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The Misadventures of Diana Knight Part V - Farewells "Oh hun, I'm so sorry." Diana's words just seemed so odd to Craig coming from his own mouth. "And I'm sorry for this too. There's something important that I have to tell you and you're not going to like it either." The fake Craig looked nervous, not like how Alice had always acted in the past. What was it? What could possibly be that bad? "It won't matter soon. Just tell me." Craig had to know just what he was letting himself in for now. "Well..." The fake Craig paused and licked his lips nervously. "Well I'm afraid that I need to do some adjustments on that suit that you're wearing Cecil. It might seem like its magic, but there's a lot of technology inside that beautiful figure. If you want it to stay that way, then I need to do some work on it." The fake Craig told the fake Diana. Oh shit, oh shit! I can't remove the suit. She'll see that I'm not Cecil and then, then, she'll turf me out and I'll be homeless. "Oh good. Keeping the suit well maintained is important." Craig decided that playing along and playing for time was his best bet until he could figure something out. "Oh that's a relief. I thought you'd be upset that you'd need to take it off Cecil. You've always hated doing it before," the real Diana, dressed as Craig replied. I can't remove this suit in front on her, and I need to be more like Cecil. Craig wracked his brains for a solution but the silence began to go on a bit too long. So he knew that he had to say something. "Yes well, it's because I don't like you seeing me like I am now." He said at last. It was weak and he knew it. For a start he had no idea what Cecil might look like now. "Oh Cecil, you don't have to worry about me. You know that I won't judge you!" Diana pretending to be Craig replies. He put a hand on the fake Diana's face tenderly. I can't undress in front of her and reveal who I am! Then an idea formed in Craig's panicking mind. "Can't I go change in the bathroom? Maybe wear the suit you are wearing?" The fake Diana asked hopefully. After all Craig could pretend to be wearing the Craig suit quite easily without actually having to do so. "Of course you can change in the bathroom hun, but I'm afraid you can't use this suit. It's not made for a man hun," Diana as Craig told him. Damn! There has to be something! Craig looked around the room in a panic. The bathroom would hide his actual features only for so long. He decided a new question to see if he could stay in the bathroom whilst the real Diana was repairing his suit. "How long will it take?" the fake Diana asked. "It should take an hour, maybe two depending on what I find," the fake Craig replied, concern on his face for the person that he thought was Cecil. I can't stay in the bathroom for two whole hours! Maybe I can just escape out the window. "Oh I see." The fake Diana couldn't hide her disappointment. "You could wear Roxy if you want?" The fake Craig told the fake Diana. He had never heard of Roxy, but obviously Cecil should know who Roxy was. He had to sound confident in his reply. "That would be brilliant." Craig was relieved that he had found a potential way out of the situation, yet he had no idea who or what Roxy was. It was another suit no doubt, but it sounded like Cecil had prior knowledge, which Craig obviously didn't. "She's in the room upstairs where you left her last. I'm surprised that you'd consider it after what you said last time." Craig had no idea what Cecil had said last time, but decided not to comment any further lest he dig himself into a deeper hole than he was already in. Cecil no doubt knew his way around Diana's house, but Craig most certainly did not. Nonetheless he headed out of the workroom and up the stairs of the house. When he got to the landing, he tried the first door which was locked. The next revealed the bathroom and then next one a rather well appointed pink bedroom that very obviously belonged to a single woman. The final door from the landing led into a second bedroom with a smaller single bed and sitting on top of it amongst the other piles of junk was Roxy. There was no way that Craig could doubt that it was her as the real Diana's description of Cecil not wanting to wear her again matched his own feelings. The Roxy suit was not so much of a precision suit as the one he was now wearing as a glorified sex doll that had been hollowed out and made to wear. Roxy's mouth opened in that fixed pout that said to a man to put his cock in there and the breasts were abnormally large with huge aureoles. The vagina looked plastically, not anatomically correct and had no pubic hair around it. All in all if he wasn't in such a bind, there's no way that Craig