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FOUR WOMEN By Geneva Three women help a domineering multinational business owner in a revenge scheme to change an obnoxious man into a woman by means of a magic book and make her his slave. Eventually they have second thoughts, rebel and all four escape from him. This is another in my series of stories, "Plaything", "Remodelled", "Pretty Edith" and "Dear Brother", but written from the viewpoint of the character Mary. START Yesterday I came back from a visit to my doctor. Even though I had been expecting the bad news I was numbed with its confirmation. Today, after a night of broken sleep, I have decided it's time for me to get my things in order. He told me I have several months but I have never been one for delaying and I think I should get started. I think back on my life and decide to write it down. Some things I have done I am proud of, others not so much but as the following events formed a major part of my life for a year or so I want to record a strange and sometimes harrowing tale. It is an incredible tale, mainly of three women, one of them a victim, and myself, conflict with a domineeering man, and magic. My own part began with a phone call from Ephraim Vandervelt, the powerful and influential international businessman. He is very rich now, but had humble beginnings and I had actually known him and his family since I was quite young as his parents were neighbors of my own. Both of our families lived in very modest houses, quite different from the big house down the street that belonged to other neighbors, the Kaiser family, who represented old money in the area. Ephraim's parents were employed by the Kaisers. I was almost out of my teenage years by the time Ephraim was born, so he was still only a youngster when I was a young woman. To tell the truth, we did not interact much and, at that time, there was nothing particularly remarkable about him then. In fact, to me, he just seemed most of the time like the typical snotty nosed kid! There was no hint in the boy of the hugely successful businessman he was to become. The Kaisers' son James had been born about the same time as Ephraim and I often saw the two boys at play and other activities. However, it was quite obvious in their interactions that James usually took the lead in any activity. But then, his folks were better off than the Vandervelds and I suppose that rubbed off on the pecking order of the kids. I have to admit that James, who I knew a little better, had developed into, to put it mildly, a little shit! Arrogant, rude, supercilious, bossy and devious, you name it! I knew I was not particularly attractive as a girl. I was taller than most other girls and, I have to admit it, had a fairly solid figure! James Kaiser often taunted me and called me names but I given the Kaiser family influence I just had to accept it. Many a time I wished that someone would take him down a peg or two. Putting a boot to his ass would have been a good start! Occasionally I wondered how Ephraim put up with it, but I suppose he had little choice. Ephraim had a younger sister Louise and occasionally I babysat for them when I was in high school, but I had started dating and soon after I graduated from high school I got married to Mike O'Leary and moved away down the coast. He was a logging driver and we struggled along for some years before calling it quits, mainly because of his drinking. A couple of years later I met John MacLennan. He was career army so my married years with him were through a series of accommodations in or near army bases. We never had any kids. I am not sure of the reason but kids weren't really enough of priority for us to get professional help anyway. The constant moving of army life took its toll and after about ten years John and I called it quits too. I moved back home briefly with my parents and saw a little of the Vanderveld and Kaiser families. I was told that the only son of the Kaisers got into a lot of business and schemes, but while they did not fail, they never seemed to be wildly successful either. I called in on the Vandervelds some times when I was back home. They told me that Ephraim had been stationed in Germany when he was in the army, but then he had left and started his own business. They proudly told me he was doing well. Louise Vanderveld, who was a little younger than her brother, had left home too. I had heard earlier that she was friendly with James Kaiser but when I mentioned him to the Vandervelds they just said she had moved away. Just by the way they spoke I gathered that there was some awkwardness and ill-feeling, but I didn't enquire further. After kicking around for a couple of years in some dead end jobs I looked for something to do so I worked for a security company and then later joined the state prison service as a guard in a woman's prison. I neither liked nor disliked the work. It was just a job but it exposed me to all types of women, mostly from the lowest on the economic and social scale but there were the occasional ones who had been in responsible positions but couldn't keep their hands off other people's money. I met the occasional murderess too! A lot of them had emotional problems and incarceration caused its own problems but I learned to cope with, I think, just about all types. My height helped there. Otherwise, I kept a quiet life and I never remarried. Marriage didn't seem a priority and I was happy with a loose circle of friends and acquaintances, mostly women I worked with. I had put on weight too, at least I no longer had a girlish figure. That and my height gave me, I think, a commanding presence. Maybe it meant that I didn't attract men so much but it helped suggest to the more unruly of the prisoners that they had better behave when I was around. After a couple of rough years in the prisons I decided that I had had enough of them . I could retire, although with only a modest pension. As the time approached I decided I really needed to get more money in the bank and as I had always had a job I began wondering what I could do to earn a little more cash and fill the time. So I was a little intrigued when I had that phone call one day. "Is that Mary MacLennan?" the voice asked. "Yes?" I said cautiously. I was fed up with phone calls from marketers. "This is Ephraim Vanderveld. How are you, Mary?" It took me a second or so to react. "I'm well. And yourself? Your's is a voice from the past." "Yes Mary, it's been many years." With the brief social niceties over he immediately got to the point. Ephraim had always been like that. "I hear you are about to retire from the Corrections Service, Mary. Are you interested in another job? I may have something for you." "Possibly! Doing what?" "Um, look, I don't want to speak on the phone so let's have lunch together and I'll explain. Is next Tuesday fine? At noon?" "Where about?" "I haven't decided, but it won't be at a fast food place. I'll come and fetch you. I know where you live." With little else, he hung up. I was slightly amused. When he was a boy he had been very single minded, and abrupt almost to the point of rudeness. It appeared that little had changed. I had heard he had become a successful businessman. Obviously he did not need charm in his dealings. Or maybe he only turned it on with those he wanted to make deals with. That weekend I thought a lot about Vanderveld and did some investigations on the Vanderveld Corporation, getting more and more impressed. I had not realized its size! Or even Vanderveld's influence! And he was going to take me for lunch! He had the money to hire anyone he wanted. I wondered why he had asked me. He had obviously done some checking on me too. I also took a little time to look over my finances. I had enough saved and invested to keep me reasonably comfortable for a very modest retirement, but that was all. If I got a few years in another job I could be much better off. When Tuesday morning came I