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CHAPTER SIX --- THE SALON & THE SECOND DREAM 1 A few weeks later Jason arrived for work in medium heels, low cut, patterned blouse and women's trousers, his lips as pink and glossy as ever. He was surprised to find Kelly in his office. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Morning, Jenny. Fetch us a glass of juice each and we'll talk about it." "Huh?" "Hurry. I'll not tolerate slackness." What the heck was going on? Jason thought. He reached into the small fridge and poured two glasses of fresh juice. He placed them on the desk in his office. "Sit down," Kelly told him. Bemused that she was in his place he sat in one of the chairs clients often used, crossed his legs like it was the most natural thing in the world. Kelly gestured to the desk. "Your new contract." "What?" "Debs asked me to inform you about it, so I'm going to give you some bullet points. From now on you'll be taking a pay cut and-" "Hold up. When did all this happen?" "I only found out yesterday. Isn't it fantastic?" "That I'm taking a paycut?" Jason quizzed, not too excited. This was one change too many. He decided he would confront Debs about what she was doing tonight. He was happy in some circumstances as Jenny; but the work games, what Kelly was doing, it was just too much and might seriously jeopardise their business. "No, silly, that I'm getting promoted. Look, don't bring me down. I've worked hard for this, and you for your new role." "What new role?" "Please, bare with me as I'm still digesting the changes. I'll be assuming your role for an indefinite period of time and-" "You'll be what now?" he protested. "Look, Debs wanted me to get experience in your role, so she saw this as a great opportunity to advance your feminisation. Until you completely become Jenny, the business is suffering and-" "Completely become Jenny? How long is this going to last?" "I don't know. Talk to your wife. But listen: I'll be a fair boss, just like you were with me, but if you continually interupt me I'll parade you in public in just your lingerie." Silence filled the air between them for several seconds. "I'm sorry," Jason said, aware that this shift in job roles could mean Kelly, who had always had a mean streak throughout this game his wife was playing, could take advantage of him. "I'm sorry, what?" "I'm sorry to interupt you. I know you are capable of filling my role and I hope I can do yours equally as well, Kelly." "Kelly?" she said thoughtfully. "I think I prefer Miss Kelly." "Yes, Miss Kelly. I'll be a great Office Manager for you. Can I still try for some sales?" Jason asked. If they were going to complete his look as Jenny it might be a little easier to close deals. As Jason, in women's clothes, he found he was forever trying to explain himself. It even, for no understandable reason, put some close-minded people off. But he was aware business was suffering, so if he had to continue to dress a step down might be good. "Of course you can try for sales. You can even keep some of your clients. But where did you get Office Manager from?" "I thought-" "Do you have any office based skills?" He thought for a moment. "Not really," he confessed. "So, you'll be the Office Girl." "What? You can't-" "It's in your contract. You are to be my Office Girl until you are suitably trained. Like an apprentice. I'll get you on courses and you can get your diplomas in place. I'd love to be your mentor. Then you can be my secretary, and perhaps one day I'll promote you to my personal assistant. You might even move on to other companies, but be careful how they treat you if you do." "But-" Kelly pushed the contract over with a pen and waited. Jason finally picked the pen up and found the appropriate pages to sign. He gave himself to her, as he knew his wife would want. "Now then," she smiled, "we have some shopping to do so let's give fate a chance." "What do you mean?" She removed a coin from her purse. "If you get tails, I'll go easy on you today...." Jason wondered where he had heard something similar before, but couldn't quite place it as she finished: "....but if you get heads, you dress." 2 Kelly explained the business would close for the day, and that from the next morning it would open, re-invigorated and ready to turn around with an exciting new colleague: Jenny, the Office Girl. They might even close out the day with a big bang and a big sale. Kelly had set up an open house for later that afternoon. It was Jenny's account, but Kelly wanted to introduce her new girl in style. She'd invited lots of potential buyers and explained that Jenny would be dealing with them on this occasion. "Come on," Kelly said. "Here, I treated you to this already." She handed Jason a handbag. "That's way overdue," she told him. He sighed, but then began to pack it with his feminine belongings. His clutch purse. Pink lipstick and lip gloss. Panty-liners because it was his pre-period time. "It's a shame the town has accepted you," Kelly said as they walked down the high