would have put it on. He picked it up, sighed and headed to the bathroom to lock himself safely inside. After having removed all Diana's clothes, Craig looked at her figure in the bathroom mirror. He was still both stunned at how realistic the suit looked and aroused at seeing himself as a sexy woman. He knew that he shouldn't be and it was all wrong. He was a man and he wanted sex with women, however being Diana had given him some of the biggest sexual thrills in his life. Reluctantly Craig reached up under Diana's dark hair, found the hidden zipper and began drawing it down before starting to ease himself out of the suit. Getting his confined and aroused cock out of the pouch was harder than he expected and considerably messier. The remains of the fake sperm from Diana's make out session with the fake version of him was still there mixed with his own ejaculate. After getting it all over his hands when freeing his engorged cock, he automatically moved to lick it off. The salty taste that hit his tongue was un-expectantly more palatable than he would have thought beforehand, however he decided that given the quantity of ejaculate down there he would need a shower. The stickiness within the suit convinced him that the needed to wash the suit as well if he was to hand it back to the real Diana for her repairs. Having dried himself off, Craig set about the less than pleasant task of getting into Roxy. The suit felt more plastically than the Diana suit and as soon as he had his legs into the love doll suit he could feel his hairy legs within the plastic starting to sweat. His next issue was his penis. Roxy it seems was not made with a handy pouch to put little Craig within and he had to try and stuff it between his legs and pull the suit up around it. The suit instantly chaffed at his cock as he tried to stand in it. Craig had no choice however. He had to pull it up and fit his arms into the front of the suit. The hands looked wrong, a bizarre caricature of a real woman's hands with plastic looking nails painted red at the tips. Craig did the doll suit up at the back before pulling the headpiece over his own. The hair was fake plastic blonde, the kind that seems to make up all the really cheapest party wigs. Craig had to get his mouth around the plastic insert in the headpiece that kept his mouth open all the time. He found that he had to therefore breathe through his nose. When he had finished putting it all on, Craig could barely look at the abomination that looked back at him in the mirror. No wonder Cecil hated it. I hate it too and I'm not really into this shit. Craig quickly pulled the black dress that he was wearing as Diana over the horrible Roxy suit, ignoring any underwear and picked up the smooth and still a little wet Diana suit. He unlocked the door and headed back downstairs to the work room, carefully navigating the stairs as he went. "Oh there you are sweetie." Diana told him. She was still wearing the Craig suit and her groin area still had a bulge in it. Craig dressed as Roxy meekly handed over the Diana suit to her. Diana dressed as Craig put it down on the workbench next to her. "Now let's see if that suit works as it was designed - as a training aid for aural sex." Diana as Craig told Roxy, whipping out her erect fake phallus as she did so and forced Roxy down on her knees. Oh shit not again! Craig didn't know what to do. It was obvious that Cecil liked this sort of thing and wanted to be a woman. On the other hand he really didn't want to have to take Diana's cock (even if it was a fake) into his mouth. He had no choice. He had to suck it and think of England! His mouth was already held wide open and Diana manoeuvred her fake member into the welcoming hole in Roxy's mouth. At first the plastic around the opening prevented him feeling the cock, but soon enough his mouth felt the cock sliding over his tongue and down his throat. He nearly gagged as the fake phallus rammed in and out the back of his throat. Is this what girls go through? I love getting a blow job, but it's a whole different thing receiving one. The fake Craig carried on ramming his cock in and out of Roxy's mouth. Craig had to sort out breathing through his nose. He could feel Diana's hands in the Craig suit on the back of the Roxy headpiece holding his head tightly so that the fake cock was as deep as it could go into his throat. All he could think of was the name Deep Throat from the X-Files as he was forced to accept the fake phallus. Eventually after about 5 minutes the fake Craig shot his artificial load into Roxy's throat. He didn't remove his cock straight away and the real Craig in the Roxy suit was forced to swallow the contents. It was salty, but whatever Diana was using it wasn't quite the