dithered about what to wear. I finally decided on a pair of black slacks, a white blouse and a dark jacket. I owned a couple of dresses and some skirts, but I wore them so rarely that I was uncomfortable in them. Besides, I had the idea any position he had for me would not require much glamor. He drove up to my door precisely at noon in a black Mercedes and I was out of my oor and at the vehicle passenger side before he even switched off the engine. I did not want him seeing into my modest house. "You didn't wait for me to open the car door?" he commented. I flushed slightly." No, I guess it's while since a man did that for me." He was dressed in a dark suit, with a white shirt and a dark blue tie with small white spots. He was very smart and I felt a bit underdressed. He drove down the coast a little and stopped at a nice looking restaurant overlooking a small harbor. It turned out he had made a reservation there. During the drive he seemed preoccupied and apart from asking me a bit about myself he said little. It was the same at lunch. When I tried to raise the subject of why he had invited me out he just waved his hand. "In time," he said and he asked me more about myself. In fact we were having coffee when he leaned back, looked me in the eye and finally got down to business. I got the impression that he had been assessing me. "All right, Mary, I can see that you are curious. First, I want to use your services. I want you to be a live-in guide, guard, mentor, supervisor, jailer, whatever description fits, to another woman. There will be one other woman there definitely along with you as a co- supervisor and probably another as well, my sister Louise. I imagine I will need your services for at least a couple of years and I will pay you well." When he mentioned the actual amount I just about fell off my chair. For two years, if I was live-in as he suggested, I could save well and when I finally retired I would be very comfortable. I managed to keep a poker face but my doubts were suddenly diminished. I am ashamed to admit that the thought of the money clouded my judgment. "And who is this woman?" I asked. "I'll tell you later. But let me just say that she will be an unwilling guest. She will be someone too, who will need a lot of training in the ways of a woman. I want her to be a suitable companion for me at selected occasions. You have had experience in prisons. I can use that. As I said, I'm hoping my sister Louise will be there too. She has her own reasons for it. The other helper is an employee of my corporation and I think she will be willing to help me. She owes me a favor, a large one." I sat back and looked out at the gulls circling over the harbor. The money was tempting, but still....? "Have you seen my new company headquarters?" he asked suddenly. "No, it's a while since I 've been in the city." "All right, why don't I give you a tour while you're deciding?" Back in the car he drove right into the city. His eyes were on the road and any of my attempts to find out more were evaded. I was flabbergasted when I got to our destination. I had seen articles about The Vanderveld HQ in the newspaper but I had not realized it was so big. And to think that Ephraim Vanderveld, who I had once babysat, was the big boss! If its size alone was not impressive enough, the building itself was totally clad in a shimmering gray-blue stone. In front was an elaborate portico constructed of gold tinted glass with VANDERVELD INTERNATIONAL in large gold letters above. We drove into the underground garage to a spot with EPHRAIM VANDERVELD prominently displayed on three stalls, big gold letters too! One held a Cadillac and the other a Ferrari. Out of the car he led me through a door with a combination lock that said 'PRIVATE ELEVATOR'. This led to another room holding the actual elevator doors, but I noticed some new construction to one side. It looked like another room had been constructed in it. I frowned when I saw this one fitted with a steel door and a barred window. I smelled the new cement by it. "What's that?" I asked. "It looks like a jail cell." I had meant it humorously. "It is," he said, but made no more comments as he led me to the elevator door. I was beginning to have even more reservations about his proposal. "It's nice to have my own elevator so I can come and go as I want," he said, as he pressed the palm of his hand onto the pad. "It's useful for private things too." The elevator was fast but smooth. It opened up into the entranceway of a penthouse, obviously set up as a private apartment for Vandervelt. He stood aside for me to enter, and I was immediately impressed. The floor was a warm polished dark brown wood, but almost completely covered with expensive looking rugs that looked as if they were Persian. A fancy rosewood desk sat by one wall, and several large leather sofas and chairs by the windows. The walls were hung with huge paintings, dramatic certainly, but modern abstract works were not really my taste. I walked over to the huge windows. "Great view, isn't it?" he asked. I nodded. It was a clear sunny day, and I had a fantastic view over the city, the harbor and docks, the outlying islands, the sea and the far mountains with their snow covered tops. Through another doorway I saw another office, this time a working one with a desk covered in papers, and shelves and files all over one wall. I saw printers and three computers and a copy machine. He noticed my interest. "Yes, I like working from here, although I have an office on one of the other floors too." Another part looked more like a kitchen area, but much too cold looking for my taste, with its stainless steel countertop, appliances and white sterile cupboards, although possibly my judgment was clouded by a series of rented houses, where the cupboards and countertops showed a history of owners. Through another door I saw a large bed with a striped covered duvet and a deep pile rug. More abstract art hung on its walls. "A drink?" he asked pointing to a bar. I felt royally entertained by the luxury. "What do you have?" I asked. "Oh, never mind. Just a glass of white wine." "I think you'll like this one," he said, pulling out a bottle from a cupboard under the bar. "It's a Washington Chardonnay. I just bought the vineyard last year." He gestured for me to sit on one of the sofas and took a seat next to me. I saw he was waiting for me to start drinking so I raised my glass to him and took a sip, savoring the complex flavor. It was certainly much better than the usual grocery store stuff I bought. He had poured himself a Scotch. He gestured to a leather sofa. "All right, Mary, I'll give you more details. As I said, you and two others are to be in control of a woman. She is to be rigorously instructed and trained as a companion for me." "Rigorously? A companion?" I raised my eyebrows. "I am beginning to doubt that you only want a 'companion'. " He was not at all fazed by my questions. "Yes, in fact she will be an unwilling participant, at first anyway. If necessary, you will break her spirit." I sat back on the sofa. "I'm uncomfortable with that. It sounds a bit like slavery." He shrugged, as if it was of no importance. "Yes, and the person will have been a man. I want that person be trained into a female life." I shook my head " Mr.Vanderveld, so even if the person is a transsexual or transvestite, whatever it is, and whatever your taste is, it would still be slavery. Yes, I would like a job, but I am very uncomfortable with that." "Tell me, Mary, do you remember James Kaiser? I used to play with him when I was young. My parents worked for his." "That one? I don't remember him fondly. Supercilious little bastard! Full of himself! He really needed taken down a peg or two. I..." Vanderveld was looking at me with a faint smile. "Would you like the chance?" "You mean it's him?" I said, taken aback. "But I heard he'd been married. In fact I heard he's had quite a string of women. I didn't think