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A Changing Life Chapter 5 God what was wrong with me. What the hell was I doing, what had I been thinking doing that? Christ I had to sort myself out, but still I skipped along through the old farm gate and down the long lane to the house, home at last, I was even getting better at walking in these heels. I went up the steps to the front door and rang the bell, my heart suddenly sinking when I realised again what I looked like. Donna opened the door "Oh, so you're back at last." She had the ability of making me feel so small with so few words. "The maids entrance is the back door, I would have thought you would have known that by now." And she closed the door in my face. With flushed cheeks I turned and walked around the house, through the panel side gate towards the back door, as I neared I heard a dog barking, dog? Where the hell did that come from, we didn't have a dog. The back door opened and my wife stood there staring at me in shocked surprise and some obvious anger. "Where the hell have you been? What the hell have you done to yourself? Christ a bit of dressing up I can just about understand, but god you've gone too far now, you, you, woman. That's what you have always wanted isn't it? Christ I've been blind all this time, Donna always said I should have listened to her, you're just a little queer, Christ look at your tits and look at the way you're dressed, like a common slut, have you had a sex change? Are you a woman now, is that it?" I stood there, tears in my eyes listening to her raving at me. "Noo, Nooo. Noooo, I, I I'm still a man, I I am love I am, I,I,I didn't want this, they made me love, they made me," I babbled. "Don't believe him love." Donna stood behind her. "He was the one who asked me about the clinic, it was he that begged for this, he might still be a man, but only a small part of him, I told you what he wanted." I couldn't believe my ears, I looked at her, shocked. "Nooo," I squealed. "Shat up," she interrupted, "you've upset her enough for one day, now get in here and get on with your duties and get that laundry sorted out and then perhaps she will forgive you." My wife was escorted back through into the study, both of them murmuring together as they went. I tottered into the kitchen feeling devastated and used blinking back the tears from my eyes it felt that my entire world was falling apart. Donna returned closing the door behind her. "I'll change you, you see if I don't and judging by the smile on your face when you were coming down the drive, I think that's already started." I shivered inside at her words. "Now, let me introduce you to Randy our new guard dog, he lives in the utility and seeing that you spend plenty of time in there too, you had better meet him." She opened the door, a big black dog was standing there growling at me his hackles up on his back. I had always been frightened of dogs, since I was a child, this one looked huge and very fierce and I looked at it with absolute horror. "Say hello to him and pat his head and he'll be alright with you," she said watching my every move. I inched forward terrified, feeling horrible vulnerable in my skimpy clothes and he came towards me sniffing, I reached out my hand about to say hello, but his nose went typically straight between my legs beneath the hem of my short dress to my crotch. "Noo, bad doggie," I squealed feeling his cold nose touching my bare skin, he growled fiercely, not moving from his position. "No you must never scold him, he is a highly trained animal and he will attack anyone who shows any aggression to him, the only way is to be nice to him, tell him he is a good dog and he'll be ok with you," Donna lectured as she watched. Swallowing hard and still trying to gently push the big animal away from my crotch I squeaked, "Good doggie." His tail was up now, his nose burying deeper between my legs. "There he likes you, I am so glad you both get on well together otherwise one of you would have to go and it is very difficult to get such a highly trained guard dog." She left her words hanging in the air for me to understand exactly what she was implying. "You have to feed him twice a day, every morning and every night, he really loves his meat and if he is very good, I will tell you to give him a couple of eggs too, to keep him big and strong and that does tend to make him extremely horny I'm told." The dog was still snuffling between my legs as I struggled weakly to push him away. "See he loves his little maid, already he can't get enough of you." And she laughed crudely. "Now the basket is full of ironing, it has built up since you have been having fun, so you can get going and catch up with that. Bring us tea in the study at five and by the way, you do look like a sexy little slut." With that she turned on her tail leaving me to my blushes and my battle with the horrid dog. Finally managing to get away from him, I pulled out