same as his own real cum that he had tasted earlier in the bathroom. After he'd swallowed the fake Craig removed her fake cock from her mouth. It was as though she wanted to make him swallow it. He couldn't complain since he'd lost his Diana voice and Roxy didn't have anything built into the suit. "Now that you've had a taste, perhaps you will tell me just exactly who you are buster?" Diana as Craig demanded. "You are certainly not Cecil. I got the feeling earlier that something was up, but your performance there confirmed it for me!" Oh no! I've been busted because I don't know how to suck cock properly. Craig had little choice but to give the game away now. As soon as he said something he knew that Diana would know he wasn't Cecil. "Please, I didn't mean for it to go this far," he said pathetically as his mouth was still open due to the Roxy suit. "It all started by accident." The fake Craig arched an eyebrow and Diana put his hands on her fake male hips. "I don't care about your excuses, what have you done with Cecil?" she demanded. "Nothing, he asked me to look after his cat whilst he was away." Craig answered. It was increasingly difficult to talk with the suit on. The fake Craig reached around the back of the Roxy suit and yanked down the zipper at the back before rather ungently pulling the mask off. "Let's see who you really are Mr Imposter?" the fake Craig demanded. When the mask was finally off and Craig's face was revealed beneath it the fake Craig added, "You! To think I gave my best loving to a waste of space like you!" Craig hung his head dejectedly. The game was up. He now had nowhere to go. No possessions, no job and no life. He really was screwed, but this time not in the literal sense, but more in the figurative sense. He still had a bit of fight in him however. "You wanted to be me! You're dressed up like me! You even dated me for a while. I can't be that bad," he told her. It was like a red rag to a bull though and Diana dressed up as Craig bit back. "It's not like I exactly dated you long and anyway the only reason I dated you was because I needed measurements for this suit. In those days it was one bonk and you were out for the count. You didn't even wake up when I covered your face in plaster of Paris!" Craig didn't know what to say in reply. He felt defeated, completely cut off from all that he once had and now destined for the streets. "Look I'm sorry if I caused you any trouble." Craig had nothing else left but an apology. "Well so you should be, pretending to be Cecil. Now get that stupid thing off, and take this back to the apartment and put everything back the way it was." Diana as Craig demanded. "I don't have any clothes except this dress," Craig said weakly. "Then take the suit, wear it until you get back there and wash and dry all those clothes. I'm sure that Cecil wouldn't want your spunk all over Diana's things. If you don't do it, then I'll ruin your reputation. Don't forget I can be you any time I want now," Diana warned him. Craig hung his head as he accepted the suit back from his fake twin. "I'll just go back upstairs and change then," he muttered almost to himself. What the hell am I going to do now? Craig locked himself back into the bathroom and fully stripped himself out of the Roxy suit. The thing was a horrible abomination of a woman and as the suit lay on the floor, he gave it a kick out of frustration. He would take the suit back and then recover his only set of male clothes before being made homeless. If he was desperate he supposed that he could head home to his parents, but he'd argued with his dad last time he was home. His father had called him a useless waste of space and told him that now that Craig had a place of his own he was going to rent his room out. He picked up the Diana suit and immediately noticed the smoothness of the skin of the suit compared to the plasticity of Roxy. His legs slid easily up its hers and the little pouch that connected to her vagina felt like it was caressing his penis as he slid it in for the very last time and pulled up Diana's fake rear over his own. In many ways this Diana was the perfect girlfriend for him. She was always there for him, never complained about him groping her breasts, and would wear any sexy clothes he wanted for him. He fitted his arms into her smooth arms and dainty looking hands before doing the back of the suit up. Had it been so bad being a woman? The sex had been great and he'd never experienced multiple orgasms before. Men had opened doors for him and he'd received so much more attention than he had ever gotten before as a man. People actually wanted to talk with him as Diana. He fitted the mask into place carefully and zipped up the back of the suit, concealing the