he was inclined that way." His face took on a gleeful expression. "Oh no, he isn't, and that what makes it better! You see, Mary, he will have been changed into a woman. Quite a beautiful one too." I stared at him. "Surgery? Operations, you mean?" "No, you see, Mary, let me tell you a little story. One time, before I got going on all of this." He waved his hand round at our surroundings, "I was working in Germany and visiting an old castle. It had a really old library and I when I was snooping through it I accidentally found a hidden panel, and behind that I found a curious old book hidden away. I took it, although it's nothing to look at. But, it's a most remarkable book. It has magic spells." I was incredulous. I shook my head. "Mr. Vanderveld, magic doesn't exist, " I said, trying to be polite. He grinned. "I didn't think so either, but what's in this book certainly works, at least the spells I have tried." His expression told me he was both convinced and serious. I began to feel uncomfortable. "You see, I am going to take James Kaiser down a 'peg or two', as you said. Yes, and more! Along with the help of another young woman called Edith, one who works for me, I'm going to change James into a woman. I fully expect that she will be a very attractive one and I will use her as a companion while I am here at company functions and so on. " His voice hardened. "She will be humiliated, of course, having a man's mind but imprisoned in an attractive woman's body. That's all to the good. That way I'll have my revenge. I've been thinking a long time about it." I could not conceive of the trauma of a person of one sex being stuck in the body of another, but I thought of what I remembered about James and his insults and the thought of helping to humiliate him became very appealing. "Your job would be to strictly supervise her. I suppose though, after a time she could get somewhat used to her changed body, accept it and her new lifestyle. Her mind will change eventually. After all, I will provide her with the best of clothes and she will live in some type of luxury as would be expected for a companion for me." His voice hardened. "The only thing is that she will not be free to leave. She will be aware she belongs to me, totally. I have bought an island off the coast and renovated a large house on it. That is where she will be kept." "How long will this be for?" "For a few years, I would think." To my shame, when I think about it now, I agreed. "All right, I'll do it." "Good! Then I'll make arrangements. Now, a schedule. I think it will be about a month before I have things ready so I'll leave you to make your own arrangements. I'll contact you when you can move there." A bit apprehensive about what I had agreed to, I let him drive me back home. I sat down in my worn armchair thinking about it, wondering if I should tell him I had second thoughts but when I looked at my meager possessions the thought of the money clouded my judgment. So, I finally handed in my notice to the prison service and after some half-hearted nights out with other female guards, I was on my own. I only hoped that Vanderveld's invitation was still valid. Then, as he had said, about a month later he contacted me again and a week after that a small van came for me. The driver helped me with the two large suitcases that held most of my possessions and we set off. The van drove to the docks in the city, where I was helped onto a small cabin cruiser and soon I watched as the gray water churned behind us away from the harbor. I wondered what I was heading into. The boatman was called Hank. I tried to talk to him but after a series of monosyllabic answers I just gave up and watched the scenery and the seabirds and even a pod of killer whales as the boat passed between the many islands. After about an hour the boat turned round a point on an island and I saw we were approaching another. One end of this island was covered in evergreens but otherwise it was grass or bare rock. The boat slowed down and gently docked at a small jetty where a young woman, dressed in a patterned sweater over a white blouse and tan slacks, was waiting to greet me. I only just recognized her as Louise, Ephraim's sister. "Mary!" she said. "It's so nice to see you again. I'm glad you will be helping us," and we embraced. As I remember, Louise had been a pleasant enough featured girl, but never a beauty. Now I saw that was changed. She was now a very smart attractive woman. I'd heard she was married. Marriage must be agreeing with her, I thought. After Hank had hauled out my cases Louise showed me to my own room and then round the house. Both of us, and Edith, who I had not met, would have our own rooms, and there was one ready for the changed James Kaiser. There was another but I was told it was reserved for Mr. Vanderveld. We would share a large main room, with a fully equipped kitchen area to one side. It was well and tastefully furnished too. Vanderveld had spared little expense. Later, Louise brought out a lunch. We had a lot of catching up to do. I told her about myself and she told me that she worked as a book editor, but was married to a guy Jeff who was an exploration geologist and off somewhere exploring somewhere I had never heard of. Her eyes shone when she confided that she was pregnant and that she would go back home nearer her time. "But there will be Edith here to help you." "Yes, this Edith, your brother mentioned her. Who is she? What like is she?" Louise leaned back in her chair. "I gather Ephraim's told you about the book and its spell. Well, Edith was the original guinea pig for using it." She grinned at my astonished face. "Yes, Edith was originally a young man called Edward but, I should say, an unhappy one." "I still have trouble believing magic exists." "I know. So did I. Anyway, my brother found him and made him an offer. He would be allowed to use the magic, but in return he had to help supervise and train my brother's real target, the one we're waiting for, James Kaiser. Edith actually worked for my brother as an accountant and lately she's been a kind of assistant-at-large, but from now on she'll be here on the island to help. She's become a very attractive woman, dresses smartly and has a good head on her. The spell really does work!" She gave a grin. "Edith adapted well to the change. You would never believe she was once a man. I even heard she's recently had a man in her life. He also worked at the corporation but they had a disagreement and broke up. I don't know the details. She's been more moody and short tempered since. Just to warn you! "Actually she lived here for a month or so after her change so but she soon got bored and went back to work with my brother. She's even got a place in the city but I see her here quite a bit too. Just now she's been away for a few days, helping my brother use the spell. When she comes back she'll have James with her, but they've warned me James will be well changed. They will probably get here tomorrow. "Oh yes, it was me who read the spell to Edward and I was affected by it too." She gave a pleased smile. "It appears to make women more attractive. I don't want to be vain, but don't you think I've become much prettier." She lifted her eyebrows. " Yes, I thought you looked different! You really do look good! Uh Louise, you said Edith was a man. Now you say she's a woman. I mean, completely? And she adjusted well?" "Yes, hard to believe! She's been changed a few months now and she's adapted well but she's had to learn many things about life as a female, just as this changed James will have too. It as if the mind of the person being changed takes a bit to adjust to being female and she then starts developing the mental attitudes of a woman, yeah, things like being interested in men! She looks like a woman, talks in a woman's voice and I know she has periods. "Still, some didn't happen automatically or right away. I had to train her. Think of it! You and I grew