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The Unusual Case of the Vindictive Ghost Ian Broadway was finally going to get married. After the trauma of the previous failed attempt, he had been in therapy for years afterwards. He had not trusted himself to fall in love again; well not until he'd met Holly that is. She was the one who he loved, would marry and finally unlock the family fortune! Ian had just returned home from work at the Chester Sofa Emporium when his mobile phone rang. "Mr Broadway, this is Kath Saunders your neighbour here. Your fianc?e is with us in our house and I'm afraid she's had a bit of a shock. I found here passed out on the pavement an hour ago. She claims to have seen the ghost of your first fianc?e," The voice on the phone said. Ian Broadway dashed out of his car and knocked on his neighbour's house determined to ensure that Holly was safe and well. ********************************************************************** Erin Saunders was fit, sexy and Dominic Olsen had been admiring her arse all evening. He'd spent most of his remaining money taking her out for a meal and drinks. Surprisingly they'd been getting on extremely well. Dominic was short and skinny and he rarely did well with the ladies, so he was elated that everything was going so perfectly. As a college student he was always skint. Now he had a little job that was going to earn him a bundle of money for very little work and then he'd be able to wine and dine Erin for some time to come. The job was not pleasant for Dominic, but he figured it would be over quickly and it wasn't like many people would know. Erin laughed at his latest joke as he opened the door to his flat so that they could enter for 'coffee'. It wasn't as though he had any expensive coffee in the house, but it was a euphemism for what Dominic really wanted to round out the evening. Everyone understood that when you said you were going back for 'coffee' with a woman that it was a precursor to something else. "Make yourself at home and I'll go and put the kettle on," Dominic said going into the kitchen and doing just that. "Nice place," Erin said. Dominic watched from the kitchen as Erin smoothed her short skirt out and sat down on Dominic's couch. As she sat down Dominic got a nice view of Erin's cleavage down the front of her top. The kettle boiled and Dominic poured the water onto the instant coffee in the mugs. "It's only rented alas. Do you take milk and sugar?" Dominic asked. "Just milk please," Erin replied. Dominic wondered if she really did want coffee and had just come in to be polite. He sniffed the milk before putting a little in each cup to check it was still in date. He really didn't want to give his beautiful date a cup of horrible coffee, even if it was only Nescafe. Dominic brought the mismatched cups through to the living room and sat down next to Erin. "There you go," Dominic smiled as she took the cup and took a sip of the hot liquid through her perfect lips. The smile was in anticipation of what was hopefully to come. "I had a lovely time this evening," Erin said with a smile as she put her cup down on the coffee table. "It feels special." Dominic hoped he was getting the signals right as he leaned in to kiss her. At first the kiss was a light brushing of the lips, but when Erin didn't object Dominic went in with the tongue as well as moved his hand up her smooth nylons and under Erin's short skirt. Dominic's little friend started to get excited as he felt her leg and brushed closer to his ultimate goal. Then suddenly Erin pulled away from him. "I'm sorry, I don't know if I'm ready yet," she said as she stood on her heels and faced away from him towards the window. Dominic had a perfect view of Erin's peachy arse cheeks from where he was sitting and he desperately wanted it, but he knew he would have to play it carefully if he was going to achieve his goal tonight. "That's alright Erin. We can take things slowly," Dominic rose as well as came up behind her and put his arms around her waist and kissed her gently on the side of the neck. He groin was now enlarged and pointing directly at Erin's arse in front of him. No doubt should feel his toy poking into her. "I like you and everything, but ..." She left it hanging for a moment. "...but I've never, you know, been with a boy before." Dominic instantly put two and two together and made four. She was a seventeen year old virgin! This would make the conquest even spicier if he could pull it off tonight. "That's alright Erin. We won't do anything that you don't want to do," Dominic said soothingly and then kissed her lovely neck again beneath her chestnut coloured locks. He wanted to move his hands up to touch her breasts, but he knew that he couldn't hurry this. He let go of her waist and moved around to face her. Dominic gently lifted her face and noted the small tear in the corner of her eye. If she were to cry it would smudge her perfect mascara. He leaned in and gently kissed her on the forehead. "I want to, you know. It's just I'm a bit scared that I won't be any good at it and I want my first time to be special," Erin said hesitantly at last. Dominic knew that the signal to go ahead had been given, but that he would have to be a bit careful. "I'm sure you will be just perfect Erin. I could not imagine it not being heavenly with you," Dominic replied. He thought that perhaps he'd laid on the charm a bit think, but Erin responded well to it by kissing him. Dominic smiled. "Are you ready for your journey to adulthood?" He took her hand and led her into the bedroom. Erin looked up at him nervously. Was that line to cheesy he thought? There was a touch of fear in her eyes so he kissed her again. "Be gentle with me," Erin said as he unzipped the short skirt she was wearing and eased her back onto the bed. The skirt fell to the floor as her legs rose due to her falling on the bed. Underneath Dominic could see a pair of mauve striped panties beneath Erin's tights. His imagination was in overdrive now. Her delicate rose with its hymen covering it was just beneath that thin lacy layer. Dominic wanted to hurry to get at the goods, but he knew that he couldn't. He had to take this slow and easy. He took off his T shirt and unzipped his jeans before he moved in down on top of Erin and gently kissed her. He was pleased when she tentatively kissed him back. Dominic touched her shoulder gently and eased the straps of the top down as he did so. The tops of her creamy white breasts were revealed and he bent down to kiss them too. He wanted to rip her delicate panties off and plunge his throbbing member into her virgin pussy, but he stopped himself and instead made do with completely taking Erin's top off and gently sucking on her breasts. "I want you inside me," Erin said at last. That was all the invitation that Dominic needed. She eased down her panties and held them aloft before throwing them away revealing her virgin pussy. Eric lowered his own underwear to reveal his engorged cock. He'd never seen an intact hymen before and soon he would not be seeing it anymore, so he took the time to drink in its virginal beauty. Once his voyeurism was sated, Dominic plunged his erect penis through Erin's hymen into her vagina. It felt very moist down below as he began to thrust his groin into hers. It felt so good and he watched as her pert little breasts bounced up and down as he thrust. Dominic bent down to suck on those sweet nipples. Erin began to make panicky moans that he'd never heard from a girl before. "Are you OK?" he asked instead of sucking. "Is it supposed to be like this?" she replied tentatively. "Yes, you are not in pain are you?" Dominic checked with her. "No, but it feels kind of funny," Erin said. Dominic noticed that her legs were splayed but were flat on the bed. She was at the wrong angle. "Raise your legs up a bit," Dominic suggested. "The angle of entry is important so that I can hit your G-Spot," Erin raised her splayed