the ironing board and opened it with a sigh, the dog was watching me closely, so I tried to ignore him and get on with my work. At least time to day dream in a world of my own as I ironed the mound of sheets and of course the first thing that came into my mind was the bus driver waving to me, I shook my head, I had to stop this. I worked quietly and diligently, neatly folding and pressing until just before five, trying to suppress the anger and frustration that was burning in my head. Turning to the kitchen I began to prepare their tea, I turned the tap on to fill the kettle and suddenly jumped as something touched the bare flesh behind me, above my stocking tops. His cold nose sank deep between my cheeks making me pivot and back against the kitchen unit "nn nice doggie" I, tried to sound nice and he looked at me his tail wagging. God how would I be able to work with this happening all the time? Eventually, I encouraged him with a biscuit to leave me alone and return to his bed, then taking a deep breath I continued with the preparation of their tea. I didn't want any more rows, I hated confrontation, I just wanted Hazel to be happy with me again. The tea was almost ready when I heard the front door close and moments later a car drive off. I thought it was curious, but decided it was best to follow the last order and not to go in search of any more trouble. So I put the cups, saucers and tea pot with a plate of chocolate biscuits, on a tray and brought them through into the study. Hazel was there on her own. "I, I've brought your tea." She looked up at my girly tones and smiled. "Look I'm sorry, I was worried about you and when you turned up looking like that, well it was just a surprise that's all." She sounded like the woman that I loved again, with a warmth in her voice. "I am sure it can be reversed love," I lisped. "No darling, you look so pretty, such a sexy looking maid and my god your boobs are to die for you lucky thing. Donna has explained it all to me, so don't worry, I do understand, it was just a huge shock that's all. Then you must have been shocked to realise that I was going with another woman weren't you? what are we like?" And she smiled that warm soft smile of hers I couldn't speak, I just looked at her afraid of what Donna had been saying about me. "She really is a good friend to both of us you know, if it wasn't for her understanding you and talking to you and explaining it all to me, I just don't know where we would be. But I am sorry that you were too frightened to tell me your feelings yourself sweetheart, but don't worry it just takes time that's all. Even now she has gone out shopping for you, she is talking about you all the time, hehe , sometimes I feel jealous, but I know she genuinely loves me." I was aghast, in some ways happy, but I had a deep down nervous worry about what Donna had been saying to convince my wife about me or what, I was not at all sure. "Now as Donna said, its only fair that we give you a girls name now, she suggested Rachel, I think its nice, but I thought that perhaps it would remind you too much of who you were, so I said we should call you Leanne, which is a lovely maids name don't you think?" she was speaking cheerfully and sounding like my beautiful good natured wife that I so much loved. However I just couldn't believe what she was saying and how serious she seemed to believe her words. "There, so Leanne it is, you're such a sexy looking maid," she giggled. I didn't know whether to smile happily or what, my wife seemed to love me still somehow, but this was all too strange a conversation which made me feel cornered and confused. "Now Leanne, please remember to be good for Donna and everything will be ok, but you must call me mistress in front of her, she insists and it will make her very happy if you do. Now run along and start making dinner" and with that she slapped my bottom laughing as she did. I ran off quickly, the buzz from her touch lifting my heart but the dark cloud suggested by her words still clung on in my inner thoughts. The rest of that day and that evening I wondered and wondered, I should have been deliriously happy at Hazel's show of love for me, yet there were those touches, those suggestions from the information that Donna had given her which worried me intensely. By half past eight the weakness had caught up with me, I felt so tired, I had not eaten much for dinner, just some salad and a drink that Donna had kindly prepared for me, to build me up she had said. I didn't feel hungry, but now all I wanted was to sleep. I knocked on the lounge door and after a slight scuffle from inside, Donna opened it, her shirt open at the neck. "Umm, do you mind if I go to bed now mistress?" I said curtseying to her lifting my hem as she required. "That's perfectly alright, ahh. Leanne, we will speak in the morning." I thanked her but the door was already closing. I was too tired to think, so I just went up to my room. I