up female and we had years of our mothers, maybe our fathers too, guiding us. Edith didn't. She still had male mannerisms and I had to suppress these and then I had to get her used to women's clothes. It was quite a learning curve for her and me. I suppose the experience will help us with Kaiser. Now I think Edith really enjoys women's clothes. And she's developing her sense of style, maybe better than me. She's always quite smartly dressed. I'm not sure if she even owns a pair of jeans. "And, as I said, she had started a romance! Unfortunately there was a falling out. But I've no doubt she'll get more men in her life at some time. She's attractive enough." "That spell book, what is it like?" "It's nothing much. If you expected a gold covering with glitter and stars all over it you'd be disappointed. It's small, dirty and worn and a stained pale yellow leather cover. I expect Ephraim keeps it pretty secure." The rest of that day I felt a continual flutter of anticipation then, as Louise said, only a day afterwards I heard a helicopter circle overhead then saw it settle on the grass by the house. The rotors had barely stopped when Vanderveld and a young woman got out then supervised as two men unloaded a hospital gurney with a masked body strapped to it. Vanderveld saw me watching and beckoned me over. "Hi, Mary, I hope you settled in okay. Mary, I want you to meet Edith. She'll be taking a big part in this." We shook hands. Edith, who looked as if she was in her mid twenties, was extremely pretty. She had a slim figure, but a nice bust and shapely hips. Maybe her outfit was slightly too dressy, and maybe she was overly made-up too, with a bright red lipstick, mascara on her eyes and blusher on her face and sporting a stylish hairdo, but she looked very smart. When I shook her hand I detected a whiff of perfume. I was no expert in that area but it very likely cost more than the usual drugstore kind that I occasionally bought. Her red dress showed her figure, but I decided it was maybe a bit impractical against the cool wind. Her manner was poised, although slightly forced. I found it hard to believe she had once been a man. The two men and Ephraim pushed the gurney into the house then Louise, Edith and I, with Ephraim's help rolled it to the room that had been set aside for James. We lifted the body easily and removed the mask. Below me was a slim woman and we slid her onto the bed. "She's unconscious just now," Vanderveld told us. "She will wake up in a day or so. And then she'll begin her discoveries! Apart from being unconscious, she seems all right." He appeared confident but, just in case, Louise and Edith or I checked the figure every hour to make sure that all was well. I was on duty early in the second morning when the woman finally began to return to consciousness, muttering to herself. As she gradually wakened, maybe gradually realizing she was in a new body, she began wriggling as if slightly uncomfortable.. I beckoned Vanderveld and the others and we watched her intently from the half-opened door. Her hands, small women's hands, clutched at the bedclothes and her legs thrashed. Occasionally she tried to rise but failed. Later, with a grunt, she rolled over onto her back, the two female breasts prominent on her bare chest. I saw an exploring hand fumbling between the bare legs. The person who had been James would get a surprise on finally waking up. There was no doubt that it was a woman before me. Edith's teeth were set in a grimace. "I remember that part. It was rough." "I love this!" Vanderveld said gleefully. "She's going to get one hell of a surprise." The figure was examining her hands, frowning. They were small women's hands with long tapered fingers. Her feet were small too, and delicate looking It was when her hand rubbed against a breast that she suddenly jerked upright, opened her eyes and stared down at her chest. She would have seen two female breasts pushing out, each tipped with a prominent pink nipple and areola. Screaming, she clutched at the breasts. She gave a piercing scream of terror, she pulled at the breasts, trying to remove them, until she winced with the pain. Her breasts were streaked red where her fingers had pulled at them. She could not remove them. They were part of her. She pushed open her legs and stared below her belly, with another terrified scream, rising to a shriek when she discovered her penis and scrotum were gone. She tried to get up, falling back several times before she got used to her drastically changed strength and mobility. At last she struggled to her knees. "All right! It's time to start with her," Vanderveld said. "Let's go in." The woman must have been so preoccupied with her new body that she did not have the presence of mind to cover herself when we all sidled into the room. She just stared at us with hostility and anger. I don't know if she thought she could escape, as she tried to rush past us but she was still too weak and awkward. Vanderveld grabbed her hands easily and I winced as he slapped her on the face, twice, jolting her head back with each blow. He pointed to the chair. "You will sit there!" She whimpered in pain and, in tears, she crept to the chair, and naked, sat cowering on it like a delinquent child. Vanderweld glared at her. "It's time you were awake! I wondered if you might die from the spell. You will be weak for a day or so. We have a lot of training for you, but I suppose that can wait for a couple of days." He pointed to us in turn. "This is Louise. No doubt you remember her? She will help Edith to supervise you. And this is Mary. "Maybe you are curious about the spell book? I found it hidden away in an old library in Germany," he said. "So, as you have discovered, and we told you before Edith read the spell to you, you are now in a woman's body, and a woman's life is ahead for you." The woman's face took an expression of horror. "What are you now, about thirty-four? Yes, I am a little older than you and I am thirty-five. Yes, you will be a very attractive woman. You're not a girl any more, but you'll keep your beauty for many decades. Your body is slim too. You'll keep your good figure if you give a little attention to diet and exercise." "You will do nothing to destroy your beauty," he said forcefully. "You will enhance and protect it as much as possible with proper clothing and grooming. You will be strictly supervised so that you learn these, and good behavior. "You'll have noticed that you still have a lot of male pattern hair. That will fall out very soon, and you'll be left with the body hair a woman of your age would have. Oh yes, the hair on your head, it's a nice blonde color. You will not be allowed to cut it for some time. You will let it grow until it is waist length, or at least to mid back. You will brush it regularly. However, you will remove all of your body hair, whether by waxing or shaving I've not decided yet. "From now on, Edith, Mary and Louise will supervise you." He pointed to each of us in turn. "In case you think you can resist I will have no hesitation in having you whipped or beaten with a whip or riding crop for any resistance or rebellion. You understand?" "Please, change me back," the woman pleaded. "Whatever I have done to injure you, I don't deserve this." Louise broke in. "You miserable creature! You lied to me! You promised me things. You seduced me and then left me. You've insulted my brother for years. You've seduced other women too. Now you will pay! Your old life is gone. Being a woman is a privilege, but it can be a penalty, and you will feel that over the coming years." It was Edith's turn. She took the woman's face in her hands. "Yes, I've found being a woman a privilege. No, more like a dream come true. But I'm free to come and go from here. You're not. You'll be a prisoner here. You are owned! Your future existence will be only for Mr. Vanderveld's pleasure." Vanderveld gave a smirk. "Yes, you will obey these women, and