legs in response and Dominic began pumping her again. This time she was vocal, but in a good way. "Oh my God! Oh yes, yes, yes!" Erin vocalised. Dominic suspected that she was going to be a noisy one. Dominic kept thrusting away and fondled her breasts as he went. He was so turned on by taking her cherry that he knew that he would not be able to last long, but he was doing everything he could to make it last for them both. He grunted as he continued to thrust and had to slow up a bit to prevent him from shooting forth his seed. However he couldn't resist it, and he soon began to pump hard again into Erin. She began screaming with pleasure and Dominic hoped that he neighbours in the flat next door either had ear defenders or were away. "Oh fuck!" he said as he had the most extreme orgasm that he had ever experienced. He withdrew and looked down at his cock. It was covered in blood, and indeed so were his white sheets. ********************************************************************** Erin still lived with her parents and had to get home before midnight, so having satisfied his lust Dominic was left alone in his flat. He didn't bother getting dressed again as he was going to go to bed soon. There was something else he was going to do first however. He headed into his room and went into the back of his wardrobe where he pulled out the box and lifted it onto his bed. Then he took the old jumper that his mum had given him years ago from the top of the box to reveal a flesh coloured object beneath with a mass of blonde hair atop. Dominic pulled the mask and the wig out of the box, feeling very strange inside as he did so. The empty eye sockets of the mask stared back at him. Though he didn't want to, he knew that he would have to practice. Being with Erin all evening had given him the inspiration to model his other self on. He slipped the mask over his head and straightened it so that the eye sockets, mouth and nose holes all aligned correctly. Next he put the long blonde wig over his head on top of the mask. When he did this for real, he'd probably have to glue it on, but now was just practice. When he looked in the mirror he saw an attractive blonde haired woman's head a top his manly body. Perhaps he might be able to pull this off. Next he withdrew a corset from the box and fitted it around his midriff. He'd never really seen a girl in one; well not one that wasn't on the telly anyway. He reached around behind his back and began to tighten the laces on it. On the initial attempt he wasn't satisfied with the shape, so he tried again and pulled harder before lacing it up. There was just one more thing left in the box and that too was made of latex and flesh coloured. He felt a shiver go down his spine when he held it up in front of him as it looked like a rather deflated woman. He felt really odd; what he was doing was completely wrong and yet his dick was twitching again with excitement at the prospect. The suit looked like a deflated woman with her breasts and rear sticking out. When Dominic looked inside the suit through the opening at the back he noted the padding around the hips and bum as well as two tubes. One tube had a hole he could put his penis in it and pee out of the urethra, and the other one came to an end and connected to the vagina. Dominic started to slip his legs into the suit one at a time and pull it up over his hips. It took him some time fiddling about trying to get his erect penis into the right hole. In the end he pushed it into a hole only to find it puncture through the hymen on the other side of the vagina. Dominic decided to leave it for now and pulled up the top part and put his arms into the latex arms of the suit. He struggled to reach around his back to pull the zip up. He had decided to put on the pair of high heel s that were in the bottom of the box to practice walking in them for when he had to do this for real. He tottered on the heels for a few steps and then promptly fell over hitting his erect penis on the floor as he did so. Dominic crawled back to the wicker sofa in his bedroom and sat on it, splaying his legs to try and cool down his throbbing penis that was still sticking out the front of his fake vagina. He decided that this simple little job was going to be harder than he thought. He hadn't even got to the twenty page dossier on the woman that he was supposed to be for the day yet. He decided that he was going to need more practice if he was going to be able to do this and earn the money. He decided that maybe he'd practice after college tomorrow before he met his benefactor. For now he had some bloody sheets to change. ******************************************************************* It was Saturday morning in the Danforth household. Baby Cerys was quiet for a change and Anthony was sat around waiting for the post. Anthony was not being quiet like his daughter however, he was pacing the room ranting. "I can't believe that bitch Theresa. You know that she's ripped up all our business cards so that she can add her own name on them as a partner," Anthony ranted. "Look you can't let her wind you up. She'll just score it as a win; you know what she's like," Anwyn replied reasonably. "I know exactly what she's like and I didn't like it when she wheedled her way into the business. Mark is such a soft touch and he can't say no to his damned wife," Anthony replied. Even now Theresa set his teeth on edge. "You've just gotta learn to ignore her. Either that or I'll come to the office and sort the nasty woman out for you," Anwyn told him none too seriously. "Oh would you? She's even tried to wrap Phillip around her little finger. She's been so nice to him and she's been bitching about Angela to him behind her back," Anthony was only semi-serious in his reply, but he wasn't joking about Theresa's attempts to turn Phillip against Angela. "My poor baby!" Anwyn came over and stopped her husband pacing by giving him a big hug. After she finished the hug, Anwyn gave Anthony a cheeky slap on the bum. "Ow! What was that for?" Anthony said in mock hurt. "That was for being an utter wuss in the face of that bitch dragon Theresa. You are a big boy now, or should I say you're a big girl now when you're at work and you don't need me to fight your battles for you," Anwyn told him firmly. The morning post just dropped through the door and Anwyn headed over to pick it up from the mat. Anthony watched as she sorted through it and strolled back over to him with three of the four letters in her hand. "We seem to get more mail for Angela than we get for either you or me these days," She told him. "Why am I not surprised, she has already taken over the rest of our lives," Anwyn scanned the last envelope. "Oh and this one is hers too. It's a special offer from Kay's Catalogue for 50% off casual and work wear. Hey I could use some more work clothes and Cerys is growing up too." "How did we go from Theresa to Angela's clothing habits?" Anthony asked. "It's a common subject around here," Anwyn replied dryly to him as Anthony began to open the first envelope addressed to Angela Clemence. There was a letter inside it and Anthony began reading the contents. Dear Angela, I guess you know I've been trying to get myself together again after my disastrous attempt to get wed five years ago. It's been hard for me to cope with what happened then and I've not been able to think about my dad's legacy until recently, when I finally met the right woman again. She's been a fantastic help in trying to get my head straight and I think she is the one for me. Indeed we are planning on getting married in two weeks time, but we have been having some really strange experiences recently. I had a letter from the executors of our mother's estate last year that listed you as one of the beneficiaries of her will. They were concerned that you had not collected the ring and jewellery that mum left you. I know that you and mum didn't always get on when we were young