street. "I would have loved to get you away and play some real games with you. But we'll still have fun." Jason swallowed deeply at the prospect, but inwardly he smiled that the stores around the town and the local populace in general had taken to him. He was always polite and friendly, and while at first he had endured his share of laughs and giggles, they had come to realise that he meant no harm and that he would not cause them offence. "I've got a few appointments set up, but we'll start with a couple of skirts and dresses." They spent some time in Dorothy Perkins, Next, New Look, River Island, and a couple of the larger department stores like Debenhams and John Lewis. In each, she found various outfits and checked with the store clerks if it was okay for him to try them on. They were all open and friendly, even when Kelly insisted he come out onto the sales floor each time for their opinions and advice. That's where it got difficult for Jason. While the local workers were pleasant and used to him and his appearance, a lot of the shoppers were from out of town. He found himself enduring more than his share of giggles, stares, and outright laughter that drew even more attention to himself. He wished Debs was here to comfort him, but instead he only had Kelly. And she only provoked the onlookers with comments like: "Don't mind my new secretary. I just want her to look the part," and "This is just my sissy friend. Isn't she cute?" They settled on three dresses, two professional and one a flowing summer dress, a skirt-suit, and two more skirts, both of which would work with the blouses he already owned. At John Lewis, Kelly also had him try on three pairs of shoes she had ordered in especially for him. Each had a four inch heel. She had him march around and smiled at how well he walked after all the practice he'd had in the medium heeled court shoes. Keeping a strappy pair on, she then guided him to the MAC make-up counter. "Is Sammi around?" Kelly asked. "Just a second. Sammi, there's a lady and her friend to see you." Sammi appeared from the back and Jason took a second. She was beautiful, but also a make-up goddess. A perfect ad for all the products she was selling. Use our make-up, the look said, and you can look just like me. "Hi," Sammi greeted them. "I'm Kelly, and this is Jenny, the woman I told you about." Jason blushed heavily. "Don't be shy, Sweetcheeks. I've seen you pop in now and then. I'm so happy you've come by to say hello. Your new boss Kelly said you were hoping for a full makeover?" Jason looked at Kelly. "Go ahead," Kelly said. "I've got a few things to do so I'll see you in an hour or so." Sammi patted a seat. "Sit yourself down, Sweetie." Jason did as she said. "I'd like her to have a professional day look," Kelly explained, "but I want more than a hint of sexiness to it." "You got it," Sammi said. "Jenny, make sure you learn a thing or two. I'll expect you to present yourself fully made up to work every day from now." "Yes, Miss Kelly." Kelly left and Sammi began gathering samples, considering his skin tone, the colour of his eyes, the clothes he was wearing. "So, I think what would be best is if I do one side of your face and as we go along you practice on the other. How does that sound, Jenny?" Jason nodded. "Is it okay to call you Jenny, Sweetie?" Jason nodded again. "You can talk to me. I won't bite." "Sorry, I'm just a little scared. I've never worn more than lipstick before. And, as much as I want to learn, I'm a guy." "Sweetie, you're going to look beautiful when I'm finished. And I don't judge. Men can wear make-up, too. I just want people to feel good about who they are." Jason thought for a moment about her words....I just want people to feel good about who they are. Who am I? he wondered. The dreams had been getting worse, and he was beginning to believe they represented repressed childhood memories of gender dysphoria; big words that a little boy could never know. But he had definitely been confused, and definitely, desperately wanted to be a girl. Tears welled in his eyes. "Are you okay?" Sammi asked. He sniffed and nodded. "Yes. I just....It means a lot. That there are people like you around." "That's so sweet," Sammi said, brushing the compliment off. "But, come on. Let's get you looking pretty as a princess." She explained she was going to start by wiping his face clean and by testing some colours. Eventually she was satisfied and applied primer, concealer and foundation. "Now, some girls do this with their finger, but a brush is much better," Sammi explained. "Your turn." Jason tried to follow her instructions, but his fingers were trembling. She held his hand steady. "Don't worry, Sweetheart. I'm here for you now, and anytime you need help." His nerves settled a little, Jason found it easier this time. It didn't look as good as Sammi's side, but it wasn't awful. "Look," Sammi said, taking the brush. "Just a little blending and you're about right." She worked for a second and the make-up became seamless. "Blush next," she