when you are trained you will be a suitable companion for me to show off." He looked round at us. "Now ladies, unfortunately I have matters to attend to. Business calls. I expect regular reports." With that he abruptly left. I had a more than a twinge of conscience at the woman's resentful fearful face, but I had my job to do. "Now then," Edith announced, "we'd better get you prepared. It's a day or so too early yet for you to start your training, but not for your grooming. Come with me!" She took the woman's arm and led her into her assigned room. "You will use this room," she said. The room was fairly large. It had all the usual stuff, but in a feminine style, a bed with a floral printed fluffy duvet and lacy embroidered pillows, two chairs with pink cushions, a mirrored dressing table with another chair in front of it, and a chest of drawers. It was carpeted in a rose pink, with pictures on the pale pink walls. Another door led to a bathroom and a closet. We had even arranged a vase with flowers. It was a room suitable for a woman. I followed them in. I was taller and stronger than the woman and I could easily keep her under control if necessary. Edith might have had more difficulty. "James?" said Edith, shaking her head, " I think we should get a nice female name for you, but anyway, Mary will help you adjust. Yes, she's strong. She used to work at a woman's prison. I will leave you now." "Good morning, miss," I said. I kept my manner polite, but in a tone that told her I would stand no nonsense from her. "First, you should get washed. I'll help you, miss." I took her arm firmly and led her to a shower stall in the bathroom. I turned it on, tested the temperature and pushed her into it. "Wash yourself," I commanded, handing her shampoo and soap. She looked fairly grubby and by her smell she must have wet herself at some time so I expected it would be a relief for her to be able to wash but the soap and shampoo were both scented with a woman's perfume, one of the first stages in pushing her to womanhood. In fact she looked as if she was enjoying the warm water but there were many things to do and I pointed to my watch. When she stepped out I handed her a soft pink towel, and motioned for her to rub herself dry. When she rubbed her chest she hesitated at her nipples, suddenly aware she could no longer wipe a towel roughly across her chest. There was still some blonde hair on her chest too. It looked like male chest hair but I had been told it would strip off eventually. She had been male and had been changed by a spell. I still had some difficulty believing that such a spell could exist but it had done a remarkable transformation on a male body. Her figure was completely female, and beautifully shaped. She was slim, but with well formed breasts and a prominent butt and hips below a narrow waist. Her legs were long, with slim thighs, rounded calves and neat ankles. "Now comb your hair," I commanded. When I sat her down in front of the dressing table she stared into the mirror with her wide blue eyes, her face haggard and bewildered, like a panicked hunted animal's, her mouth hanging open in shock.That could not hide that she was a beauty, with even features, a small nose, delicate eyebrows and high cheeks. Her neck was long and smooth, with no sign of an Adam's apple. Any woman would have been pleased with such looks. "You should comb your hair. Dry it first," I commanded and passed her a hair dryer and a comb. As her blonde hair was drying she obediently pulled the comb through it. There were only a few tangles. "Now brush it, miss, twenty times. And as your hair grows you will do it more." When she was done I pulled open a drawer and brought out a pair of panties and a peignoir, both in a pale blue sheer material. "Put these on!" I commanded and passed them to her. She looked at them in horror. "No!" she screamed. "That's women's stuff!" but when I glared at her she deflated and almost stumbling, took the panties, stepped into them, and slipped on the gown. She was blushing, no doubt at the slippery feel of the womens' underwear. They were a fairly sheer fabric so they did not hide much. Her areoles, nipples and the remaining patch of blonde hair at her groin were quite noticeable. I nodded my head to encourage her. " Good, miss. Now, I will get you something to eat. I will be only a few minutes." I locked the door behind me. I listened outside the door. "So what do you think?" asked Edith. "It's as I thought. I hear her moving around, probably trying to come up with ways to escape," "Highly unlikely," said Louise. "Edith and I have checked. There's nothing she could use as a weapon. The windows are thick glass and we're on a small island. She's a prisoner, like it or not." "This will be interesting," said Edith. "In a way she's going to have the same experiences as me. But I wanted to do it. She didn't. Her previous life has disappeared and she'll be forced into a new existence. I wanted to learn but I imagine she'll resist being made to behave as a woman. She'll soon come to the realization that she's stuck in her new body. Her only hope would be to reverse the spell. I believe there is another spell for that, but we'll make sure she doesn't get a chance to use it. Mr. Vanderveld has the book anyway." Edith looked at her watch. "It's getting on. So I suppose we'd better feed her." In the small kitchen Louise dished up some breakfast on some plates and handed me the tray. " I hope she likes this. Ephraim told me it's what she, or I should say, James, usually had. There'll be less, of course. We don't want her to put on weight. Mary, can you take this in and I'll be with you?" When Edith unlocked the door I carried the food in. It made me feel better that the new woman's eyes widened in anticipation. She was hungry. I had wondered what we would do if she deliberately decided to starve herself. We had cooked her some bacon and scrambled egg, with a thin slice of buttered toast, a cup of coffee and a glass of peach juice "I imagine you explored the room," said Edith. "And, by the way, for your information, it's thick glass on the window. The cliff is a hundred feet high and the water below is deep. I wouldn't recommend trying to escape. But if you did, what do you think you would accomplish? You're a woman. You've no clothes. You've no identity. Your previous male self has completely vanished and no one would believe you if you tried to lay claim to your possessions. In fact, you'll just have to stay here and accept what we do to you. Pleasant breakfast!" The woman protested but Edith just shrugged. "Ephraim has been a good friend. I owe him big time for a favor." She gave a superior smile." Besides, I'm curious to see how successful the treatment is with another person!" She turned and went out the door. I noted Edith's words. She was emphasizing to the girl know that she wasn't the first that the spell had been used on. I watched her carefully as she ate, standing close so that she would know it. She ate carefully. "Good, you show good manners. " I said. "That's a start." She turned to look at me. "Please, let me out of here," she pleaded. I gave her no hint of comfort. "Just suppose I did! Edith has told you what could happen." I gave small contemptuous laugh. "You'd probably be locked up as a madwoman!" She glowered at me but finished her breakfast. I took the dishes from her. "Now, you are finished? So you'd better brush your teeth, miss. The rest of the day is yours. It's now around nine so you will get another meal just after noon and another at six, the same tomorrow. The day after that you'll begin your training." "Training?" she retorted. "How do you mean?" I looked at her steadily. "You've got a woman's body, but at the moment I've been told you still have a man's mind. That will have to change. So, you are to be treated as a woman. We will drill and supervise you in how a woman would act. As one part of that, you will wear only typical