louise. "Myself, I usually wear slacks or jeans around the house. If I want to be more dressy I'll put on a skirt with pantyhose." Vanderveld looked me over again. "Let me say again, I am pleased with the result. Now, Edward, you've an important decision to make. I'm going to arrange some documentation for you, a driver's license, some credit cars, and a passport. Obviously we can't call you Edward. Have you thought of a girl's name for yourself? II thought you could keep the same surname." "I've always thought I liked Edith." That was the name I had imagined myself under when I fantasized about being a woman. "Then Edith it shall be. I'll get that fixed up for you. But I'll leave you now. I have urgent business to attend to. I'll be in contact with you." Vanderveld gave us a curt nod and went out. "Hmm, I thought he would stick around more," said Louise. "Anyhow, tomorrow, we should get going over to the city. I'll warn the boatman that we'll be leaving early. " She opened a drawer. "In the meantime I had got you some woman's clothing to get started. You can hardly go to these stores in your men's clothing. The fit may not be the best but it will do. I guessed at the sizes. First, here are some cotton panties." I slid them on, feeling the soft fabric close against my skin. "Now a bra. I got you a cheap cotton one. Hold out your arms." She slid the bra onto my arms and pushed the straps up to my shoulders. "Lean forward a bit." I did so and she hooked it at the back. I felt the slight tension round my chest. " I'll adjust the straps." When she was done the slight lift of the cups below my breasts felt confining, but it was not uncomfortable. "That'll do for a bit. So, first time in a bra and panties? Feel okay?" She grinned. I blushed. "I don't know. How's it supposed to feel? I've never cross - dressed. The bra feels a little tight, but it feels good." "Hold your arms up." Louise ran her fingers over the bra. "It's not too bad." She smiled. "Yeah, you've really had nothing to compare with it. I don't think it's too bad a fit but you can get properly fitted when we're shopping. By the way, you should get use to putting it on yourself." She lifted a packet. "I got you some pantyhose. This is a medium size and stretchy so they should be okay, but let me see your feet." She examined my toes and heels. "Just a bit rough! Yes, another thing that you'll have to pay attention to. You'll need soft smooth feet if you want to wear stockings or pantyhose. Come through to the bathroom and I'll smooth them off." It took a few minutes before she was satisfied with my feet. She pulled the pantyhose from their packet and bunched both legs. "Point your feet! She slipped each into a leg "Now pull them up carefully, smooth as you go. You'll need to keep your nails smooth but if your nails are rough use your knuckles and pull them on slowly and carefully or they'll rip." I gradually eased them to my thighs. The material felt fine and clinging. "Now, over your hips and pull them up to your waist." The pantyhose felt cool and smooth on my legs. I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a pretty girl in her bra and pantyhose. I thought she looked as pretty as other girls I had seen and I was please that it was now my own reflection. "Some women don't wear them but I got you a slip too." She held out an off white nylon slip for me and slid it over my head. The material felt really smooth on my body. The lacy hem came to just above my knees. " I got you a fairly simple dress". She handed me a gold colored dress. "It zips up at the back. It will do you for a start. But, before you try it on, we should try some makeup on you." She examined my face in the light tilting it this way and that. "Yes, quite nice. Hard to believe you were once a man! Sit down at this dressing table and I'll comb your hair." The first few minutes were unpleasant. My hair was knotty and tangled and I yelped a few times before she was satisfied. "That's better. Now next, you don't really need a lot, but you'll need some makeup when you go out, just like other women. Sit here and I'll get some of my own stuff." Feeling pleased with myself I waited until she returned with a handful of jars, boxes and tubes. "A little makeup will still be a nice added touch. Girls often put on most of their makeup before they put on their dresses, just so they don't spill powder or get lipstick on them. All right, to get started, I'll use this cream to clean your face." She wiped it off. "Now the next step is ..." She applied a light powder. "This evens out your complexion. Now, for highlights, a little blusher on your cheeks." I was watching in the mirror. She had said I was pretty but even so the makeup seemed to transform me. "Last, I'll put on some lipstick. This is a deep pink. It will suit your complexion but as you get more used to it you can try out different colours. Purse your lips." I did so and she carefully wiped the lipstick on them. "Make sure it follows your lip line. Now, rub your lips together, like this." The lipstick felt slightly sticky, but its faint scent was pleasant. "You can get your own cosmetics at some time. There's a dressing table in your room and I'm sure you'll become familiar with it. So how's that?" I was awestruck to see I had been transformed into a stunning beauty, that is, except for my hair. It had seemed fairly long when I was a man. Now it was much too short and severe for the lovely face that looked back at me. "Not bad at all! You'll have no trouble passing as a girl, as far as your appearance, anyway." "What about my hair?" "Oh, that'll