said, and prepared a colour and brush. She sketched it over his cheek. "Now, the mistake a lot of women make is to go too heavy with blush. Unless they actually mean to look like a clown." Sammi laughed. Jason couldn't help but join her. "Good, your loosening up. So just a hint of colour, and the same with bronzer. There you go. Your turn." He followed what she had done quite well, making a little bubble with his cheek. After he applied the blush he danced a bronzer brush over his face and forehead. "That's great," Sammi encouraged. "So here's where we're going to get adventurous. Your eyes. You have gorgeous blue eyes and I want to really set them off. And the lilac pattern on your blouse....We could work with that. Find a colour that co-ordinates really well." She started with eye-liner and then a suitable eye shadow which she brushed on, light and dark, and then blended. She finished with mascara, ensuring his lashes were long and looping. Throughout it all Jason had been hard as a rock. Not only at the closeness of Sammi, but because of what she was doing. He was loving it, and learning so much - until he nearly poked his eye out. "Careful," Sammi smiled and wiped his eye clean. "Try again." He struggled with the eye-liner, but did well with the eye shadows and mascara. A touch messy, but Sammi fixed it up. "That's great. Your eyes look stunning. Are you sure this is your first time using make-up?" she asked. Jason smiled at the compliment. "I made a mess that time." "I've seen a lot worse, Jenny. Pout for me." Jason made a face. "Dial it back a little, Sweetie." Sammi started with lip liner, then a soft red lipstick and finally gloss. "Take a look," she said. Jason looked in the mirror. Except for his hair, he looked incredible. "Thank you." "Do you like it?" Sammi asked. "It's amazing. I look....I...." "You look very pretty, Sweetie," Sammi said, "and don't ever doubt yourself. Now, you know where I am. If you have any questions, or need any help, just pop in." Jason purchased the products she had used and Sammi explained what other colours would suit his eyes and skin. He took those too. He couldn't wait to practice new looks. "Thank you so much," he said. Sammi gave him a quick hug as Kelly returned. "I'm the manager here so you can catch me anytime, Sweetie." Kelly smiled. "Time for your hair and nails." 3 In the salon, Kelly explained that even though Jason had quite short hair he would be growing it out. "I will?" he asked. Kelly nodded. "Soon you'll have the most gorgeous wavey locks." Jason, starting to enjoy himself after Sammi had been so kind, smiled happily. "I was thinking Pixie," Kelly suggested. The hairdresser considered him. "That'll work well. He'll really start to look like the woman he is." Jason's smile faltered and his natural blush shone through the make-up. "Oh, he's getting all embarrassed," the hairdresser teased. "I've seen you parading around town. You think people are being kind to you, but most women, like me, think you're just something for us to laugh at." That's not true, Jason thought. Sammi, for example, was so genuine...But what if it was just an act? What if she was secretly amused by the man being made to dress as a woman? The man accepting more and more that, perhaps, this was who he actually was? He shut his mind down. Sammi was cool. Most women were.....But there would always be women like Kelly, and now this hairdresser, who thought he was just out for their amusement and pleasure. Women who would instill doubt in his mind. "It's about time you got your hair done, sissy. Sit down." Jason did as he was told, the bubble Sammi had kindly created bursting. Not just bursting. Exploding. He had no control here, no input, and was at their mercy. "Some tints would look nice, too," Kelly said, joining the hairdresser. "You got it. The girlier the better for him." Jason fidgeted uncomfortably. Her attitude was in complete contrast to Sammi's. She and Kelly would probably make good friends. "Be still," the hairdresser commanded. Jason froze, barely breathed as she worked. He wasn't allowed to talk as the hairdresser listened to all he had been through. Kelly's version. There was no mention of Debs' compassion, merely teasing and torture and torment. All the humiliations....He cringed at some of the things that had happened as the hairdresser laughed at him. "Aren't you just the sweetest sissy," she grinned. Jason closed his eyes and escaped. He imagined how he would look with his hair done. He could picture a Pixie cut and with his make-up and clothes he was going to look as close to a real woman as he could. He might not pass, but he wouldn't be far off. Yes, these two seemed to be enjoying his humiliation, but he was enjoying the process for his own reasons. His resistance to the humiliations of Kelly was as high as ever. But his general threshold for femininity had virtually vanished. He wondered as he almost dozed to a dream-state how much Debs would do to him, and how far he would go and if he would ever dare share the memories