Angela, but I'd hoped you had patched it all up by now. I'm hoping that you are not upset with me as well, but I had the executors give me your address. I know we haven't spoken since my aborted wedding, and I was kind of hoping that it had all blown over now and that you are cool with it. When I found out you were a Private Investigator everything fit into place and I knew I had to see you again. Look, I need your help Angela with some very strange goings on and there is no one else in the world I trust than you baby sister. Please come to our house at the address above and help me. I don't know where else to turn. Your Loving Brother, Ian Broadway. Anthony never had looked up Angela's half-brother like she had promised Mrs Clemence, and now Ian was writing to Angela begging for her help. Anthony was feeling bad that he'd failed to follow through on his promise to a dying old lady. Now the perfect chance to make right on that promise had arisen Anthony knew what he (or rather Angela) had to do. "Damn, take a look at this," Anthony showed Anwyn the letter. He waited as she read the short letter and looked back up at him. "Well?" "I'd say you've got an obligation to fulfil. You haven't had a holiday since the firm started. Why don't you take some time off and get out of the office. Taking time away from Theresa sounds like a good move at the moment," Anwyn replied. Of course she was right as usual. He had promised Angela's mum that he would look after her half-brother and he'd singularly failed to do anything in that direction so far. "Alright, but if you're coming too, then we'd have to work out who you and Cerys are relative to Angela," Anthony replied. "Simple, I'll be your assistant," Anwyn said. "Holmes had Watson. Morse had Lewis. All good detectives have them." "They don't tend to have small children along for the ride," Anthony commented. "Well no, but all the detectives have something special, something unique about them," Anwyn replied. "You don't think Angela has something special already about her?" Anthony enquired curiously. ******************************************************************** The Reverend Gareth James had been running the local church for a couple of years now ever since the previous vicar had unfortunately died. Ian's fianc?e Holly Taylor had known the old man very well, but had not really warmed to the new young clergyman. Reverend James was of the school of happy clappy preachers and Holly liked her church services much more traditional. They had to see him however to discuss the banns that he would be reading at the service on the weekend. "I have not seen either of you in our Church over the past year," Reverend James stated. It was a fact but it also was made to sound like an accusation. "I used to come regularly," Holly replied. Ian knew why she had stopped coming but they couldn't tell the vicar that. "She has had a number of nervous attacks this year and she has become nervous around crowds," Ian offered by way of explanation. "I hope you understand." "Oh, of course," Reverend James replied, though it was clear on his face that he was less than happy. "We are all God's children and we all have our little inadequacies." It was not the sympathy that the old Vicar would have given them. "You will be coming to church tomorrow evening for the reading of the banns though won't you?" The Reverend pressed. They had no choice really if they wanted to get married in Holly's local church. "Of course we will Reverend James. My fianc?e will endeavour to overcome her fears despite the fright she had the other night," Ian replied. "Oh dear, what was that?" Ian hoped that the new Vicar would at least be able to get some sympathy into his voice, though he obviously was not good at that. "She thought she saw a ghost again. The ghost of my ex-fianc?e from five years ago," Ian replied. "There is no such thing as ghosts. Well, except the holy ghost of course." This young trendy vicar really didn't have much sympathy in him. "Well it's just something that no one can say for certainty," Ian had spent quite a while sorting his own mind out after the whole debacle with his first attempt at marriage so he could sympathise with his fianc?e's current difficulties. There was almost certainly a logical explanation for all of this, but Ian was not going to pour scorn on the love of his life by doubting her word. He did wonder however why this ghost was targeting her rather than him. Ian hoped that his letter had reached his half-sister Angela and that she would come up next week and help him with all of this. "I think you've been watching too many of these 'Ghost Hunter' shows on the television Mr Broadway. It's all just TV trickery," Reverend James replied. "I'd have thought that as a believer, you'd have had more of an open mind about this sort of thing," Ian asked. "Look, faith is a very personal thing Mr Broadway. You don't see God, you feel his presence in everything that you do. Seeing a ghost is clearly nonsense," The Vicar replied. Ian watched as Holly squirmed a bit in her chair at that. She was clearly still very upset about both the incidents and it had been fortunate that the neighbour had found her and cared for her after she'd fainted each time. "Well I'm sure that has reassured us," Ian replied sarcastically to the vicar. He wasn't sure if the Reverend James would get the sarcasm or not. "If that is all then I'll be taking my fianc?e back home and we'll see you tomorrow for the banns." Ian Broadway led Holly out of the vicar's office fairly rapidly. Once he was out of earshot of the young vicar he whispered to Holly. "Don't listen to that idiot, we'll get this all sorted out." ********************************************************************* Evie Taylor sat in her bedroom and looked over at the light blue bridesmaid's dress that was hanging on the outside of the wardrobe on a hanger. She was a young woman and she should have been more than happy at being offered the chance of being a bridesmaid, but Evie Taylor had a secret that only one other person in the world knew. Deep down inside her psyche she was really a felon by the name of Wesley Caplain who had been conditioned by Professor Munro to believe that he was a woman called Evie Taylor. The conditioning had gone pretty deep, but there were things that were missing, that could never completely make Wesley into a whole woman. One of those was the sheer joy of the experience of being a bridesmaid. It had been three weeks since he had taken over the life of Evie Taylor and he had already adjusted to working at the Northern Bank. He'd also gotten used to having Evie's boyfriend Gwyn Mattherson screwing Evie's brains out at weekends. Wesley was not sure if it was the Professor's conditioning or the feelings of the suit, but he was starting to enjoy sex as a woman. Wesley had been petrified the first time but the idiot Gwyn hadn't noticed any difference in his fianc?e. Wesley had felt a strange erotic terror that he (as Evie) had been required to attend the funeral of Gwyn's father, Eric during that first week. After all Eric was the man whom Wesley had callously murdered whilst dressed up as sexy a nurse. It was even stranger when the evening after the funeral, Gwyn had almost torn off her black dress, fondled Evie's lovely tits and screwed her brains out. Evie had been a passive and supportive lover throughout the whole experience, whilst inside the suit, Wesley's psyche had gotten off on being able to make a man so desperate to screw the woman he appeared to be. Gwyn had not explained the cause of the event, and the whole subject was dropped the next day when Evie headed back to her own flat. Evie looked at the big dress again. She knew that she would need to try it on to see if it still fit the new Evie Taylor. Whilst Wesley had drastically slimmed down and done everything he could to get into Evie's clothes, these dresses were often made to measure by hand. Evie gave a little