women's clothing day and night from now on. What you have on just now is to give you a taste, but you're going to need quite a few visits to stores, boutiques, dressmakers and others for all your clothing and shoes." To emphasize the message, I went over it again, but I saw her mouth drop and her lower lip tremble when I added. "You'll have all the experiences of a woman, yes, sexual ones too." With the alarm in her eyes I realized I had probably gone too far. "But, more of that later!" I said. "Now, I think you still need to rest but if you need help, ring that bell on the dressing table." I picked up the dishes, and left her to herself, locking the door behind me. When I took in her midday meal, her eyes looked a bit bleary, either from crying or maybe she had just woken from a doze. "I need to go to the toilet. Excuse me!" she huffed. I listened at the door and heard her sit down. "Make sure you wash your hands," I ordered through the door. I heard an angry snort and she stamped out of the bathroom, but at my steady glare she saw I would not stand any resistance and she sat down. This time I had given her a salad, with one slice of bread and some fruit. There was a glass of fruit juice to drink. "This is all?" she protested. "It will be enough for you," I said calmly. "You will not gain weight. You will get used to this amount. However, you may have a cup of coffee. I see you take it with milk only." I took the dishes away but brought her a cup of coffee and I left her, locking the door again. I don't know what she did that afternoon, but I sat down with a coffee myself and a magazine I had been intending to read. Louise was working on editing some book while Edith put on some jogging clothes and went out for a run. I heard no sounds from our prisoner over an hour. "Should we check on her?" I asked Louise, pointing to the door. When we opened the door a crack found she was slumped in a chair, fast asleep. In the early evening I took in her supper, a little more substantial than her other meals, a salad, sliced roast beef with potatoes and green beans and even a small dish of ice cream. It was much the same the next day, but the morning after that would be a challenge. It was then that we had decided to start her on her 'training'. That day I supervised her once more when she washed to make sure she did it thoroughly. Again it was a scented soap, a floral feminine type. She scowled at me. "You don't have to stand over me!" she complained. "Just making sure you do it thoroughly," I said quietly. She had just finished breakfast when Edith came in, as usual, smartly dressed, this time in a dark red fitted dress with black, medium-heeled pumps and a jeweled pin above her left breast. Her dark blonde hair had been put up into a chignon and she was wearing gold earrings. Her face was perfectly made up, even to discreet eye shadow. She looked coldly beautiful, and very efficient. Edith stood right over the woman. "It's time we got started and I see we have not decided on a name for you. Obviously James is unsuitable, and. Ephraim and I have been thinking about it. We think you should have something very feminine, perhaps with a touch of the exotic. We have decided on Natasha. Your features could be Russian." As we expected, there was immediate resistance. The woman shouted her protests and jumped up so fast she spilled the breakfast tray and it contents onto the floor. In fact, Edith had to jump back to avoid the splashes. I wondered why she was so furious. Was it Natasha's resistance or that her dress had narrowly avoided getting soiled. "You obviously have not been listening. You are woman now, and forever! Accept it!" She slapped Natasha's face twice, hard, until the woman cried out in humiliation and helplessness. "We've been too lenient with you. Any more and you will be punished severely!" I went out to get some cleaning materials. "You will apologize to Mary!" Edith hissed when I came back. At her glare Natasha broke down. "Mary, I am sorry," she sniffled. Edith looked her up and down. "It is now two days since you woke up. I see you have now lost all of your male hair. That's good. I suppose you will be getting tired of these clothes. Hmm? It's time we got you some more, and first on the agenda, I think, is to get you some proper female underwear. First, you will wash your face again and get rid of these tears!" If Natasha was humiliated she was even more so when Edith announced that Helene, a corsetiere from a store in the city, was coming the next day to fit her with some foundation garments. She looked incredulous. "You can't make me! I don't want women's clothes," she screamed. "And you are a woman. You are to be treated like one, and that means appropriate garments. You are to wear stockings always. Wouldn't you like having your legs in sheer fine hosiery?" Edith raised her eyebrows "But first, let me check your feet and your hands." Before Natasha could react Edith grabbed her hands. She frowned. "Yes, you need a manicure and pedicure too. Your feet are too rough and you would rip your nylons. A beautician will be here later to fix that." Natasha tried to pull her hands away but Edith held onto them. "Look, you will submit to this or you will be beaten." Edith was on the verge of losing her temper again. She pointed to the wall. "You see on the wall over there? A whip, a stick and a riding crop! Which would you prefer?" Natasha flinched and her shoulders fell. We had won this first battle, but there would be more. She was feisty and she would be scheming how best she could resist us. "What do you two think about Natasha?" I asked that evening at supper. "This may be more difficult than we had thought." "We are feeling our way. We have little to go on," said Edith. "Look, I feel embarrassed. I lost my temper this morning. It's just that I am on edge. I'm sure you both are too. We may get better results with a little kindness." She sighed. "But I guess we have to be firm too. She's going to get girdled tomorrow. I wonder how she will take it." "You liked getting a girdle!" Louise said mischievously. "Yes, I did. Kinda like a rite of passage!" I caught Louise's eye and rolled mine. I had last worn a girdle when I was first married. 'Rite of passage' was hardly how I saw it now. The following morning we watched as Hank arrived with a small woman. Louise actually knew her already and introduced her as Mollie and we took her into see Natasha. "Natasha, this is Mollie." Edith said. "She is a beautician. She will look after your grooming. She will be a regular visitor." Mollie gave a shy smile. "Glad to know you, Natasha." When she made a few pleasantries Natasha replied, barely politely. Mollie did not seem to notice. Maybe she was used to surly clients. "We should get started," said Mollie "Would you like to sit down and I'll have a look at your nails? " she asked. At my unrelenting gaze Natasha held out her hands and I watched over her as Mollie did her work. When she was done Natasha's nails were neat, but she was fidgeting. I had some sympathy for her. I never had the patience for manicures myself, even if I'd had the spare money to get it done. I supposed Vanderveld intended regular manicures as a part of Natasha's new life. "Do you like them?" Mollie asked expectantly, but Natasha just grunted in reply. A pedicure was next on the agenda. Mollie filed, scraped and abraded the heels and soles with a pumice stone. After an hour Natasha's toenails were just like her fingernails, even to a matching polish. Mollie gathered up her tools. "All right then, we're done. I will see you in a day or two, Natasha, to fix your hair. I believe you are coming to my salon." I saw a stricken expression on Natasha's face as she examined her nails, manicured in a woman's style. It was another stage in forcing her into a female mold. "Don't attempt to remove the polish!" I ordered. When Mollie had finished Louise looked Natasha over, a bit critically. "Yes, you are