he was experiencing from his childhood with her....In the chair he fell asleep. In the dream he was a boy again. Still young, but falling alseep wishing he could wear girl clothes all the time. Falling asleep wishing he would wake a girl. That his parents would see who he really was and- "Wake up," the hairdresser said, startling him. "All done, girlie." He opened his eyes......And couldn't believe the woman staring back at him. His make-up was perfect, and now it was crowned with a sweeping Pixie cut, hints of soft blonde threading through his naturally sandy hair. He gasped. Kelly and the hairdresser giggled at his reaction. "Now, I worked hard on this," the hairdresser said. "It's relatively low maintenance so don't mess it up or Kelly won't be the only one humiliating you." "Don't worry," Kelly said. "I'll send her in once a week for a touch up. As her hair gets longer you can try anyhthing you like with her." 4 The beautician and nail parlour was next door. The nail technician trimmed and buffed his nails, and applied the false nails. She then trimmed them and gave them a nice curved shape. Jason watched everything she was doing, trying to learn. "Don't worry," Kelly said. "You'll be back regularly like a good girl." "You're going to love what I do," the technician, a bubbly young woman, said. "I've never worked on a man like you before so I'll make sure you have the girliest nails every time I see you." Jason offered a standard-issue "But-".......However, inside he was secretly grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Yes, he was being feminised. But instead of looking like a man walking around in trousers and a blouse, he now looked like a woman. Again, he might not pass, but his efforts would be recognised and respected by other women, if not men. "Now, you'll have to be careful," the woman explained. "You'll not be used to nails like this, so watch out." "Watch out?" he asked. "Yes, even simple things like turning a faucet on, opening a can, even scratching an itch. It'll take you a while to get used to them," she said, "but once you are, you'll never want normal nails again." She painted his nails and then decorated them with a little stencil art. Then she placed a tiny diamante stone on the pinkie finger of each hand. "All done," the technician said. "What do you think?" He considered them. They were beautiful. "Just in time," Kelly said. "Come on. We have an open house to get to." CHAPTER SEVEN --- OPEN HOUSE 1 The house they were trying to sell that afternoon belonged to Sabrina Ford. As they went around opening windows, Jason noted she had left the skirt out that he had been caught wearing. His stomach turned. Sabrina had no doubt left it there to taunt him. "Get changed then," Kelly suddenly said. "I can't wear-" "Jenny, sometimes you're such an airhead. Obviously you can't wear a client's skirt. Can you?" She waited and Jason did his best not to fill the silence with a stammering confession of what he had done. Did she know? But how? Kelly smiled, waiting. "I-" Jason began. "Silly, I meant get changed into one of your new outfits. I think the peach summer dress would be nice. I know it's not too professional, but you looked great in it." He got changed, removing his blouse and trousers before her. He then put the flowing dress on. It felt delightful. He walked downstairs as the first prospective buyers arrived, Kelly at his side. She was on her best, least cruel, behaviour and made a pleasant introduction to each visitor. The day went well, but they both had the feeling that nobody was particularly hooked. Then the couple who had caught Jason wearing the skirt arrived. They enjoyed another tour of the house and spent sometime with Kelly downstairs, while Jason prepared them drinks. "My husband is quite taken with your assistant," the woman informed her. "He's never seen anybody quite like that." "Jenny's just the Office Girl. One day she might be lucky enough to be my personal assistant," Kelly told them, and then looked at the husband. "Perhaps you'd like to spend some time alone with her." "I-well-" "Dennis, you haven't stopped talking about her," the woman said. "She is rather fascinating," Dennis confirmed. "Could I really see her alone? You wouldn't mind, dear?" "Of course not. All I've heard is your fantasies about what she might be like." Just then Jason returned with a tray of drinks. "Dennis would like to see the bedrooms again. Particularly, the master," Kelly told Jason. "Certainly, Miss Kelly," Jason said, and then looked at the man. "After you." "No, I insist. Ladies first." Jason led him briefly to the smaller rooms and then to the larger master bedroom. Dennis spotted the skirt hanging from the wardrobe. "That's the one you were wearing on our last visit?" he asked. Jason blushed, his secret discovered. "Yes," he confessed. "It's not yours?" "No. It was the first skirt I ever wore. Please don't tell Miss Kelly." The man unbuttoned his shirt at the top, revealing taught, leathery skin. "You naughty girl. Wearing clothes