undressed removing the things that had tantalised people so much all that day. The red baby doll nightie looked very different now as I pulled it over my head, my boobs causing it to rise, my nipples dark and stiff as it clung sheer and see through to my unwanted newly created shape. I had no idea how I would learn to sleep, but sleep I did. It was a sleep punctured by dreams of being chased, running and running, trying to scream, trying to get to safety to catch a bus. Then a man was holding out his hand to me, help me....help me, the weird nightmare woke me. Then when I drifted back off, there he was again, holding me kissing me, so weird, I was struggling, I felt so sexy, so hot. He was on top of me, my legs wide apart, I was feeling so wet, then there was a noise a bleep, bleep, bleep. It went on and on, not stopping, until eventually I opened my eyes, realising the alarm clock was making all the noise. It was morning a bright sun was shining through the window, its' heat already making the room stuffy, I could hear the birds outside and the soft noises of nature, I wanted to relax, to turn back over and just lie there but I had to get breakfast.. I felt so odd and when I stumbled out of bed to get dressed I discovered my panties were wet and sticky. My goodness, I hadn't had a wet dream since my boyhood and I felt weirdly worried about what had caused it. I dressed in my normal uniform rather than the super sexy teasing outfit of yesterday, at least it made me feel more normal, if there was such a thing. The bra didn't fit me anymore with these damn boobs and I was tempted to go without, but as time was going on I just went with the old one until I had more time to sort it out. By the time that they came down to breakfast, I had it all laid out in the dining room ready for them. Hazel rushed a bowl of cereal, she said that she had early meetings and was gone in no time, but Donna was taking her time. I knew she wanted to talk to me and I knew her surgery didn't start until nine o'clock but she seemed to delight in making me wait on her, savouring every mouthful as I brought it. "I have a present for you Leanne," she said eventually, as I was clearing the table, trying to be on my best behaviour. "Thank you Mistress," I said curtseying to her in the way she liked. "You cant have it unless you address me properly Leanne, have you forgotten what I told you?" I thought back hurriedly trying to remember, oh my gosh, it occurred to me, but surely not. "umm, umm, thank you Master," I lisped curtseying again. "That's a good girl, I knew you hadn't forgotten, now here is your present" she passed me a small plastic carrier bag "Go on open it, I want to see what you think." Looking at it suspiciously I opened it, taking out a small black bikini which was barely more than four triangles held together by strings. "Hazel and I decided that you look far too pale, you need some sun on your body, so we want you to do some sun bathing in the garden today, now hurry up and try it on, I haven't much time." Reluctantly I turned with the small bundle to head upstairs to my bedroom. "No, try it on here." Her voice was suddenly sharp. "I want to see you do it, try it on here" I looked at her nervously, then began to undress infront of her, she watched me with eagle eyes as I removed my dress and my slip "You'll have to have a new bra, you cant wear that thing anymore," she commented as I stripped to my bra and panties, then I began to try and sort out the parts of the bikini "Get them all off and stop fooling around, I'll help you get the bikini on." Reluctantly I slipped out of the bra fully revealing my boobs which sprang out in their release. "My, you have got a fine pair Leanne, Sandra has done a lovely job on you." Blushing to the roots of my hair I bent and removed my panties also and stood there before her, naked except for the small skin coloured plastic hood covering my pubic mound and my now tiny shrunken penis, withered as it was by hormones and the constant chastity that I had been under. "Good, now here are the bottoms." She handed me a small double triangle with strings attached to the corners, the gusset joining the 2 together, with fumbling fingers, I finally managed to get it in place and with her help tied the ties on my hips. She then helped me arrange the two small triangles which didn't do much more than cover my nipples, which were still super sensitive from the previous day. She finished tying the ties behind my neck and back, then she stood back to look at me. I had never in my life felt so naked yet clothed. "There that suits you, just what a girl like you would wear," and she laughed. "Incidentally I understand that you made a big impression on Ishmal, he is really besotted with you". I looked at her in confusion. "Your boyfriend, you know your bus driver." My eyes opened wide with horror. "Ishmal is a part time driver for the clinic, when he isn't driving your bus, he