feminine sigh and got up from the bed to bring the dress down from its hanger. She would need to try it now before the final fitting on Wednesday as there would only be a few days to get it altered next week. Wesley was sure there would be a few adjustments required, as although the suit was a good match for the real Evie's body, it was not perfect. She would then need to hunt through Evie's messy address book to see if she could find the number of the seamstress or shop who'd made it. Professor Munro's file on Evie's life had been fairly comprehensive but alas it had not included every single little detail. Evie held the dress against her frame to see if it would suit her and she was surprised to see that it probably would match her colouring well. Evie hung the dress back up for a minute and then unzipped the back of her dress. She eased the dress down past her hips and let it drop to the floor before stepping out of it revealing a pair of yellow cotton slip-panties and a plain white bra. Evie had a week off work at the bank to prepare for the wedding of her sister. She had a dossier from the Professor on Evie's sister and Wesley had taken time to read through it again. The idiot Gwyn might not have noticed the difference in Evie, but the more perceptive Holly might see through her. Plus, she would have to survive the Hen night on the Wednesday yet which would be full of real women. All that and then she still had to start getting the Professor's plan into action. Evie sighed as she slipped into the dress and pulled it up over her new hips. She would probably need to wear it with a slip when she went to the wedding, but for now her bare legs would need to do. She pulled the dress up over her shoulders and adjusted it around her breasts before trying to do the zip up at the back. It was tight, very tight. It must have been made to fit Evie's form exactly. The new Evie eased the zip back down and padded back into the living room in her undergarments to look for the seamstress's number. ******************************************************************** Anthony had gotten into the office early that Monday morning and changed into Angela before everyone else in the office had arrived. As was usual for her, she was wearing a little low cut flowery dress revealing more cleavage than perhaps was wise for businesswoman. Anthony knew that Angela's rather sexy attire really distracted both Mark and annoyed the hell out of Theresa. Which was precisely why he chose this particular dress this morning for Angela to wear. Angela was just sorting out some clothes and putting them in a suitcase when Mark and Theresa came into the office. Anthony could hear Theresa's heels clonking on the wooden floor in the main office with a sense of inevitability about it. Anthony steeled himself ready for the argument, but it was Mark who entered Angela's office and not Theresa. "What ho partner! Good weekend?" Mark asked personably as he couldn't help himself staring at Angela's assets. "It was certainly an interesting one I think. Mark," Sighed Angela. "I have to take the week off. I have some personal business I need to take care of," Angela said without her usual flirtiness. "I don't see why not; we only have one case at the moment and Phillip and I can handle that. Going to spill the beans on what it is?" Mark asked. "It's Angela's half-brother. He's getting married," Angela replied. "Oh, I see," Mark understood the issue and didn't really know what to say. "You'll need to fill in a holiday form." "What?" Angela replied incredulous. There were only four of them working in the office, why did they need a holiday form. "It's one of Theresa's new initiatives," Mark replied, making no comment on the practical use of this innovation. "Fine, I'll go and fill in the form," Angela said putting several pairs of knickers, bras and tights into the case. Theresa was making herself comfortable in her chair, her nylon clad legs crossed near the ankles. She had decided to go for a bit of power dressing this morning, no doubt to make a statement to Angela, wearing a pin striped skirt suit, heels and cream blouse. She had ensured that her desk was next to Mark's to make sure that she was seen as his equal and Angela's was in the annex with Phillip. She looked up and scowled when Angela approached her desk. "I need your new holiday form. I didn't get the memo about needing to fill it in," Angela said snippily. "Oh didn't I tell you? I'm sure I did the other day by the coffee machine but as usual you weren't listening to a word I was saying," Theresa snarked back. "It's often easier that way, since then I can concentrate on important things in the business," Angela countered. "You always were a nasty piece of work Angela, and I can't see that has changed much," Theresa said huffily. "Ladies, please stop the pitch battle." Mark came back in to end the hostilities. "Theresa honey, could you get the form. Angela if you would then just fill it in, we can all move on." Theresa went into the filing cabinet and produced a piece of paper from it which she handed over to Angela. Angela took it and spun on her heels to go back into her office. She was not going to go through the indignity of filling the form in whilst still in front of Theresa. She'd decided to take her time packing, before filling it in and giving it to Theresa at the last possible minute. That way there would be no chance that Theresa could complain about any mistakes. ********************************************************************* Ian had gone to work on Monday morning. He hadn't managed to get time off from his job until Thursday, so Holly was left on her own for the day. She had to phone her chief bridesmaid Martha Wendell when she was on her lunch break at work to help plan the Hen night, but for now she was on her own. When she went to the fridge to get milk for her cereal she realised that they'd run out and that she'd need to head around to the local shop. On her way back Holly stopped to look around behind her, nervous about the ghost appearing again. She heard footsteps behind her. Dare she look around? Was it the ghost following her again? She quickened her steps to try and get home before the ghost caught her. Why was it targeting her, she hadn't done anything wrong. Ian hadn't told her much about his first wife or what had happened to her, other than that she had attacked him and he had defended himself. The ghost was definitely following her she was sure. She started to run for the house now that she could see it in the distance at the end of the road. Holly reached the door panting, dropping the milk and fumbling into her handbag for her keys to the door. She couldn't get the key in the lock, her hands were shaking too much to slot it into the hole. "Excuse me, I'm looking for Ian Broadway's house. Number forty-seven; is this it?" a woman's voice asked. Holly turned around and drew a sharp intake of breath and nearly fainted there and then, but seeing as it was not the ghost she managed to retain her consciousness. "Err, yes he's my fianc?e," she replied between gasps as she turned around. Behind her was a red haired woman wearing a green suit and a pair of matching green heels. In the distance down the street she could see another mousy brown haired woman leaning out of the door of a car. "You must be Holly. I'm Angela Clemence and I'm Ian's half-sister," the red head said offering her hand to Holly. Holly tried to calm herself down, by taking a deep breath before taking the woman's hand. Her grip was strong and Holly was relieved when she let go. "That is my assistant Anwyn Danforth," The red head added. "Err you'd both better come in. Ian's at work and won't be back till this evening, but I can make you a cup of tea," Holly offered as she regained some composure. ********************************************************************* Ian checked the clock again but it was still not lunch time no matter how many times he