grow. You can get a short style or we can even a get you a wig if you want." She took my hands and looked at me. "Now, some girl to girl talk. You've become as a woman. Even though it's what you wanted, your mind will have to get used to the changes in your body. In time I suppose you'll start to feel and think as a woman and have her emotions, like attraction to men! Men will be attracted to a good looking girl like you, so you'd better to learn how to handle their attention, yes and your own reactions." She grinned. "It's flattering and it's what a woman wants usually, but some men's attention can be unwelcome. You'll have to learn how to deflect their attention so they still feel good. "Now, some shoes for you." She pulled out a shoe box. "I also got you a pair of flat shoes to begin with. As you get used to things you should get some dressier shoes with higher heels. They do wonders for a girl's self-esteem. Anyway, one thing at a time!" I slipped on the tan shoes. They fit well but were much smaller and lighter than my men's shoes. Of course, my feet were much smaller too. "Where are we? All right, this is the dress I got you. It will be fine for shopping It slips over your head." This was my first proper dress. I held up my arms to let it fall around me. It came to just above my knees. "Stand still and I'll do up the zip." I heard the hiss of the zipper and suddenly it was close around my waist and bust. When I looked down I thought my bust stood out nicely. "Smooth it over your hips." I did so. It was just slightly loose over my hips and slid easily over the smooth nylon of my slip. She stood back and surveyed me. "Good enough to start with. You'll have to get used to wearing skirts and dresses so walk up and down the room here and we'll get your posture right. Get you walking elegantly. The first thing is to stand straight." For a whole hour she had me walk up and down in the room. It was strange feeling the unfamiliar flow of the dress around my female hips and thighs. She followed with practice sitting and rising, from a chair, then up from the low sofa. "Some advice. If you are wearing a loose skirt, make sure you are sitting on it so you don't end up sitting only on your stockings. Also, the most elegant way is to keep your knees together and cross your legs at the ankle. You can cross them at the knees, but it's not as elegant and if you are wearing a short skirt it will show off more of your legs. If you're not careful you may end up showing some off more than you want to. "If you do decide to wear stockings you'll have to get used to the tug of your garters, yeah, and make sure they don't show either." She stretched and yawned. "Anyway, enough for tonight. Sit down and we can have some wine. We'll get off tomorrow." We sat and chatted for a bit but soon I was yawning too. Louise patted my arm. "Off to bed with you." In my room I undressed and washed my face, thrilled with the way things were turning out. I pulled my nightie over my head. It's hem rubbed against my ankles. The dark circles of my areolas showed through the semi sheer fabric and I felt very feminine. I must have fallen asleep immediately. Actually Louise had to wake me up the next morning. "Better get up! We've a lot to do. There's coffee and muffins for breakfast." When we had cleared the dishes she shooed me to the shower and when I got out she had laid out clothes for me. "We'll be going soon." She looked out the window. "I'm not sure what the weather is doing. Take this light raincoat. If it brightens up you can leave it in the boat. You'll be getting one of your own anyway. Oh yes, I've booked a hotel room for the night to save us coming back here. We've a lot of shopping to do." "You ready then? We'll get down to the jetty." We were out the door and almost at the boat when I had a sudden attack of nerves. A slight breeze was blowing up my skirt. "I feel exposed," I complained. Louise saw me hesitating, and laughed. "You'll get used to it and don't worry about your appearance, Edith. Anyone seeing you will have no idea that you are anything other than a woman, and an attractive one at that." The boatman was called Hank. He barely glanced at us as we climbed on board. "Hank's job is to run the boat back and forward to the mainland. Other than that he spends hours fishing. I'm not sure if he even notices us. He's can keep secrets, " explained Louise. At the mainland Louise called a taxi to take us to one of the stores on her list. "All right, another lesson," she said, when we were in the cab. "Take your time when getting into a car. When you're wearing a skirt, especially if it is a tight one, the best way to get into the car seat is to back in, slide your butt onto the seat first and then swing your legs round." The taxi soon stopped in a side street. From the samples in the window of a boutique I saw it was alingerie store. "That's us here. I often use this store. Now, remember, you're just a normal girl. Yes, a pretty one. Now, out we get! Keep your head high and walk straight." I blushed and, taking a deep breath, eased myself out of the car. "Head up," Louise commanded. Once inside the boutique, she lightly held my arm. "Now first, we need to get you some bras as a basis for the rest of your clothes and your own comfort." An assistant soon pounced on us and after a half hour I owned several styles and was wearing one. It fit better than the one Louise had loaned me. "All right, that's a start. Now, next, a big decision for you, what do you want to wear, pantyhose or stockings?" She gave a wide smile. "If it's a special occasion when I'm