knows all about you and he told me to tell you that he couldn't wait to get his hands on you, you naughty little slut you." I could have died and I almost fainted, god she knew all about that, oh my god what had I done. She was laughing at my expressions then passed another small bundle of cloth to me. "Now here is a matching sarong wrap to make you look a little more decent if you want to." And she paused as I opened the black see through, sheer of oblong material. Wrapping it around me beneath my arms she tied it in the front, the bow dangling between my breasts, its hem reaching to the tops of my thighs "Perfect," she said, "now out you go, the sun bed is on the patio, you just need to bring the mattress out, oh and I have a special oil made up for you to rub into your skin and to prevent you from burning too much." I felt oddly uneasy, I didn't know which I hated more, being treated badly with her aggression or being treated like this. The sooner I could reverse Sandra's work, the better, then somehow I could escape and get my life and my wife back. Perhaps I could run away, but I would need help, that was it, I seriously needed help, but I didn't know anyone here and I didn't have family who could help me , it was such a worry, such a dilemma. Perhaps the bus driver, what had she called him Ishmal, he'd helped me before, he seemed quite nice, but he had been talking to her and he had said that, oh god, I don't know what I am thinking. "Oh by the way Leanne, I forgot to tell you, look out for the door bell, a man is coming to clean the carpets, he knows which he has to do, just let him in and see that he gets everything he wants, now have a good sun bathe and don't forget the oil. We will be home at five thirty, I will do a BBQ tonight so prepare salad and baked potatoes ready for six thirty, bye" and she left, leaving me standing there, in this scanty clothing, in shock that a man was coming here. I wanted to hide, but there was nowhere to hide. First they had forced me out in public dressed like a slut and now they were bringing a man into the house when I was almost naked, my mind was screaming again at this mental torture. In a daze I opened the back door, Randy raced past me into the garden almost knocking me over, it was very hot outside already. I dragged the mattress out from the back door of the garage and laid it on the sun bed. Sitting, I undid the sarong and began rubbing the oil into my bare skin. My brain seemed to have ceased to function properly, the oil felt nice and its smell was a soft perfumed aroma that made me feel very relaxed and slowly forget all the tension and turmoil that had been building up inside me. I laid back and relaxed, the heat of the morning sun making me feel drowsy, I could hear a bird chirping somewhere and somehow I must have dozed off. I was awoken by Randy barking, it made me jump up feeling disorientated and panicky, then I heard the door bell ringing angrily. Rushing, not thinking, I half wrapped the sarong about me, just holding it as I got to the front door which I opened slightly. "Oh you are here then, I'm supposed to be doing the carpets." He was a stocky man with short silvery hair. "Yes, yes sorry, I was expecting you," I lisped blushing at my own voice. "You're the maid then? The doc said you'd let me in." I opened the door wider now clutching the sarong to my throat. "Looks like I've disturbed you," he went on looking me up and down as I blushed deeper still. "Come in," I mumbled. "ok, I'll just get my stuff, I'll start in the lounge, but a cup of tea would be just the job first, any chance of that? What's your name?" "I'll get the kettle on," I mumbled again and trotted off ahead of him to the kitchen to sort out the sarong. As the kettle boiled and I prepared some tea with banging heart, I could hear him carrying his gear into the lounge, then the front door closed and he appeared in the kitchen. "Helloo" "Are you ready for your tea," I said trying my very best to act just as I would normally, which was some hope considering everything. "Lovely job." So I poured out a large mug of tea. "Sugar and milk?" I lisped, god I had to sort out that lisp, perhaps if I talked slower, but my nerves made me rush my words. "Yes two please and a good squirt of milk that would be magic." He was looking at my breasts as he spoke. "It's such a nice day we might as well have it outside, I never usually get the chance to be in the sun, I'm usually stuck inside all day" he walked out of the back door with me following carrying the mugs of tea. He sat at the patio table and I placed his infront of him, then I sat on the sun bed to sip mine. "Damn it's a lovely day, what's your name anyway love?" I nearly blurted out my real name, but stopped myself in time. "Leanne sir," I said quietly. "Cor you sound like a real maid too, how long, you bin doing this then?" "Uhh, umm, not long sir," I stuttered trying to be civil and act the part to prevent