coming along. Did you get the right shade of the polish?" she asked sarcastically. Her lips may have had a slight smile, but not her eyes. She was enjoying Natasha's humiliation. Natasha glowered but she actually cringed at Louise's next statement. "So, you are now ready for the next stage. You are to be fitted for some undergarments, I mean girdles and bras, by a corsetiere. Helene will be here this afternoon with some stuff for you to try out. She already has a good idea of your size as we measured you when you were unconscious. "Then, tomorrow morning, we'll go to a big store over on the mainland. You'll need quite a lot of clothing, a full wardrobe in fact." She looked out the window where a cold wind rippled the sea and screwed up her face. "My brother had suggested soft feminine fabrics for you but I suppose, as you will be on this island most of the time, we'll have to take into account windy and cold days like this." Later, Edith had gone off somewhere and Louise and I were having lunch together. Natasha was eating alone. So Mr. Vanderveld has specified firm girdles for her?" I asked. "Yes, maybe even a corset too sometimes, the old fashioned laced and boned style. He wants her kept in skirts and dresses. Not that I think she needs girdles, but it's just making her aware of her new body." I last wore a girdle years ago. " I said, with a slight smile. "But then I've never had much call recently to wear dresses recently." "Oh, I wear dresses now and then, mostly if I am going out. And that means pantyhose or stockings occasionally." She smiled. "Jeff likes me to wear stockings. With garters, of course. Have you noticed Edith? She hardly ever wears pants. I know she likes stockings too. And garters." "And yet she was once a man. " "Yes, amazing. She's really taken to her new life. But maybe it's to reassure herself about her new sexuality." I thought about the coming days. We would be getting Natasha more accessories and clothing, typically woman's stuff that would emphasize her female body, starting with the lingerie. Her mind, still a male one, would definitely make her try to resist so we would have to overcome that. About an hour later, when Helene arrived with her goods, we helped her to Natasha's room. Natasha looked tense, as we had expected, but she made no open resistance when we had her undress and Helene measured her then first selected some bras for her. Her bottom lip trembled but she did not resist as Helene slid a bra's straps up her arms, hooked it at the back and adjusted the straps. Once Helene had the size right she fitted Natasha with several more styles. Next, Helene started fitting her with various girdles. I watched carefully in case Natasha resisted but almost the only sign was a stricken expression on her face as Helene measured her and had her step into a rather firm looking open girdle. She gulped as Helene fastened its hooks and zipper, pulled nylon stockings up her legs and gartered them, fairly tautly. Her face had a look of dismay as she felt the pressure on her hips, belly and waist, realizing that this was to be part of her life from then on. Occasionally I had to give her a stern look but that was all she needed. Again, Helene fitted her with several styles of girdles and even some corselettes. The number of garments would have meant a good sale for Helene. More than once Edith looked at her with an occasional satisfied smile. I wondered what she was getting out of all this. Louise and I had some personal experience with James Kaiser, but not her. Natasha was still in a firm corselette when Helene left but she was barely out of the door when Natasha started to undo her garters, probably wanting to get out of the confining garment. Edith checked her. "Uh-uh, you're to keep that one on until bedtime, " she ordered. "But you can put your peignoir on top. Put your mules on too. You look very nice! Very feminine!" she said with a saccharine smile. Natasha had a sullen look. It was not what she wanted to hear and it meant that for the rest of the day she would be constantly aware of the confining all-in-one garment by both feel and sight. Her peignoir hid little of it. Her white corselette, garters and dark stocking tops were easily visible through the fine material. The floor was carpeted, but we also made her wear a pair of pink high heeled mules, another obviously female accessory. She looked like a pin-up picture. The firm garment had its effect. Her steps had become shorter, almost hobbled and at supper she was sitting straighter. Ephraim would approve, no doubt, but I wondered how Natasha found her confining new underwear. Now that she had the right underwear she was ready for us to take her to the mainland to get her wardrobe. At supper that night Edith told us the arrangements. "Look, it would take several days to get all Natasha's clothes. We have a lot to get her. So I've booked a hotel for us. It will save trips back and forward to the island. Oh yes, Natasha will need something to travel in so I've already got her a simple cheap dress. She can get better quality ones on our trip." We left after breakfast the next morning, but with Natasha hooded to stop her identifying any of the surroundings in case she escaped. As usual, Hank had no comment or even reaction. That was the first time since her arrival that Natasha had been outside the house. I grinned at her startled look when a light breeze made her dress flutter round her legs. I took her arm and led her down the gravel path to the jetty and steadied her into the boat. I imagined that she was still thinking of ways to escape but the three of us were watching her carefully. After the crossing we arranged for Hank to come for us in three days and then took a taxi from the wharf to our first stop, a beauty parlor where Natasha had her hair styled into a quite short, but feminine cut it really improved her looks. She got her ears pierced too. She squealed, of course, but she would need it done for the style of earrings Mr. Vanderveld had specified. That over with, we hit the clothing stores. In fact we spent almost three full days building her wardrobe, underwear, nightwear, outer clothes, shoes and accessories. Thousands of dollars' worth rang up very fast. I felt very pleased with myself with our two nights in the swanky hotel. It was a fancier one than ever I would have been able to afford. We had another trip back to the beauty parlor, where Natasha got more grooming, this time her eyebrows were plucked and she got an extensive make up. Finally, Edith remembered that Natasha should get more exercise to keep her in condition so that needed another trip to a sporting goods store to get her exercise and swimming outfits. It had all been on a Vanderveld company credit card and he had even suggested that Edith, Louise and I could get some clothing too. I was pleased with two nice pant suit outfits and some tops, including a black sequined one I had got. We were all supposed to watch her, but we had become so worn out with the ordeal of the shopping that we got careless and Natasha managed to slip out of the hotel room one evening. I was after her like a shot but she even made it as far as a taxi rank before I was able to grab her. We were very lucky that she had not roused any attention and for safety we chained her leg to a table that night. I don't know what she thought she would do if she escaped. Her tale would be just too fantastic and even if the police or anyone actually believed her. Vanderveld would be influential enough to shut down any investigation. She was hooded again on the trip back to the island and we kept her down in the small cabin on the boat. The very next day back on the island Edith ordered Natasha to get into her running gear for an after breakfast run. She was obviously not used to exercise. After even a short distance she looked absolutely tired out while Edith still looked fresh. Edith gave her little sympathy. "Not very fit, are