out with Jeff I'll put on stockings with a garter belt! He likes that!" I thought about what she had said about a garter belt or girdle for my stockings but I hesitated. "Let me think about it." "Well, we don't have all day but while you're thinking about it, we better not waste time. Next, with me tailing behind, she quickly rummaged through some other racks pulling out two housecoats, three nightdresses in different colors, several packets of panties, and several slips. By that time I was feeling hungry and when Louise suggested lunch at a caf? I was more than happy. An accompanying glass of wine went down very well. Louise had arranged for the purchases to be delivered to the hotel she had booked. She grinned at me. "Ready for another go at it? This time we 'll look at some dresses and skirts for you so you now have to decide on a girdle or not with close fitting dresses or skirts. Even with a nice figure like your's, a girdle will affect how they fit, My mind was made up. I had always envied women in how they were able to shape their figures with form-fitting garments. Besides, if I was supposed to make sure that Vanderveld's intended victim wore a girdle I'd need some experience myself. "All right, yes, I'd like to get some girdles." She nodded. "All right. Let's get to it." We headed to another department store just down the street and she led me straight towards the hosiery department. "You'll need stockings for the girdle," she explained, as she checked the racks. "I got you some medium weight ones. They'll do for most purposes. If you do decide to wear stockings a lot, you can get some sheerer ones later. We'll get some pantyhose too." That accomplished, it was back to the boutique. Louise nudged me. "All right, you get to do the asking this time. Tell her what you want. Go on!" I gasped and trembled but before I could properly react the same assistant was on us. She looked surprised at seeing us again but asked if she could help us. I took a deep breath. "I'd like to get some underwear, please, some girdles." "Certainly ma'am. Any style you're after?" I had no idea but fortunately Louise broke in. "Just a couple of everyday girdles. She's got a nice figure so not too controlling. She should be fitted." The assistant raised her eyebrows at Louise's comments, but "then would you come this way, please?" she said, leading us to a fitting room. In fact it took almost an hour before we were out of the department with the purchases. I had got three girdles and Louise had suggested I wear one of them, a pull-on style, as skirts and dresses were next on our list. As we walked down the stairs from the lingerie department she stopped and eyed me up and down. "What's so funny?" I asked. "Oh, how are you finding the girdle? Is it like you thought it would be?" Maybe my hips felt a bit confined and I had to take smaller steps than usual but I actually liked the protective feeling of the girdle with the constantly changing little tugs of the garters on my stockings. The assistant had gartered my stockings very tightly. Also, I liked feel of the stockings on my legs, the tautness contrasting with the bare part of my thighs between the stocking top and the hem of my girdle. I felt very feminine. "I like it," I replied. "Oh well!" and she shrugged. We started again at more shopping and I lost count of the number of the other departments we visited, but I ended up with an enormous pile of clothes, even a hat. That needed yet another delivery to our hotel. However, after several hours of this I was exhausted. I had been in and out of fitting rooms so much that I was beginning to feel dizzy. "Aren't we finished yet?" I complained. Louise shook her head. "We have the basics. As you develop your own style and taste you'll have to do a lot more shopping yourself, but I think that's enough for the day. Ready to get back to the hotel?" Once again we had laden bags to take to the hotel. Our purchases were piling up but I was more or less outfitted and accessorized to Louise's approval. I was glad Louise had said Vanderveld would be paying for them. We ate dinner at the hotel dining room. I had, with Louise's advice, put on a smart red dress. I felt very pleased with myself but she looked at my shoes and shook her head. "You need your own shoes, and much dressier than these. So that's first on tomorrow's list." So, next day it was the shoe department for more shoes, two other flat pairs, three pairs with heels, and a pair of dressy sandals. Next we had to find some matching purses. By this time I was completely exhausted with the whole business and I just wanted to rest. Louise looked at me in exasperation and insisted holding several purses against my new coat and shoes before she had made up her mind. The sales assistant looked at me curiously but I was past caring. I thought that by this time we would be finally finished, but I had forgotten the cosmetics department and its makeup supplies. We were barely back in the hotel room when Louise flopped into a chair. "It's nice to put my feet up," she groaned. "This is hard work! We can go out for dinner later but lets relax for a bit." I actually had a nap in my underwear then made myself up and dressed under her supervision. I wore my nice new shoes, with a modestly high heel. She was right. I looked much better. After dinner we went back to the room. I undressed and put on one of my new nightdresses with a filmy peignoir. Louise did the same and we relaxed chatting, over a bottle of wine. "So, back to the island today?" I asked her at breakfast the next morning. "Yes, but first, we have