actual zip under her hair before arranging it in the mirror. Why am I bothering trying to make myself look pretty? He wondered to himself as he looked at his, no her, reflection in the bathroom mirror. Perhaps being Diana hadn't been as bad as he'd believed at first. He recovered her bra and knickers that were draped on the lavatory seat and slowly slide the lacy black underwear up his legs to cover his fake snatch and sexily little arse. Inside the suit he was feeling horny again. The vision of loveliness dressing herself was really turning him on. He fitted the bra on backwards and then spun it around to encase his beautiful tits. He was really getting quite good at this he felt. There was no time to feel his fake body up however. Diana wanted him out of the house and taking this body back quickly. He put on the dress, slipped his feet into the low heels and slung the bag back over his shoulder. A quick check in the mirror to make sure his hair wasn't out of place was the only vanity he allowed himself before unlocking the bathroom door and heading back downstairs. "You were a long time," Alice accused the freshly created Diana. Craig almost had a shock seeing Alice instead of a copy of himself there. The Craig suit was now bundled up on the desk in a pile and Craig felt sad for it. It was almost as pitiful as his own situation. "I'm not as quick at getting into all these women's clothes as you are," Craig pointed out. "Alright then, go and take the suit back. I never want to see or hear from you again," Alice told Craig in the Diana suit. Resigned to his fate, Craig headed out of Alice's house and shut the door behind him. It was so nice being back in a suit that fit properly and made him look and feel almost indistinguishable from any other woman on the street. His low slung heels clicked on the pavement as he walked back around the streets to collect Diana's car. Craig noted the two teenagers eying up his sleek smooth legs as they passed him by on their bikes. He secretly bet himself that at least one of them would have turned to look at Diana's sexy arse as they passed her by. He was fairly confident that they would; it's what he would have done after all. *********************************************************************** Having parked up, Craig as Diana walked back up to her apartment for the last time. He slowed his pace as he looked at the door that used to be his room. It had been repaired and a new lock placed on it. No doubt there would be a new tenant living there already. He shook Diana's lovely head sadly, and then had to use his hand to sweep Diana's long black mane out of his eyes. Diana paused outside her door. If she went through the door she would never again be able to enter the lovely apartment, never again be able to feel what it was like to be a woman and to be loved. Suddenly she shook her head as though clearing it. I'm not a fag and I'm not a girl. This has got to end, Craig decided. However when she got into the apartment, Diana didn't head straight to the bedroom to get out of the suit. Instead she picked up Jenkins the cat, who had come to greet her, and went to the kitchen to feed him. It was after all what she had been paid to do in the first place, so Craig felt that he should at least honour that agreement. So when she was busy opening the can of cat food with the electric can opener, Diana didn't hear someone come through the door and quietly enter the alarm code to turn it off. She completely failed to see the person coming up behind her as she scraped the food out of the tin into the bowl and gently put Jenkins down beside it, stroking the cat. Jenkins purred contentedly as the attention he was getting from his mistress and rubbed against her legs before tucking into the meaty chunks. "He likes you, that's good," a male voice said behind Diana. It made her jump since she thought that she was alone in the flat. She turned to look at just who it was who'd sneaked up behind her. The man was pale, thin and completely bald. He about the same height as Diana and his eyes were bloodshot. "Who are you?" she asked uselessly. Craig thought he knew already, but it was always wise to ask when someone sneaked into your house. The man coughed several times before replying. "I'm Cecil, or as you have probably guessed I'm the Diana who you knew living here." He had another coughing fit and nearly doubled over. "You look nice as her." "Err, I'm sorry Cecil. This was all a ghastly mistake. I'll take her off straight away." Craig apologised for the second time today for wearing Diana. Cecil smiled a bitter sweet smile. "I don't think it's a mistake at all. Leave her on for now," he replied followed by yet another coughing fit. This time it was worse for Cecil