looked at it. The phone rang. "Hi Ian, its Graham here," his best friend and best man for the weekend said at the other end of the phone. "The stag do is going to be starting at 7:30 on Wednesday night in The Feathers." "OK. I assume you have all the entertainment lined up?" Ian replied. He was somewhat suspicious of what his friend had planned. Graham was known as a bit of a practical joker at school and from what he'd heard from Graham's work mates that hadn't changed much. "Certainly have my man. It's going to be awesome," Graham told him. "I don't suppose you are going to tell me more about it then?" Ian asked. "You bet your life I'm not going to tell you!" Graham replied. Ian knew he would say that. Graham was always scheming and wasn't going to give up his scheme easily. "Look mate, don't do anything that will cause Holly to have to castrate you will you," Ian joked. His wife would not even hurt a fly, but it was good to remind Graham not to get too carried away with his japes. "Look you know me. It's just a bit of harmless fun," Graham told him. Knowing Graham he would be left naked half way to Scotland without so much as a penny. That was one of the reasons that Holly insisted on having the Stag do mid-week. "It better be Graham," Ian told him. "Holly wants me back in one piece without any damage so I can get hitched at the weekend." "Don't worry Ian. I'll get you to the Church on time. That doesn't mean that there won't be a few surprises on the way for you. See you Wednesday," Graham told him as he hung up. Ian wondered just what he meant by that last comment. ******************************************************************** Holly had even brought some little fairy cakes out for Angela and Anwyn to go with the tea that she had made. "Ian hasn't really spoken a lot about you Angela," Holly told her. "He mentioned that he had a half-sister of course, but I've only ever seen some very old photos from his album. You look quite different in the flesh." Anthony hoped that he didn't look that different as Angela and that Ian would still recognise 'her' as his half-sister. Anthony had no way to know what the real Angela's voice was like or indeed what she had really been like, so he could be in real problems here. The only thing in his favour was that at least he looked like the real Angela. "I hope the years have been kind," Angela replied to Ian's fianc?e. Inwardly Anthony was thinking 'and no one notices the differences' to himself. "You're looking very good," Holly complimented Angela. How much of a likeness were those photos? Anthony had no idea but decided he?d have to bluff it out. ?I like to keep myself in shape," Angela replied quickly. Anwyn had to stop herself sniggering next to him. ?Why don?t you tell us a bit about the strange experience that frightened you Holly?? It was a bit forward, but Anthony had to start getting the facts of the case. Holly sipped nervously at her tea before answering. It was almost as if she dreaded telling the story. ?You know all about Ian?s last attempt at getting married and what happened don?t you?? Holly started nervously. ?Yes of course, but why don?t you tell it all again so that my assistant can get down all the details," Angela replied with a friendly smile. She had to nudge Anwyn to get a pad and pen out. ?Oh very well. I was hoping to short cut all that," Holly said matter of factly. It was obvious she didn?t want to recount what had happened but now she was obliged to. ?Ian?s father was an eccentric and had put a stipulation in his will that Ian would only get the majority of his fortune once he was happily married. He was an old fashioned sort, who believed that the lady in a marriage should be a virgin, so the stipulation was that the bride had to be certified as a virgin else Ian would not get any money and it would go to the local dog?s home instead. I?m to go to the doctor on the morning of the Wedding to get a signed affidavit to prove my credentials in that matter.? ?Anyway Ian met an apparently nice young girl called Jaqueline Hunter who told him that she was a virgin. They fell in love, they had so many things in common. This was of course not a surprise once you realise that the young girl was not really a woman at all but some pervert called Jeffrey Minter in a realistic skinsuit of a woman. This Chesterton character was a former employee at the same company as Ian who had heard him recount the details of his father?s will. He?d got to know Ian and had found out all about what Ian liked so that he could create the perfect little woman to entrap him.? ?Of course Ian couldn?t make love to her, not if he wanted the money to come his way. So it wasn?t until his wedding night that he found out that she was not who she claimed to be. You see the disguise wasn?t as good as this Jeff Minter thought and they ended up fighting instead of making love in the matrimonial bed. Ian fighting for his life against a man who he?d previously thought was his wife, managed to grab a lamp and smashed it against the fake woman?s head. He hit his assailant so hard that it gave his attacker permanent brain damage. Jeff Minter ended up nothing more than a vegetable, before his family finally decided to turn off the life support system.? ?The marriage was annulled and Ian was cleared of any assault charges, but the whole thing still had a deep effect on him. He was in counselling for years. It is only now that he?s been able to date again. I was fortunate to meet him and we connected. Initially I was shocked at being asked to take a DNA test, but once I understood the history of it, I didn?t object.? ?So anyway recently I have begun seeing Jaqueline Hunter around the place, or at least someone or something that looks like the ?figure? in Ian?s old photos. I have a bit of a nervous issue and I?m afraid I?ve fainted several time now after having encountered this ghost. The nice woman next door, Mrs Saunders, found me a couple of times now and brought me around with a nice cup of tea. I guess it must be just my imagination running away with things or something. It?s silly really. Ian shouldn?t have worried you about it all Angela." Holly seemed embarrassed by the whole affair. ?Perhaps we could talk with Mrs Saunders and see whether she saw anything?? Angela asked kindly. ?Yes, I guess so. She should be back later, probably before Ian gets home from his work," Holly replied. She quickly changed the subject. ?Now how about you Angela? Being a detective sounds exciting. You must have some interesting stories to tell.? ?Well yes I do. Perhaps I should tell you the tale of Mrs Brevin?s lost pooch Pomfry. The trail was long cold by the time we took up the case, but there was one important clue that had been left behind in the dining room floor." With that Angela launched into the full tale and Anwyn knew that it?d be another three cups of tea before her husband in the guise of his alter ego would finish. ********************************************************************* Mrs Katherine Saunders came home around 4pm with several bags of shopping in her hand. She was just locking her old beat up Ford Escort when a well-dressed red-headed woman came out of the next door neighbour?s house and started walking over to her. ?Hello, can I help you?? she asked the well-heeled woman. ?Hello, Mrs Saunders? I?m Angela Clemence. I?m Ian?s half-sister." The woman smiled and held out her hand to Katherine Saunders. She took it and shook it, revealing several old fashioned rings on her hand as she did so. ?Oh right. You?re bridesmaid number two," Kath Saunders said as a sudden brainwave hit her. ?I don?t know about the numbering system, but I think I?m down for that duty. Can I ask you a couple of questions about the day you found Holly on the ground after she fainted?? Angela asked her doing her best to put on a disarming smile. ?I guess so. What do you want to know?? Kath said perplexed. ?Can you tell me what happened when you found