myself from being totally humiliated by this stranger discovering what I really was. "Bloody hell it's warm here." He pulled off his T shirt and stretched his legs out facing the sun. "Don't let me stop you Leanne, you carry on with your sunbathing girl, I'll go and make a start when I've finished me tea. Go on, you'll never get a tan like that," he continued at my hesitation. Reluctantly I undid the sarong, then as quickly as I could I lay on my tummy on the sun bed, so at least he couldn't see my near naked breasts too much. "It's a lovely garden, so quiet and private and lots of pretty things to see, have you put sun tan cream on your back?" "Ahh, umm, no," I mumbled. "I'll do it in a minute, when I get up again." "This it?" He picked up the bottle from Donna as I peered over my shoulder. "Yes that's it." I tried to keep myself as close as possible to the mattress. "Keep still, I'll put some on your back whilst I'm here." "Don't worry," I squeaked nervously. "I'll manage. "It's no problem, you don't want to burn do you?" He was coming over, taking the top off the bottle, I lay rigid as I felt the first drops of the cool oildrop onto the top of my back, then strong fingers rubbing across my shoulders. "You'd better untie this or it will be covered with oil." And before I could answer I felt him tugging at the strings of my bikini top. I squeaked a noo but it was too late. "Don't worry, I'm good at this," he muttered softly as his hands began to spread the oil over my back and shoulders, sliding up over my shoulders then back down to the top of my bikini bottoms, then back up my sides. "That's nice isn't it?" he murmured, repeating the process, his hands strong and lubricated warm by the oil. I found myself relaxing, the scent of the oil was strong at it was making me forget myself. "Mmmmm," he said softly his hands sliding from my shoulders again, down the middle of my back to my waist then out and up "You should relax more, you're a bit stiff like a board" he said softly, his fingers straying over the sides of my breasts, making me tense. "Still this stuff smells lovely" and he stood up wiping his hands over his chest "I'm off to clean the carpets, see you later, don't forget me if you're making tea" and he was gone. I immediately relaxed considerably, the oil did smell so good, it made me sleepy again and that's what I did. "Hey its nice for some, where's my tea then?" I came too and almost jumped up off the sun bed, suddenly aware that my top was no longer fastened and my breasts were free and uncovered. He was laughing. "Don't worry, I took the liberty of making us a cup each." And he put down the two mugs on the patio table. He sat down as I just stood there blushing with my hands covering my cursed breasts. "Yours is the one with the spots sweetheart, the good news is I've just done the lounge and the dining room carpets and all I've got left to do is the hallway, so I've got some time to get out here in the sun shine and relax, your making me nervous standing there like that" he was taking his trousers off also now and sat back his body slick with sweat in a pair of dark blue boxer shorts, the fly gap slightly open. I slid into the chair opposite him and smiled weakly. "Sorry," I lisped, "I went to sleep." "Just as well I did your back then or you would be red raw by now. You'd better get your front done this afternoon or you'll look like a zebra." I blushed again at his words and reached for my tea, when suddenly , that stupid nervous wickedness inside of me began again somehow, stopping me from retying my top back in place. I was aware that my nipples were peeping around the triangles of thin material and in an inexplicable way i felt a naughty arousal inside of me. "So what made you become a maid then?" I looked at him trying to work out what to say, in the end I told the truth. "I didn't have a job and it was just offered to me," I lisped. "Ho there's plenty of work for a girl like you." "Is there?" My ears pricked up, could this be a way out of here for me. "God yes, I could get you a choice of jobs tomorrow." "Can you?" I was sitting forward now, listening intently. "look if you are interested, I'll give you a card with a blokes name on it, give him a call, tell him George told you to ring." "Just like that?" I said. "Well he would have to see you, to ahh umm interview you like to make sure he offered you the right sort of job." "Has he got different jobs then?" here was a chance to escape at last, to get my life back and to get my body back too. "After all you've got all the right attributes, You'll make a mint, here just a sec, I'll get his number from the van, I've got to get my sandwiches, I might as well eat them here with you." And he got up quickly. My mind was racing, a way out, help at last, first I'd get my male clothes back, then get rid of these maddening tits, get registered with a local doctor, but it would be difficult to explain without implicating