and he had to dash to the bathroom where he threw up. Diana waited nervously in the lounge until he came back. She thought about offering him some water or a towel and was lost in thought over the whole situation when Cecil's voice surprised him. "Jenkins likes you. That's important too," Cecil added as he came back. "What do you mean?" Diana asked now completely perplexed. "The doctors are all bloody useless. Chemotherapy was a failure. I have days left now, a few weeks if I'm lucky," Cecil replied. "Oh I'm sorry to hear that Cecil. Alice, the real Diana that is, will be devastated." Diana replied. Cecil nodded. "Yes she will. All the more reason she will need someone to get her through it. She's a crazy mixed up woman who needs someone to keep her on the straight and narrow. I'm not going to be here to do that anymore soon." He coughed again. "The job is yours." Job what job? How was he going to get paid dealing with that crazy woman? The very one who'd kicked him out and told him to never darken the doors of the apartment again. The one who had a suit of him too and had threatened who knows what. "I don't understand." Craig as Diana was genuinely confused. "Diana was never very happy being Diana Knight. She always wanted to be other people. She was gender fluid and she liked to present as men and women at different times. She has so many different identities she loses track of herself sometimes. She never liked being her, and I always wanted to be a woman. Eventually she found a way to make both things come true. When I die, there will be no Diana Knight any more. There needs to be a Diana Knight to prevent her from going completely crackers and remind her who she was. I did it for my friend, but now I need someone else to step into her shoes." Cecil managed to finish his sentence without coughing this time as he left the implication hanging. "You want me to become her?" Diana said stupidly. Cecil nodded. "You've already demonstrated that you can do it. I'll give you all the bank account details and passwords." "But, but Alice, sorry Diana said she hates me and she wants me to get out of this suit and her life," Diana replied, still not believing what this stranger was suggesting. "She might have said ....." Cecil got so far through his sentence before he started another coughing fit. After a bit he continued. "That, but she often doesn't know what she wants or even needs." "That's easy for you to say." Maybe it wasn't quite the right words given Cecil's difficulty completing a sentence. "It's true none the less. Listen I'll make a video for you to give her later. She'll understand when she sees it I promise you Craig." Cecil put an arm on hers comfortingly. Do I really want to become Diana Knight full time? What's the alternative though? The Street? Hunger? Is it really so bad? Craig's mind was in turmoil. It was the biggest decision of his life. Bigger than what University course he wanted to do. Bigger than getting his first job. What decision was bigger than deciding to live the rest of your natural life as a member of the opposite sex? "Err, well I don't know if I can," Diana spluttered. "You're already wearing her shoes," Cecil pointed out. "Not physically, I mean whether I can live like this for the rest of my life," Diana corrected herself. "Again you've been doing it for days already, and it looks like you are already starting to get more natural," Cecil pointed out. "But I'm a man!" Diana said feebly. "You don't have to be. What's so great about being a guy? I realised early on that I wanted to be a girl and I've been so much happier ever since. The only reason I'm not in the suit now is because I had to go to hospital as myself." Cecil ended the sentence with another cough. "I'm different to you though. I never wanted to be a girl. I fell into doing this accidently and I've been trapped like this ever since," Craig told the sick man. "Did you really? . I'm sure you justified it in your mind as something logical that you had a reason you were doing, but was that really true? Perhaps it was your subconscious that this was something that you wanted," Cecil told him. Was he right? Had he been coming up with more and more excuses to have to stay in this sexy suit of female flesh? "I, I ...." Diana couldn't find the words to express what he really felt. He didn't know if Cecil was right, but inwardly worried that the man might be right. Cecil took off his shirt revealing the bandages beneath on his left arm. "I need to get into her again," Cecil told him. "I'm sorry, I'll go in the bathroom and remove her," Diana said quickly. Cecil smiled. "No don't. I'll use the other suit. Keep yours on, you need as much experience as you can get. I don't want to go as a man," he said