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The Hendricks Inheritance Part IV Heath and Cynthia returned from their honeymoon to find that an entire wing of the house had been decimated by the fire. The assessors from the insurance company had been and gone and determined that they were not fully covered for their losses. As it was a Grade II listed building, any restoration on the house was going to be expensive as it was required that the building was restored to the original standards. "What are we going to do?" Cynthia asked Heath. "Even though we have access to half of Dad's fortune, we don't have the money to repair all this. The estate's run on a shoestring as it is." "Well, we could abandon the wing and live in the other side," Heath replied in a calm tone. "I don't like abandoning it - it's my home, it's where I grew up. Isn't there another way?" Cynthia asked almost pleading Heath to find a solution. "Well, we could get access to the other half of your father's will," Heath suggested. "How exactly are we going to do that? I don't suppose you noticed, but although I look and feel like my half-sister, I'm not really her and I can't have children - that is, unless there's some feature of this suit that you haven't told me about." "No, the suit can change what you look like but it can't cheat Mother Nature like that," Heath said wryly. "We are man and wife though." "What do you mean?" Cynthia was intrigued, not really understanding what Heath was suggesting. "Well you're a man, and I'm a woman. We have the components necessary to complete the goal. All we have to do is be a little creative. Once I've conceived, you'll need to look like you're pregnant and I'll have to go away for a while, say six months, after everything starts to show. We can say that Heath has an overseas contract and I can live in my flat as Heather. That way we can have a child and gain access to the money to repair the house. I'll need to make adjustments on your suit every once in a while, but I'm sure that we'll be able to work things out." "Alright," Cynthia replied cautiously. "Are there any other options, like a bank loan? Else the old bastard is finally going to get his way." She said the last part with less malice than she had previously done when talking of her father. "What, and pay interest back to the bank on top of money we already can't afford?" Heath responded. "The estate barely makes a profit, Cyn. We can't afford to take on an extra burden." "You make money in your special effects business," Cynthia countered. "Yes, but not enough to fund rebuilding this place. Look Cyn, I wish there were an easier alternative, but we'll need an heir eventually and this is just the perfect opportunity." "So you're using this as an excuse to get into my knickers to make babies?" Cynthia asked teasingly. "Well no, actually - you're using it as an excuse to get into my knickers if the plan goes ahead," Heath replied. "You're not wearing any!" Cynthia chided him. "Would you like me to?" and so the teasing continued. *** The newlyweds had to wait though until the evening before they could do anything about enacting their plan. Cynthia had duties to attend to on the estate and Heath needed to go and see how his business was managing without him and Heather around. They had retired early after dinner and none of the staff had said anything about their desire to do so, even though it was obvious that the newlyweds were still in the honeymoon period. "How do you want to do this?" Heath asked awkwardly. "Oh, I thought the normal way," Cynthia replied. "You know, a bit of foreplay and then onto the main event." "No, I meant whether you wanted to completely strip from the suits or do it with our parts changed?" Heath returned seriously. "The latter," Cynthia stated. "I want to be the woman when I conceive, even though you'll be carrying the child for us." Heath stripped out of his trousers and underpants to reveal the fake cock fully pumped up in his trousers. He grabbed hold of it with his manly hands and twisted it a little before pulling the fake phallus out of his vagina. Cynthia still couldn't believe how lifelike it was as he casually deposited it on the bedside table. "Come here, my darling, and let's get those panties off you and find out what secrets you have inside you." Heath began chasing her and soon caught her and pulled her down to the bed with him. Cynthia giggled, something she never did as her former male self. *** Heath returned to his flat next morning sweating profusely. After stripping and pulling out his fake penis, he quickly located the zip at the back of the suit and began removing it, adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor, including a tight wrapping where her breasts were bound. Underneath, Heather's lovely naked body was revealed, although her hair was bound up in a hairnet to help conceal it beneath the Heath