to get you made up and a decent haircut. By the way I hope you are taking all of this in as it will be your turn for this acquaintance, as Ephraim calls it." "I'm puzzled. Why didn't he just get you to do all of this?" "Well, you see, he wasn't sure about the spell! He wanted to test it first. You were the guinea pig! Also, Jeff is off in the wilds of South America at present, but when he returns I want to be with him so I won't be able to spare the time. Mind you, this person, I have my own score to settle with him, so I'll be helping as much as I can." I drew in my breath. I had been a guinea pig. I wondered what would have happened if the spell had not worked properly. "Then also, Ephraim has been doing you a big favor, wouldn't you say? So you owe him big time. "Oh yes, another thing for today, have you thought about jewelry? A watch, at least a bracelet and a necklace. Maybe some dressy rings? Then, have you thought if you want to wear earrings? If so, you'd be better to get your ears pierced. That can be done when you get your haircut." My hands went to my ears. "Uh, does it hurt?" "Oh, it's over before you think about it. Your earlobes are tender for a day or so afterwards but that's all. This subject Ephraim has in mind, when he's changed, is to get multiple piercings." I shivered. I was afraid to ask what she meant. We finally got back to the island the next afternoon after a visit to a hairdresser and then lunch at a restaurant. Even with Hank helping us it took three trips to bring all my purchases from the boat. "That's a lot of money your brother is paying for all of this," I commented. Louise waved her hand. "Ah, he's rich enough! Besides, this will be practice when his victim is outfitted with woman's clothing." At the hairdresser's salon I had felt embarrassed when her eyebrows went up at my short hair but after some comments she started work and I ended with a gamin like style. Back on the island I checked my new appearance, turning my head this way and that in a mirror and compared it to models in women's magazines. II thought it looked stylish and definitely an improvement but I thought I would let my hair grow so that I could put it up or have it over my shoulders as the occasion demanded. Also, I was trying to keep from rubbing my ears, now fitted with two small golden rings. I had my ears pierced at the same time. I decided that when I got used to earrings, I would try some fancier styles. I was tired out and sat down heavily in a chair, but Louise gave me a grin. "Uh uh! No rest until this is all put away." That took us another hour and I was about dropping at the end. "I need bed," I yawned. "Come on, I'll unzip you." She slid down the zipper on the back of my dress and helped me undress. She handed me some cream and tissue. "First, you should remove your makeup, unless you want it all over the bed sheets." I grumbled a bit but I would have to get used to these rituals. Getting a supply of clothes and accessories was a major step, but in fact it would take many more weeks to get used to my new life. There were many things I had to learn. Some I managed by myself, but I needed help with others and Louise was a great support. She was continually encouraging. In the days after, when I had developed a better idea of what styles suited me I went back to the mainland and visited several boutiques that Louise recommended. The staff in these worked wonders and I ended up with many very flattering outfits. I felt very glamorous. I also needed to see a beauty consultant. I was still nervous about going out so Louise had me contact a beauty salon to explain what I wanted and made an appointment She decided my face needed more attention. My eyebrows especially were too thick! So, I had totally taken to a new life, courtesy of Ephraim. I was very happy with it and I was happy to show off my new outfits when he paid us another visit. He gave me an approving look. "You look good, Edith! And here are some things for you." He passed me a driver's license, some credit cards and even a passport, all in my name with my new photograph. "Now, I'll give you an update. My enemy is called James. I'll meet with him, drug him and then, you Edith, will read the spell to him. When he is changed to a woman he, or perhaps I should say 'she', she will be brought here to the island where you both will train her to my instructions. I don't care how severe you are with her. Humiliation will be good. He grimaced. "Unfortunately, there has been a holdup. Some business matters need my full attention so it can't be done rightaway." He looked me over again. "So Edith, how are you finding the change? No second thoughts." "I'm delighted, but still, it's strange. Yes, I love my new body and the clothes, but I'm actually getting a little bored." "I wondered about that, Edith. So, would you be willing to come back and work at the corporation until my plans are ready? I have some jobs I think you could look after." He was actually offering me a chance for another phase in my life. "Yes, Mr. Vanderveld, I'll be glad to work with you. I really owe you for what you have done for me." He nodded. "So Edith, next Monday morning? You should present yourself at the company headquarters on the mainland, about ten. Ask for me and you'll be brought to my office. I'll show you around and then outline your work to you." On Monday morning I stood outside the HQ of the Vanderveld Corporation and took a deep breath. My heart was pounding. Nervously once more I ran my fingers over my hair and smoothed the skirt of my newly purchased gray business suit over my hi