gently. "I need to become Diana one last time." "But I haven't said yes to this preposterous concept yet?" Diana protested. "No, but you haven't immediately said no, and you didn't immediately take the suit off when you got into the apartment. I'd say that at worst you were strongly considering it even if you haven't mentally made the leap yet," Cecil replied with a half-smile. "You will," he added as he headed for the bedroom. Diana looked over at Jenkins who had now finished eating his food and was licking his lips. "This is all your fault!" Diana said softly and despite her words she leaned down as scratched him behind the ears. He purred back to her. Craig was sorely tempted to go back into the bedroom and tell Cecil that he was wrong and that he had no desire at all to take up his offer, but he just couldn't quite do it. He spent a minute mentally calling himself a coward before he started to realise that perhaps Cecil was right. His social conditioning being brought up as a man, in a masculine environment, had conditioned him to thinking that dressing up as a girl was wrong and something just a bit gay and wrong. However deep inside him there was a curiosity, an untapped desire to see how the other half lived. To experience something new, if, he could just let himself go from the restraints that society had made him feel that he must adhere to. Damn it! Cecil just turned my head around. Am I really going to live my life as a woman from now on? Just as the mental link had snapped into place in Diana's rather than Craig's mind, he heard Diana's sexy voice call from the bedroom. "Hiya Diana? Want to come and play?" her doppelganger told Diana. She was wearing a sexy aqua and yellow bustier that enhanced her breasts in front of her with matching knickers. Gone was the feeble, coughing young man on the verge of death and in its place a healthy looking copy of Diana. "I, I ....." Once again Diana didn't know what to say to this invitation. He'd wanted to fuck Diana ever since he'd first seen her, but now he knew the truth; that she was really a man called Cecil. "Call me Cecilia to avoid confusion. It's alright. If you really try, you can reach into your vagina and release your hidden secret. It's hard to do, but you can coax it out the front of your pussy. Mind you it's a bitch to get it back in afterwards. I usually have to remove the suit and reset everything in place when I've done it before." Cecilia told Diana. "Cecilia, I don't know ..." Diana started. "I bet you do. Remove your panties and bring it out. If it's as limp as wet seaweed then we'll forget the whole thing." Cecilia coughed, a much sexier little cough than when Cecil did it. "If you can hang a towel on it, then I think we are good." Craig blushed beneath the Diana suit. He already knew what the answer would be since he could feel the response of his dick within its pouch. It was as hard as granite at the prospect of nailing Cecilia and he couldn't possibly think of her as Cecil any more. Craig pulled the black lacy panties down Diana's smooth legs and reached inside his pussy, searching around for where he could access his hard- on. He wasn't very good at it and the search went on for some time. "Let me do it Diana, to save you fanny around." Cecilia sniggered a little as she went over to Diana and reached her fingers into Diana's pussy. Craig could feel her hand go into her dry hole, setting off the pleasure sensors off. Diana's left hand instantly went to her left nipple and started massaging it to start to lubricate her cunt. "I see you've worked out your body," Cecilia suggested as she finally found the seal at the top of Diana's vaginal tube that released the cock held above. Ever so gently she teased the rock hard cock back the right way round and out through the front of Diana's pussy. When Cecilia took her hand away the rock hard rod held Diana's dress out at the front. Cecilia sniggered, followed by a coughing fit. "Are you alright Cecil?" Diana asked. Eventually Cecilia stopped coughing. "It's Cecilia, and I'll be fine. I need some help getting my inner smile on darling." Cecilia hefted her breasts up from the bottom of the bustier. Diana didn't need another invitation and she immediately moved it to fondle her beautiful tits even as she kissed Cecilia. It didn't matter that it was Cecil inside. Cecilia was a beautiful, sensitive soul who needed loving. Diana was gentle with her doppelganger as she led her across the room to the bed. Diana's dick twitched in anticipation of entering into the other woman and he gave it a few pumps to keep it a maximum erection. With Cecilia laying back on the bed she pointed down to her aqua lacy panties that were still covering her sex. Diana realising the situation