her?? Angela asked. Kath Saunders had to think for a moment before she replied. ?Well I was just coming home from shopping, a bit like today. I?d got kippers for Derek?s and Erin?s tea, but Erin never came home that night. I think she?s got some boy, though I don?t want Derek to find out as he?ll skin the kid alive.? ?Anyway I saw a glint in my rear view mirror and it turned out to be Holly?s ring glinting in the sunlight. She was laid out on her lawn outside her house. It looked like she?d had a tumble and she didn?t come round when I tapped her on her shoulder, so I struggled to lift her inside to my place. I thought I could bring her round with some smelling salts and if not I?d call an ambulance. Fortunately the smelling salts did the trick. I made her a cup of tea and she told me that she thought she?d seen a ghost. I must say I was a bit doubtful about that part," Katherine Saunders concluded, looking into the house as though she was keen to get away. ?Thank you. Was there anything else you noticed? Footprints or any sign of where the ghost might have passed?? Angela pressed. Kath thought again for a moment. ?Oh no, not that I remember seeing," she concluded. ?That?s very odd. A ghost and no sign of its passage. Thank you for your help." Katherine Saunders watched the red head for a second as she headed back to the Broadway?s house before she did the same to her own house. ********************************************************************* Reverend Gareth James would occasionally get donations for the church jumble sale, but today he got a trawl that exceeded his expectations. ?Mrs Ferndale, these are truly beautiful quality dresses. Are you sure that these are donations?? he said as he held up a particularly nice blue patterned dress against his body. ?Oh yes, that?s last season?s stuff. I wouldn?t be seen dead in these now," Mrs Ferndale replied. ?I?m sure that the poor can make use of it.? ?I?m quite sure that someone will make use of it," the vicar corrected stroking the material. ?Oh well I don?t mind who has them vicar as long as they go to a good cause. I know that you desperately need the funds to repair the roof.? ?Yes indeed we do, we are a desperately poor parish. Sometimes we must do anything to help the house of God," The vicar concluded. ********************************************************************* Ian Broadway came home around 6:30pm and was surprised to find his half-sister, her assistant Anwyn together with a small baby and his fianc?e all chatting merrily away. Ian had not seen his half-sister for a number of years now and he was afraid that she was still being distant to him after his last attempt at a wedding. Physically she had not changed much and she still looked young and beautiful. Her taste in clothes had changed, she had moved away from slacks and blouses and now was wearing a white business suit with a short skirt and heels. Perhaps this was down to her new job, but the tone of her voice had changed a bit also. Had she been smoking heavily since they had last met? ?Ian, this is my assistant Anwyn and her daughter Cerys. We came as soon as we could," Angela told him. At least she was concerned about his well-being now. Five years of silence from her had made him think that she didn?t care. ?Ange, it?s good to see you again." Ian went in for a hug and was overpowered by his sister?s perfume. She really had gone for the whole power dressing business now. Angela hugged him back and then backed away. ?Ian, I think you?ve made a wonderful choice in Holly this time around. I never did approve much of the last one," Angela told him. Now she tells me that! Ian thought to himself. She?d never really mentioned it before, but then she was often drunk as a skunk. It seemed this new job had really straightened his sister out and made her more responsible and honest. Ian never thought he?d see the day. ?Thank you. I know Holly will appreciate that. How about you? You have a new job, new clothes, and a new attitude. Have you got a new beau? I was surprised you didn?t bring your latest boyfriend with you. I know I asked you here in a professional capacity, but you could have brought a man along," Ian thought back to Angela?s previous boyfriends and inwardly shuddered at the thought of the previous losers she had brought along to see him. ?I need Anwyn to write up the notes I?m afraid Ian and I?ve been far too busy with work to worry about men at the moment," Angela told him. ?Well I wouldn?t worry too much about being left on your own during the dancing in the evening. I have a number of single friends who?ll no doubt all be queueing up to get a dance with you if you know what I mean," Ian smiled, hoping it would put Angela at ease, but she seemed more nervous and uncomfortable now. ?We?ll see," she said at last. ?I need to concentrate on this case though. We?ve already been and spoken to Mrs Saunders next door. Tomorrow I think we?ll arrange to meet up with Holly?s chief bridesmaid, Martha wasn?t it?? Holly nodded in response. ********************************************************************* Martha Wendell was already waiting nervously from them in the Starbucks next day, sipping her coffee when Angela, Anwyn and Cerys arrived. Martha was in her early thirties but was dressed younger and more casually with straight dark hair. She seemed to want to cling to her youth, even as she was getting older. Angela had found out from Holly that her ?best friend? and Chief Bridesmaid had only actually been afforded that status for the past six months. It was strange that a woman that she?d known for a very short period of time had suddenly been elevated to the position of Chief Bridesmaid when in theory that job (according to Anwyn) usually went to a friend from childhood. ?Martha, it?s good of you to take some time to meet us. I wanted a chance to talk before we met up for the fitting on Wednesday. I really hope that Holly adding me to the list of bridesmaids won?t cause any problems," Angela said kindly as Anwyn went to change Cerys in the mother and baby room. She offered Martha her hand and she stood to shake it before sitting back down again. ?It?s not really my problem. It?s going to be more of an issue though if the bridal shop doesn?t have a dress in your size though. What size were you again?? Martha asked as Angela smoothed her skirt and sat down in the chair opposite. ?I?m a size 14. I hope that won?t be an issue. How much did you say they were?? Angela asked. ?They?re ?950, or at least mine was when I paid for it two months ago," Martha replied. Anthony as Angela wondered if he could get away with it on his expense account, but then he remembered that Theresa was now perusing all spending like a hawk. He sighed as that would now have to come out of his and Anwyn?s savings. ?Well we just have to hope that they have one in my size," Angela replied, though Anthony actually was hoping just the opposite. Martha nodded and sipped her coffee. ?So how did you first meet Holly then?? Angela enquired. ?Oh, we met at Bingo of all things!? Martha replies. ?My mother likes to play and she?s old enough that she can?t get there on her own now. Do you play?? Anthony thought this sounded like a perfectly normal occurrence, but wondered how this had developed into a lasting friendship. ?No, I?ve never really enjoyed that kind of thing, but maybe one day you, me and Holly and can have a go together? So how did you become friends then?? Angela quickly pressed before Martha got around to setting up a Bingo date. ?Oh well we both enjoyed going out and dancing. Holly had just moved here and didn?t really know too many people. You know that she?s an orphan don?t you?? Anthony didn?t but filed it away under useful information. ?Well she?d lived in the same town as her sister Evie for most of her life, but had come here to Chester as she had got a job in a call centre. It was difficult for her to make friends at work, what with having to be on the