that don't belong to you," he chastised. "I'm sorry. Sometimes this is hard enough and I hate to think what Miss Kelly would do to me if she found out. Please, you won't tell her, will you?" "That depends on you," he smiled. "Are you naughty often?" Suddenly, Jason realised he was being flirted with. He started to back away, but Dennis advanced towards him. "Could you be naughty for me?" he asked. "I'd like to see you in that skirt again." Jason turned. He touched the skirt. Held it in his fingers. "If you entertain me now with those luscious lips of yours, show me what a real woman you are, I'll write a cheque downstairs for the asking price." The man closed in on him. Jason actually thought about it. He hadn't closed a deal in a month or so. The business was struggling. He watched as a bulge became more apparent in the man's trousers; felt confused by his own arousal and realised, with a satisfied smile, that it was the prospect of getting a sale that was making him hard, not what was about to happen. "I'm glad this will make you happy," the man said, reaching to unzip his trousers. "It certainly will me." CHAPTER EIGHT --- THE FINAL DREAM 1 But there was to be no sale that day. Jason smiled as he drove home, breaking out into a hearty laugh as he considered Kelly's furious reaction when the man, fuming at his rejection - one that Jason had delivered with a stinging slap to his cheek - came downstairs and grabbed the hand of his wife to leave. He couldn't stop giggling as he remembered the man storming out and Kelly, looking up at him, stood at the top of the stairs in his summer dress, tapping her foot. Her threats didn't matter. Nor her dark promises of what she would do to him. He was going to talk with Debs and end this. He relived the slap again. The man's shocked expression as his hands froze at his zipper. Hurt turning to a humiliating rejection. Jason smiled. He felt empowered. "I'm not a sex object to be used for your gratification," Jason had snarled, and slapped him again just to hammer the point home. He didn't need a sale that badly. Back home he prepared dinner for Debs, keeping busy to distract himself from what had almost happened. She was late, so he ate alone. But he barely touched his food, feeling a little ill about what had almost happened, drinking wine instead, running his fingers over the lipstick rim of his glass, considering who he was now, where Jason ended and Jenny began. He ran a bubble bath and soaked for a while, but, drowsy, he climbed out and towelled off. He put his nightie on and slipped under the covers. He could hear Debs downstairs, but he ignored her when she called out his name. His real name... "Jenny! You home?" He heard her on the stairs and he hid his face so she could not see the tears streaking his make-up. He was so ashamed by what had almost happened, by the way he had almost been violated; but also by the fact that, for a fleeting second, he had actually considered it. "Jenny? Are you okay?" He pretended to be asleep and felt his wife's hand stroke his hair for a minute. "Poor, baby," Debs whispered, deciding that she needed to talk to her husband in the morning. She had to level with him about why she was doing this, and then they had to find some common ground before their business and marriage were wrecked. She sat for a while on the edge of the bed, still stroking his hair, and he held on until he sensed she had left - and then he cried himself to- 2 -a disturbed sleep. He was dreaming again, but he had come to realise these dreams harboured truths and desires. Long held, repressed childhood memories that were now coming back any way they could because of what was happening. As a child he had dressed in his mother's panties and secretly prayed he would be discovered and accepted. He had fallen asleep night after night not understanding why God had put him in the wrong body, wishing over and over that he would wake and be a girl. Then one day his mother came to him and he knew his prayers had been answered. Somewhere a magical genie had heard his special, precious wish and granted it to be so. His mother told him he was to have an operation on his private parts. She called it a big word. Circumcision. And, although he obviously came to understand what it meant, on that day, so young, he believed it to be salvation. His mother had finally realised the mistake that had been made and they were going to put things right for her. She was going to get the private parts she was supposed to have. She was going to finally be a girl. His mother didn't understand why he was so happy....and then, after the success of the operation, so sad. But little Jason was heartbroken. He didn't speak for months. Didn't play. He didn't understand how he could have been betrayed so badly by his family, his own mother. She was supposed to protect him and love him; yet she had hurt him so badly. He was alone. Who could he talk to if his own mother didn't understand? Nobody. Alone and afraid, he started to bury the girl who was inside