my wife and how the hell would I get this plastic thing off, every day I felt that my cock was withering up inside it, I prayed that the damage wasn't irreparable. Damn Sandra, could I somehow force her to do it, leave a letter for the police with someone, saying if I didn't come back, to hand it in. Oh god it was beginning to feel more and more like a spy story than this ridiculous situation I was in. Perhaps the best thing I could do was to tell Donna that I would leave for good if she put me back to normal, but what about my wife, Hazel, my heart ached at the thought of leaving her. George was back in no time, sandwiches in one hand and a business card in the other. "I've written his name on the back," he said, dropping it on the table. "Thank you," I lisped smiling shyly, "I was thinking, please don't tell the doctor about this." He looked at me. "Wellll, she is a good customer Leanne, I wouldn't want to annoy her." "Please, oh please don't say anything." I looked at him earnestly. "Your shoulders are getting really pink you know, I'd better put some oil on them." I was taken aback by the change in conversation and realised that my shoulders were indeed feeling quite hot. "Uh..oh..thank you," I said absently, still planning my escape in my mind, if only I could persuade him to help me. He came and stood behind me and I felt the cool aromatic oil dribble onto me. "You, you wont tell her will you?" He was quiet, rubbing the oil into my shoulders. "Please, please don't tell her," I lisped louder. "You are asking a lot Leanne, I don't know, I'll have to think about it, I might as well undo this tie around your neck, it isn't doing much and your tits have been in plain sight for ages." I felt him pulling the bow free behind my neck. "Noo..umm..i'm just going to lie back on my tummy now," I babbled. "Relax Leanne, be a good girl, while I think about what to say to the doctor." His voice was strong and persuasive, I didn't want to annoy him, potentially he was my way out of here, so I breathed out and tried to relax as my bikini top fell into my lap. "There, now that's much better isn't it?" His hands slid around my sides, the oil lubricating his palms sliding onwards around to my breasts. I stiffened as I felt his hands touch them then begin to lift and slip over them. "Relax Leanne, you don't want me to tell the doctor do you?" Trying to breath deeply I forced myself to do as he said, his hand sliding further up over my breasts, stroking them, gently squeezing them, his fingers beginning to softly pull and pinch my hardening nipples. I was whimpering quietly now. "Good girl Leanne, you like that don't you?" He pulled my nipples gently sliding his oily fingers over them, then repeating it in ever stronger strokes while his palms lifted my breasts. A moan escaped my lips, I couldn't help it, it felt like strings were running inside my body, down through my tummy into my groin. "Relax girl, relax." My head went back against his chest , my eyes closed, he was pulling and pinching my nipples harder now, it hurt, but in some erotic way it was turning me on completely. "You love that don't you, you little slut?" he whispered in my ear. I seemed to be whimpering, I couldn't help myself, "Ohhh." He seemed more aggressive now with his firmly lifting my breasts culminating when his strong fingers pulled and pinched my now aching, throbbing nipples. I realised I was moaning, "Ahhhh," in that shuddering erotic pain causing me to spasm inside my plastic prison. "Ooo yes, you do love that don't you slut, love a bit of pain don't you, oh fuck yes." He began kissing my neck now, hitting all those points that make you quiver and cringe, I was whimpering loudly and trembling all over at this oh so alien invasion of my senses, I knew I shouldn't be reacting in this way, I knew it was wrong for a man to be feeling these things especially with another man, but I just couldn't help it and the confusion in my mind was being warped and twisted further and further by this attack on my body which I just couldn't seem to defend against. Then once again in a god sent interruption in the back of my mind I heard the telephone in the kitchen begin to ring. I stiffened, my head coming up. "Leave it," he hissed in my ear, but it was enough to shake me to my senses. "Noo, I must, it might be the doctor," I whimpered. Pushing his hand away, I freed myself of him and stood up on wobbly legs, my hand on the patio table for support. "Come back here, come on you bitch, you know you were loving it." He seemed exasperated. Pushing his hands away again, I rushed as fast as my trembling legs could carry me to the kitchen, my hands holding my top to my bouncing breasts, my heart thumping in my ears, a mixed feeling inside me, saved by the phone, getting away from him, yet my nipples were still so erect and throbbing, I hated them, yet I couldn't help loving them too, it was all making me go insane. I picked up the phone.