phone all the time. So when we got talking I suggested that we go out together for some fun girl?s nights out. That was where I introduced her to Ian," Martha told her as Anwyn came back. ?So you already knew Ian then?? Angela probed. ?Oh yes, we?ve know each other since school," Martha added. ?We met briefly at Ian?s last wedding if you remember but I didn?t get much of a chance to talk with you Angela," Anthony didn?t remember. He wasn?t there and couldn?t confirm or deny it. Still he had to take it as read that she wasn?t lying about this. ?Vaguely, I was out of it a bit that day," Angela replied trying not to sound too nervous. ?So you knew about the will and Ian?s dad?s bequest then?? Angela pressed again Anthony remembered Ian?s comment about drink and hoped that he?d hit the nail on the head. ?Yes you?d had a few too many. I never got on with the fake woman, who?d arranged all her own bridesmaids for the event. I never thought she was right for him, whereas Holly truly is the right one. We really hit it off. She even comes around sometimes now that she?s given up her job and helps me care for my mother.? ?That?s nice of her," Angela commented. Anthony decided he needed to ask a more direct question about the situation. ?What do you think about this ghost then?? ?Someone is obviously playing silly buggers. I don?t know why. Maybe Holly has a rival who wants to get at Ian?s fortune and is trying to frighten her to death? I don?t know. I wish she?d called the police about it though, but Ian didn?t want the embarrassment after the last time when the whole thing got into the papers. Angela made a mental note to check the archives to see what they said. ********************************************************************* Tuesday was a college day for Dominic, finishing around 4pm after his film studies class at Chester College. He managed to get home half an hour afterwards. Dominic quickly donned the suit again and began to get dressed in a black patterned sundress that the mysterious stranger had provided. He couldn?t face burying his dick in the fake pussy, so he once again let it poke out from within the fake vagina. He didn?t bother with any underwear and he quickly left the house with a handbag over his shoulder. He had to meet the mysterious man who had promised him the money if he pulled off this little joke in the park. The man said he had to convince him that not only would he do it, but that he could pull it off before he would pay Dominic the first half of the money. He added a pair of sunglasses so that he couldn?t be recognised and then slipped on the heels. Dominic felt funny walking down the streets in a dress and heels. He kept thinking that people were looking at him. Given that he was a beautiful looking girl now with a pair of beautiful breasts, the odds were that he was probably right. The park was deserted in the early evening. It was too early for the creeps and doggers to come out and too late for the parents with their children. Still there were a few people walking through and Dominic looked anxiously at each to see whether they were the strange looking guy who?d given him the suit. He was there for around ten minutes before the guy in the trench coat shuffled along. The guy looked like a flasher and Dominic was nervous going up to him. ?Not at all bad Mr Olsen. If you tucked your dick in and wore some underwear so that there wasn?t a bulge coming out of your dress, I?d nearly have bought it," The strange man told him. Dominic checked to make sure there was no one else around and lifted his dress to reveal his hard on. ?You mean this? Proves I?m a real man!? Dominic said in a display of macho emotion in contrast to the suit and clothes he was wearing. ?You better not do that when you are giving him his birthday surprise Mr Olsen," The stranger warned. ?The money is dependent on you trying to stay in character as the groom?s inteded for half an hour. Then we?ll all jump out and give him the surprise of his life. As long as you can do that you?ll get the rest of the money. Now try the voice.? Dominic wasn?t expecting this. He hadn?t really done much practising on a voice. He wasn?t really an impressionist let alone good at doing women?s voices. He tried pitching his voice several octaves above its normal contralto. ?Why hello there big boy! Would you like me to come and play?? Dominic said in his high pitched voice. Hey what a babe I am! ?That?s going to need some work. Play the tape I gave you and practice the voice. I?ll dock you ?500 if you don?t do it well," The stranger informed him. Shit this guy was serious and there wasn?t much time till Saturday. ?Yeah well it?s a work in progress. You got the money. I did what you asked and dressed up like a babe. This better not be a wind up matey boy to make me look silly," Dominic threatened. ?No, this aint no wind up Mr Olsen and I really need you to fulfill your end of the bargain." The stranger reached into his trenchcoat and pulled out a bundle of notes. ??500 as a downpayment for this demonstration. The remaining ?1,000 when you complete the job. If you are really convincing then and the groom is really taken in then I?ll double that to ?2,000.? Two and a half grand! Shit this guy is really desperate. Mind you so am I? I wouldn?t do this unless I was desperate. ?I?ll be really good come Saturday. I?ll be the perfect little pussy whipped girly for you don?t worry," Dominic told the stranger as he counted out the notes. It was all there. ?Alright, just don?t screw up. We?ll be watching and we know where you live if you back out now," the stranger concluded. ******************************************************************** Holly was late for her final appointment for the fitting of her wedding dress. She couldn?t get Ian to come with her; it was bad luck for the groom to see the Wedding dress before the day so she?d asked her sister to come along too. Since Evie needed to get some adjustments made to her bridesmaid?s dress too it was ideal for the two of them to meet there. Holly hadn?t seen too much of Evie in the past year; the hen night had been the first time they had got together in months. Evie had been busy with her own rich beau that she?d been dating for a couple of years now. It was ironic that both sisters had landed rich, gorgeous and kind prospective husbands. Holly parked up her car quickly and fished out some change from her purse to put in the meter. When she got to the shop she dashed in through the door past two other women admiring one of the dresses in the window. She was still panting as apologised for being late to her sister. Evie was already there and was checking the adjustments to her bridesmaid?s gown on the turntable with three mirrors surrounding it. She was so much taller than Holly, looking like a model up there on the podium. ?Wow sis, you look great!? Holly told her between gasps for breath. She really needed to do some more fitness she realised. Evie was looking stunning she thought and hoped that her sister wouldn?t out shine her at her own wedding. ?Oh, I?m far too tall. I look like a crane waiting for a fish," Evie complained. ?Sis, you got dad?s height and I got mum?s dumpy features. There?s many a woman who?d kill for pins like yours," Holly said. Evie smiled at her. ?You?re just imagining it Holly," Evie told her. Odd she normally called her Hols. Perhaps the fact that they hadn?t seen each other for so long had meant they had grown apart? ?You always used to call me Hols. It made me sound like I was going away somewhere nice," Holly told her sister. ?I thought we might have grown up since then, but maybe not Hols," Evie replied. It was so much better hearing her sister call her the name she?d used ever since childhood. She knew that they had both grown up, but in some ways Holly still liked to be a girl. Perhaps that was why she?d never had sex or married until now. It was a worry that she would have to perform on her wedding night. She?d