him. She could never get out....she would only be hurt, so he trapped her inside his mind in a small room without windows or walls where she could not cause him pain, but equally, and more importantly, where she could never be hurt herself. But then, with the advent of his feminisation, she had started to chip away at the walls, she had started to dig and claw until finally she could see light and feel a warmth that drove her into a fervour until....she was born again...a second chance to live and thrive and dance in the world. A chance to be free... 3 He woke, startled and sweating. Debs was already awake, and, instantly, that comforting hand stroked his hair. "What time is it?" he panicked. "Don't worry," she assured him. "I've got to get ready. My make-up's going to take-God I must look a mess. Miss Kelly-" "Miss Kelly?" "Yes, she'll do God knows what if I-" "Seriously, don't worry. I've already called Kelly and told her you'd be taking a sick day. We need to talk." 4 At the breakfast table she was wearing sweats, but Jason had taken the time to look nice, in a skirt and a blouse, a pretty day look. Debs smiled at him. Over a breakfast of pancakes and juice they had the open heart to heart that Debs realised she should have had in the first place, instead of going to her friend who it appeared now had ensnared them both. But for what gain? When she confronted him about having affairs he was shocked. He admitted to flirting, but couldn't believe that this had all started because of a lack of trust. She found she believed him, and wished she had spoken to him up front months ago. He admitted to flirting, but said that was one of the advantages he had to help close deals. He was a great people person, even better with women having been more comfortable in their company all his life. Again, she believed him. She held his hand. "Are we going to be okay?" she asked. "I'm so sorry for the way I acted. I had blinkers on and couldn't see-" "Look, the thing that's pretty much destroyed me is your lack of trust. The fact that you didn't come to me." "You best change your clothes," she said, considering him sadly. "This is going to be a real mess and-" "I'd be a hypocrite now that I've brought up the trust issue if I didn't open up." "What do you mean?" she asked. "I want-I need to continue," he began nervously, not sure where this conversation was heading but knowing he had to share the feelings he'd been experiencing. "I want to enjoy this more." "Baby? You can dress as often as you like-" "I don't mean with Kelly. With people in charge or control." He looked at himself, tears slipping out. "I need this. This is me..." "Jenny, sweetheart," Debs said and moved around the table. She sat next to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "I'm here for you always." "But what if it's more. Jenny? Jason? I don't know who I am....I've been having bad dreams. Childhood memories about..." He started to sob. His whole body heaved and she held him as he convulsed. "Easy, Jenny. I've got you, baby. I'm here for you." She talked him through the worst of it for several minutes and then, his body trembling, quaking: "What if.....? I think maybe I was-I think I was a woman and I buried any ideas of it, but what you've.....what we've been doing has unlocked all kinds of memories." "Just talk me through it," Debs said. "I was so wrong to hurt you the way I have, but if any good comes from this, I want us to discover it together. I never meant for you to become so emotionally, psychologically, hurt. Just talk to me and we'll get through this together." Jason began at his childhood, how he had been able to repress all his female tendencies and desires, except that to dress, after what he had perceived as a betrayal by his mother. The circumcision that he understood as an adult was never going to be a sex change. He had hated his mother so much, but it wasn't her fault. "Is that what you want?" she asked. "I don't know what I want, who I am. I'm so confused," he cried. "If I was a little girl, why did this happen? How? Why did I bury it and deny myself the life I should have? Oh, God," he body heaved. "Our life together....Was it a lie? I'm so sorry...." He started to sob again and Debs cradled him through it, helping him to settle again. "I love you," she said. "Our love was never a lie. I know that now. And the fact that you can share this with me....I've got you, Jenny. Whatever happens. I've got you." He settled down. "For now," Debs said, "I think you should continue as you are at home. But we'll find somebody professional to help us through this." Just then the telephopne rang. She touched his shoulder and went to answer it. He couldn't hear the other side of the conversation, but Debs' face turned white with shock. 