suit. She removed the hair net and let her hair flow down her back. Then, instead of getting dressed, she reached behind her back underneath her hair, located a strip of Velcro and began to open it. Slowly the lovely features of the face Heather Blenkinsop began to crumple as the person beneath the suit began to remove the Heather mask. The mask, now completely removed, revealed the familiar face of Heath Hendricks (formerly Heath Blenkinsop before marriage) beneath, albeit on a slightly smaller scale. Once again the man in the suit reached behind his back and slowly teased down the semi-hidden zip. Heather's lovely but heavy breasts started to flop forward as the tight grip that held them in place was removed. The man, Heath, took the suit off both his shoulders and slowly rolled down the sleeves such that the breasts doubled over revealing the pinky-red interior of the front of the suit. Two large round white pads where the interior of the breasts could now be seen and a small capillary tube running down from each towards the groin. He eased the suit further down his hips and carefully took out his limp penis from the Velcro-closed sheath it was held in next to the false vaginal walls. Once it was down below his waist the man eased it off each leg one at a time and left it in a pile with all the other clothes and suits. "Wearing two suits is too damned hot," Heath commented to no one in particular as he picked up the Heather suit and headed towards the shower. Once the Heather suit and his own body were clean, Heath left the suit to dry on a railing whilst he towelled himself dry. "Time for work, Heather," he said, picking the suit back up and sitting on the toilet sliding it back up each leg and ensuring that each of the painted toes lined up with his own. Next as he brought the suit up to his waist, Heath pushed his penis backwards connected the catheter tube that connected to Heather's urethra before sealing it back in its Velcro sheath. Heath pulled up the suit and started to put his arms into each gloved hand on the suit, matching the daintily painted fingers to his own before aligning the breast pads and zipping himself up the back. He got up and admired his female shape in the mirror before heading back into the main room to retrieve and fit the mask of his female identity. Having completed his look, the new Heather headed to the main bedroom, decorated in a wholly female styling, where all Heather's clothes and accessories lay. Heather dressed herself in a plain white cotton bra and panty set, then an old denim skirt and low scooped T shirt. There was no point in getting all dressed up, since she was going to be working on the first stage of pregnancy padding for both Cythnia and herself this morning. She had one final thing to do before she started work. She located her phone and then dialled her secret number on speed dial. "Hello. Yes, Cynthia went for it. I hope that he starts remembering his technique though, as good as these suits are, they still need the man to do his bit." It was odd having Heath's voice coming out of the dainty young woman's mouth. Heather listened to the reply. "Well I'm sure I can encourage him, but can we stop the oestrogen for a while? I need him to be all man at nights. Oh, and I have his sample from the night's exertions." Heather went over to where Heath's clothes were still in a pile on the floor and removed the test tube from the pocket. She hoped that she'd managed to rescue as much of the sticky white goo from her false vagina as was needed for the surrogate. If not they could always try again tomorrow night or the night after. Indeed, Heather was quite looking forward to a month or so of constant sex as a woman. It had been quite a while since her false vagina had been getting the love, Cynthia having fully turned into the woman of the pair. "Two o'clock. Alright, but ask them not to be late collecting it as I have some things to go out and get this afternoon. I'm hoping that some new sexy underwear for Heather's sexy body will get him to remember the stud that he once was." Heather ended the call and went into the bedroom to the bedside cabinet. It wouldn't do for her to be going around with a man's voice. She added a set of pearly white teeth with a little device on a string that went down her throat. After a few coughs, she tested out her voice. "Hmm, I think I'll need to add maternity clothes to my shopping list. I want to look like a real yummy mummy!" *** Five months later, Cynthia was wearing what Heather had called her Stage One pregnancy enhancer that matched the bump in Heather's belly. Heath had now officially gone to Australia to help out on a film out there, and so Cynthia was left alone for pretty much of the time now. The whole process of getting Heather pregnant had taken a couple of months but now Cynthia was feeling even more confused than she was before her wedding. When she