you? But that will do for today. Right," she ordered, " get inside and have a big glass of water and cool down. Then you can shower, put on makeup and your finery. I think a dress for today. Then later you should hang up all of your new clothes that need it, and put the rest of the stuff like lingerie in drawers or shoes on racks and so on. You should make sure you care properly for all these lovely clothes." After she showered Natasha dressed under Louise's watchful eye. I had laid out another girdle, bra, stockings and a slip for her, but it was Louise who actually supervised her dressing. "How did she do with her clothes this time?" I asked. "Oh, no overt protest this time. She still fumbled a bit with her bra hooks and the back and side garters but I didn't help her. It's time she got used to it. "You'd laid out her underwear but I chose the darker red dress for her. She fumbled on its back zipper too. But she actually looked quite smart with her black shoes. All things considered she's managing well and all I needed to do was give her dress a little straightening. I had to stand over her too as she made herself up, but she's coming along with that too. I gave her some fragrance too. "Oh yes, and I had her lay away and hang up all her stuff." Edith gave a mischievous smile. "You should have seen her sour face when I showed her how to fold and put away all her girdles and lingerie and then hand wash all the stuff she'd worn the last few days. But soon she'll be doing it almost automatically. It's the stuff women do and that's what we're supposed to be training her for. I had to learn to do it." Louise gestured to Natasha's room. "You know, I think it's time too that we had her join us more. It may make her feel less of a prisoner, and it will help her, hearing the way the three of us talk and seeing how we interact with each other. Lunch is coming up. I'll go and suggest, strongly, that she join us. This is a nicer room too, a better view out over the sea." Edith and I looked up at Natasha as she came into the room, a bit hesitantly, and I gave her a smile. She was pretty, although her ears were still slightly puffy from the recent piercing. She was nervous, no doubt wondering what we had in store or her but I needed to encourage her. "Ah, Natasha," I said, "so you're joining us for lunch. It's curried squash soup today, with some muffins, or there are crackers and cheese if you want. Some apples too." When we all sat down for lunch it was a bit awkward at first. The rest of us pretended to have a normal conversation but Natasha did not say much, probably she was still resentful. She'd be watching her behavior too in case we jumped on her. She only spoke when anyone asked her something but she made no protest when Louise asked her to help clear the dishes. Louise washed her hands at the sink, dried them and, taking Natasha's arm, led her over to the sofa and sat her down." So Natasha, we have to find something else for you. We can't have that mind of yours getting bored, can we? And Ephraim wants you to keep up with news and current events. Also, I believe you once played the cello?" Natasha looked surprised. "Yes, but I didn't keep on with it." "A pity, but a musical instrument like a cello would be a very good idea to keep your brain active. In fact, you are now to study the cello and you will be given lessons every week. A new cello has been ordered for you. You will be given a week or so to practice to get used to it again, then we'll arrange for someone to come every week from the mainland to give you lessons. I see you're looking at me. You're wondering what this is all about?" Natasha nodded, her expression somewhere between hostility and apprehension. "These things are all to train you as a person suitable for a companion for my brother. Remember, you will only be a plaything to him. Effectively you are his slave. You will dress as he sees fit. He will use you when he wants. But, at some point you will be expected to accompany him to various theatre or business receptions at his company or the like so you must be able to hold a serious conversation properly. Being a dumb bimbo would not reflect well on him." Natasha had clenched her teeth and was about to protest but Louise had more to say. "So, starting today, you are to use afternoons constructively. We'll get some newspapers brought here. You will read these, and we'll have a television put in your room. You will use it for education. News channels, business reports yes, some channels for women, but no talk shows! Some relaxation will be permitted. So, you'll be allowed to watch some sit-coms, within reason, provided they are not inane. "Now, tonight, I want us all to start having dinner together so, later this afternoon, you can freshen yourself up again, then put on another set of fresh underwear and another of your dresses. I want you to make yourself up too. What you've got on just now is fine for the day, but for evenings you need a little more." Natasha scowled but she made no great protest. Later, when she was in her room we heard the sound of her television. "So what do you think?" asked Louise. "I saw her wince when you said 'slave' but she'll be looking forward to being off the island sometime again, at any of these events your brother is planning. Unfortunately that means more responsibilities for us. We'll have to keep watching her." "How long will this last?" I wondered out loud. Louise just shrugged and took a breath. "Yes, Mary, I'm not sure what's going to happen in the long term." Later I heard Natasha's shower going and I debated about going into her room to help her select her clothes and help her dress, but Louise took my arm. "Let's see how far she gets on her own." So, rather nervously, I sat down with a book until it was time to start supper. We had decided to get a bit more fancy so I had made a French beef stew with wine and we had a bottle of Zinfandel ready. Afterwards I freshened up and changed into a pair of black pants with my new black sequined top. I felt quite smart, but when I saw Edith in a tight stylish short dress that showed her curved figure, I sighed inwardly. It was years, if ever, that my figure had shown curves like that. Louise had a dress too, although a looser style that hid her developing bump. In fact Louise had finally to go to check on Natasha and I was pleasantly surprised when in a few minutes she stepped into the room, slightly nervously, followed by Louise. Natasha actually looked very smart. This time she was in a black dress with black, heeled shoes. She was nicely made up, with a dark red lipstick and eye shadow. Her earrings were patterned golden loops. Unfortunately her hair was definitely too short, but it was a feminine style. I even got a whiff of her feminine perfume. Ephraim would be pleased. She was looking more and more feminine and less awkward. Louise must have thought the same. "Natasha's doing well," she said, looking at her. "She was almost ready. I think she had trouble with some fastenings but she was more or less dressed. Only thing was, she needed a smarter dress so I had her change and then she needed a little help with makeup but she's coming along fine." Natasha blushed slightly at the comments but said nothing. Her rump was smooth and rounded but swayed as she walked, the result of her tight girdle, no doubt, and at the table she sat straight on the chair. Her bust looked perky and nicely shaped too. Edith, Louise and I chatted away casually, but Natasha was still fairly quiet and preoccupied. No doubt! Her situation was strange. She had lovely clothing, was beautifully made up with pretty jewelry and all her meals could be prepared, but she was a prisoner. She must have been brooding over something as she didn't hear at first when Louise announced that she was pregnant and would be leaving some time. Louise stood up and pressed her hands on her belly, emphasizing the small bump. "Yes, but it will be some months y