5 They met with their lawyer later that day. At Jason's appearance as Jenny, Debs took a few minutes to explain a sanitised version of what had been happening. They were being sued by two people, Sandy Croft explained, professional in her suit. Sabrina Ford and Kelly Werner. "It looks like, from what you've said, they planned this together from day one. Sabrina influenced you to feminise Jason and-" "Jenny," he said. "I prefer Jenny." "Sorry," Sandy told him. "She planted the seed so that she could disrepute your company. Their are easier ways to make money, I guess, but this is pretty unique. She's got video..." Jason wiped tears from his eyes. "Did she film-?" "Jenny, what is it?" Debs asked. "I took her skirt and wore it," he confessed. "Oh, baby, that's the least of our worries," Debs told him. "I'm going to kill that-" "The video was shot privately," Sandy interupted. "There's an argument that it was a violation, filmed without consent, but that's pretty flimsy. He was in Sabrina Ford's home, trying on her clothes." "I'm so sorry," Jason cried. Debs held him for a moment. Sandy passed a box of tissues. "No," Debs said. "This is on me. I listened to her. I have to fix this. What about Kelly?" "She's afraid to lose her job. Says that you bullied her into-" "Bullied?" Debs began. "That lying-" "I've seen the contract. You have got her doing, if you'll excuse me, some pretty out there stuff." "Yeah, and she's been doing a whole lot more by herself," Debs argued. "Look, bottom line," Sandy said, "I don't recommend you fighting these women. The suits are separate, but like I said, I think they are working together. And they both have strong cases about the unusual circumstances of your husband." "I'm not going to lose my business to them," Debs protested. "I've been so stupid. What if we prove they're in this together?" "Can you?" Sandy asked. "I've seen them meet secretly," Debs said. "That's not enough." "What about the game?" Jason asked. "What game?" Sandy looked at him. "Heads you dress.....Sabrina played it with me the first time. Toss a coin. Tails won't be too good, but heads will be much worse. Then Kelly played it. I couldn't place it. But I remember now. It was from the time I met Sabrina to value her home." A game, Debs thought. They're lives had been wrecked because of a wicked game. "That puts them together," Jason finished. "It's not enough. We can try and find something more solid, but facts as they are, I'd finish this quietly and start again..." "But that could cost-" Debs began. Jason saw the fear in his wife's eyes, marvelled at how she had stood by him this morning when he had tried to express his confusion about his gender. All he wanted to do was take these horrible emotions from his wife. He wanted to see her happy again. "I could transition," he said. "What?" Debs looked at him. "That's a much bigger conversation, Jenny." "It's not a bad idea," Sandy said. Debs looked at her lawyer. "Don't encourage her." "But don't you see. Jason-Jenny, sorry, obviously has a submissive personality. From what you've told me Kelly Werner has been the main enforcer of his feminisation. We make Jenny out to be a victim in all this and-" "No," Debs said firmly. "I don't know what our future holds, but I will not have her hurt anymore after all she's been through." She turned to Jason. "Your gender is a bigger issue than this." Debs held her head in her hands. Jason comforted her. Finally, she looked up to her lawyer. "Just find out what they want and make this go away. No matter the cost." "No," Jason protested. "Jenny, we have to find our smiles again," she told him. "We have to find our happy place. There's no price I won't pay for that." CHAPTER NINE --- FOUR YEARS LATER 1 The town was about two hundred miles away. The new business opening was a complete change of pace for both owners. A small coffee shop, specialising in party buffets and elaborate cakes. It was a fresh start for various reasons, one of which was Jenny. She'd told Debs she would reamin in their hometown, but Debs wanted to give her a fair chance. A better than fair chance. And while Jenny had made some good friends while she was still Jason, there was also those who viewed her with prejudiced eyes and judgement. "Are you ready?" Debs asked as she smoothed out a place setting. "I'm a little nervous. There's quite a queue outside," Jenny worried. "And they're all here for us. This is a small town. Even a new coffee shop opening is a big event here. But they'll want to know the new owners, all about us." She pecked her on the cheek. "You're going to do great." Debs unlocked the door and greeted the customers as they flooded in. The first reached Jenny behind the counter. She was wearing a summer dress, her breasts heaving with nerves, fingers trembling. "Oh, don't be scared, honey," the woman before her said. "These cakes and pastries all look delightful. I'm sure we'll love them." Jenny started to relax. The customers were so pleasant. She started to serve and chatted amiably with them all, getting to know a little about them in turn. Debs joined her behind the counter, her hand brushing discreetly against Jenny's butt as she snuck by. "I love you, Jenny," she whispered. "You too, baby," Jenny smiled, and then turned happily to her next customer. THE END