no longer be that young girl any more after that. Maria Brennan, the seamstress finally finished the adjustments to Evie?s dress. Holly was happy to see that her sister had put a bit of weight on since the original measurements. It wasn?t a vast amount to let out, but she?d obviously been porking out a bit since they?d last met. She would look better as the bride and not be so upstaged by her beautiful tall sister. Holly went to the fitting room and was helped into her dress. It was perfect, and still fit her wonderfully. Of course she was helped by the fact that she?d not been eating much since she first saw the ghost. Maria Brennan fussed around the train and the hem of the skirt as she heard the door to the shop go. She spotted Angela walk in cautiously in the mirrors around her. ?Come on through Angela, Martha. They?ll get to you in a bit when they?re done with me. What do you think?? Holly asked as Angela stepped into the little turntable area followed by the Chief Bridesmaid Martha. ******************************************************************** Angela was nervous going into a bridal shop. It was enemy territory to Anthony but it shouldn?t have been for Angela. Besides there was a potential ?950 bill coming her way should they be able to accommodate her. Martha entered just behind her and gave her an encouraging smile as they made their way over to where Holly was talking to another tall woman in a big flouncy bridesmaid?s dress who was just stepping down from the turntable. ?You look beautiful Holly," Angela told her. Anthony certainly knew what to say to a woman in that regard. ?Thank you. This is my sister Evie by the way," Holly added. The tall woman Evie was staring intently at Angela, making her feel quite uncomfortable. ?Hello Evie. I?m Angela, Ian?s half-sister." Angela held out her hand to the tall woman who eventually took it and shook it with a firm grip, almost too firm. Angela smiled weakly at the handshake. Angela made some small talk whilst she waited for Maria to finish checking and adjusting Holly?s wedding dress. She really did make a beautiful bride and Angela?s thoughts wandered for a while wondering what she would look like in a Wedding dress. She?d been a bridesmaid before of course but never the bride. At last it was Angela?s turn. Angela was expected to undress in the middle of the store, behind the screens. She found the experience of undressing in front of the four other women embarrassing, though she did not show it thanks to the latex mask that covered Anthony?s blushes. Now just wearing her black lacy bra and panties, Maria asked her to step onto the podium and started to take measurements of her body. Anthony found it an odd feeling having her bust and her hips measured by the woman, but just stood there and acted like a dumb mannequin. He was confident his Angela suit was perfect, after all he?d even been on the catwalk before. He inwardly smirked as Maria lifted Angela?s breasts to fit the tape measure underneath it; the casual attitude that women had to getting on with the task of sorting out the business of their clothing needs amused him. ?Looks like you are in luck Angela. I have one of the blue chiffon and lace Oriana dresses in your size out back. Let me just go and fetch it so you can try it on," Maria told her with a happy smile. Angela reflected her smile but didn?t feel happy inside. ?Oh that?s wonderful news isn?t it Holly?? Holly nodded to her comment, pleased that she would have all her bridesmaids in matching outfits. Angela expertly slipped on the dress and Maria helped her do it up at the back. ?Look, it?s a perfect fit!? Maria said enthusiastically, sensing another sale. She was right, Angela couldn?t deny it and she couldn?t even deny that she looked pretty hot in it either, but then Anthony thought that Angela looked hot in any nice looking clothes. ?Yes, it?s wonderful," Angela found herself saying. Now all the single men will be queueing up to dance with me with evil on their minds. Angela thought bitterly. ******************************************************************** Wesley looked on as the woman, who had helped that bitch Anwyn put him away in jail for the second time, paraded on the pedestal in the matching dress to the one that he was wearing. It was not part of the Professor?s plan, but he was determined to get some revenge on this annoying woman who had helped his nemesis whilst he had the chance. The problem was that he couldn?t actively show his animosity to the woman. He had to be seen to be a friend to her, whilst plotting revenge on the bitch. Plus he had to be very careful. This Angela was perceptive and from what he knew she was a detective to boot. What were the chances that she would be coming to this wedding as well? Evie smiled as Angela inspected the dress on herself in the three surrounding mirrors. Wesley had to admit that she looked quite good in the dress and in the past, when he was young and before his transformation, he?d have probably gone for the redhead himself. Now though he was a woman and he had to think about being female and enjoying all the pleasures of womanhood that this fantastic suit afforded him. Not only did he look like a woman, but with the magic of the technology in the suit, he could truly feel the pleasures of being a woman as well. It had been quite the revelation to him the first time he?d had sex as Evie. The power of the orgasm that the suit had transmitted to his hidden penis and the sensations he?d gotten through the sensors hidden in his beautiful tits. He just needed to ensure that he periodically filled up the reservoir with his female juices so that Evie?s fianc?e could slip himself into Evie?s vagina nice and easily after he?d played with her clitoris. He?d only had to do the refill a few times so far, but it was a pain as it involved getting out of the suit and using the packets of spare pussy juice that the professor had given him to fill up the little reservoir and make him into a real woman once again. At the rate he was going he?d need to ask the Professor for another supply. Angela had to pay, that much was certain, but Wesley couldn?t do it himself. He couldn?t blow his cover as Evie lest the Professor be furious with him and Wesley couldn?t show his own face around town lest it be seen and the police alerted. No, he had to think of something else; some other way of getting his revenge. Then suddenly he remembered one of his old cell mates who was now on remand after his five year stretch for date raping a woman after giving her a mickey fin with Rohypnol. Perhaps Rohypnol Rob might be interested in a cute little red head out on a hen night with the incentive of some money thrown in? After all these hens were always up for a bit of fun! ******************************************************************** Angela left the Bridal shop around three and already running late to meet up with Anwyn and Cerys at the local pub halfway across town that was near the hotel they were staying at. The major difficulty was that Angela really couldn?t run in her 2 inch heels, and business suit with its tight thigh length business skirt. She put her bag over her shoulder and started walking faster to get there quicker only to plant her left heel right in the crack in the pavement which caught it and sent her flying, her skirt riding up revealing her black lacy knickers as she fell flat on her face. There was the deafening shriek of a wolf whistle that filled the air. Angela looked up to see several builders working on a new set of offices looking down on her and her sexy arse. Normally Angela would have worked it, but today she was annoyed at the blatant sexualisation that the men exhibited. Was Anthony becoming more female the more he impersonated one? Angela picked herself up from the pavement and pulled her skirt down, embarrassed from falling over and angry at her treatment by the builders. Anthony realised that he would have laughed hi