gently pulled them down Cecilia's smooth legs. Once they were fully removed Cecilia spread her legs to let Diana massage her clit as she French kissed the other woman. After the kiss Cecilia coughed again. It was a little off putting, but little Craig didn't seem to be dissuaded. Diana plunged her cock into Cecilia's sopping wet hole and began to drill her. "Slowly. It's not a race love," Cecilia said soothingly. Diana slowed down, rhythmically moving in and out of Cecilia's cunt as Cecilia stroked Diana's hair with one hand and fondled her left tit with the other. Diana was getting wet in her cunt too from the magic of the suit and soon it was soaking down between their groins. The slow rhythmic thrusts had meant that Craig had held on much longer than he possibly thought he could, but the whole situation, pummelling Cecilia who was the Diana he'd longed to have sex with for so long, meant it couldn't last forever. Diana's cock spurted its love juice strongly into Cecilia's pussy, the strongest orgasm that she'd ever had. Fully spent she kissed her lover and they cuddled together for a long while on the bed. They repeated the whole experience in a variety of different positions another three times before tiredness hit Diana and she fell asleep still cuddling her identical lover. *********************************************************************** Diana awoke the next day with Cecilia cuddling up to her from behind. It had been a night that she would never forget and she smiled at the memory. She wiped the sleep from her eyes. "Do you want coffee?" Diana asked her lover gently. There was no reply. She reached back over and nudged Cecilia. Cecilia still didn't react. Diana shot up, bolt upright. Cecilia didn't move. "Cecil," Diana said more urgently. Cecilia didn't react. She wasn't snoring or breathing. Diana took her pulse. She didn't have one. Oh shit? What do I do now? Cecil's dead! Diana realised immediately that she couldn't call an ambulance until she'd got Cecil out of the suit and hidden her own protruding member. He'd had his final wish, but he couldn't die as Diana. Diana didn't have a twin and the police wouldn't understand about the suits. Diana turned Cecilia over and hunted for her zipper before unzipping her at the back. Next she gently teased the suit from Cecil's form and hung it back up in the hidden cupboard before sealing it back away. She put his clothes on the floor in the bedroom and then dialled 999 to call for an Ambulance. As she was waiting for the ambulance Craig unzipped the back of the suit and fiddled around until he brought his cock back in behind the hidden pouch. *********************************************************************** The Ambulance men had been really nice and sympathetic to Diana's loss. She had told them that Cecil was her boyfriend and that he had cancer, so it was not exactly a shock. They had given her contact numbers for people who would be dealing with the death and an advice line number to ring if she was having problems with her grief. Craig had genuinely cried when they were consoling Diana. He hadn't known Cecil long but he'd been a sensitive soul and a sensitive lover. Maybe it was because he was a woman now and could express his feelings without that masculine reserve holding him back. Diana was relieved now that the body was removed, but now she faced another issue. Alice wanted her out and was determined to see it through. With Cecil dead, Diana's hope of her continued existence had all but gone. It was then that she saw that the computer was on in the corner of the lounge. Diana certainly hadn't put it on and she was fairly sure that the Ambulance men hadn't touched it. Curious Diana went over to the screen. Next to the Computer was a piece of paper with various websites with usernames and passwords on it. A ray of hope appeared in Diana's mind as she wiggled the mouse to bring the screen to life. In the centre of the screen was a file entitled 'PLAY ME'. Diana clicked on it and a video started playing. Cecil's face appeared with the mask of the Diana suit resting on his breasts. "Hello Di-di. I'm sorry I'm not going to last much longer . I wanted to see you again before I died, but it's not going to be possible. . Listen, you have to give Craig a chance. You need Diana to ensure that you stay the sweet woman I knew. He's nice really and he'll make you as good a Diana as I ever was. Give him a chance." The video ended with Cecil in a fit of coughing before the camera went off. Diana's breasts raised as she breathed in and then fell as she let out her breath. It would probably be enough to be able to persuade Alice to let her carry on living this life, she hoped. "Thank you Cecil. You were a truly beautiful woman."