got married she was confident in the woman that she had grown into, but now... she was having doubts again. Gradually she had got back into the swing of the male role in sex and she found that she was enjoying being the dominant one, thrusting and coming into Heather's sodden pussy. They even removed their suits and started having sex once again as man and woman. Now that Heather / Heath was gone, she had to be a woman all the time now and she missed it. Added to the fact that her fake baby was constantly getting in the way, she was a little depressed, so she had gone to see her Aunt Daphne who was always the one who cheered her up. Unusually there was someone else already at Aunt Daphne's place as she arrived. A large dark green Skoda Octavia was already in the driveway. When Cynthia peered through the window, she could tell it belonged to a man from the suit jacket hung up on a hanger on the back seat. I wonder who Aunt Daphne has visiting her? Cynthia knocked on the door and after a couple of minutes of nervous waiting her Aunt came and opened the door. Her hair, normally immaculately styled was mussed up and her clothes were not quite straight. "Cynthia, darling! What a pleasant surprise," Aunt Daphne told her. She checked around behind her before inviting her niece inside. "This is Mike Symmonds, he's an architect. Mike, this is my favourite niece Cynthia." The man whom she was introducing was a man in his early fifties with dark hair, now going grey throughout. He was dressed in the lower half of the suit that had been in the car and a shirt, though his tie and shoes were absent. The man stood up and offered his hand to Cynthia. She had no illusions as to what her Aunt and Mr Symmonds had been up to prior to her knock. "I've been discussing with him designs for refitting the East Wing of your manor," Aunt Daphne announced. Cynthia choked the smart remark down and decided to play along. "Oh, that sounds good. We won't be able to pay for any work though for at least six months, though," Cynthia replied, patting her fake baby bump. Did she just feel a kick? "Oh no, Mike is just doing some preliminary work for me as a favour. Would you like some tea, my dear?" Aunt Daphne smiled. It was difficult to say no to that bright warm smile. After tea and cakes had been prepared and laid out on the immaculately dressed table, the three sat down to discuss Mike's designs. Cynthia was impressed for the most part, but had a few comments on things that she wanted to be replicated as close as possible to the home of her childhood. She did however decide to make a few modifications, making the new nursery to her taste rather than the old fashioned place that she had grown up in. "So how is Heath, my dear?" Aunt Daphne asked innocently. Cynthia knew what she was referring to, but she couldn't very well tell her about Heather's pregnancy in front of her Aunt's guest. "Oh I've heard he's put a bit of weight on since going to Australia, Aunt Daphne. I think the food over there must be agreeing with him. I wouldn't be surprised if he came home as big as me." William was quite pleased with himself, having Cynthia answer as though she were making a joke about her husband's eating habits, whilst really telling her Aunt how the pregnancy was going. "I'm going for a scan next week, but Heath says that he doesn't want to know the sex of our baby," Cynthia told them. It was true that Heath had said that, but he had meant the statement about the scan on Heather's belly and not Cynthia's. "Well, I'm rooting for a girl, personally," Aunt Daphne told them. William secretly wanted a boy so that he would be a proper heir to the Hendricks estate. "We'll just have to see what nature brings us," Cynthia replied easily. In times past William might have bitten back his preference but now he was his sister, things seemed so much less intense and important. *** Heath had spent a considerable amount of effort setting up the day of the scan for her 'Heather's' baby, considering that he wasn't really pregnant. Heather's baby belly was as fake as Cynthia's one was, and any real scan would have shown that inside the latex skin was just a semi-hardened jelly like substance instead of a real child. Heath had got the surrogate mother to have a scan several days before, though once had she had done the scan and found out that she was carrying twins, she demanded additional money to go through with the whole thing. She had been paid for one child and now that there were two she wanted double the money. Heath was over a barrel, since this was no normal adoption. Indeed what he was doing could have been considered illegal in that the whole scheme was not under any legal foundation. The children would be registered as Heath and Cynthia's children with Cynthia being the mother, which was patently untrue. He had been forced to go to Aunt Daphne and beg to borrow the money, which surprisingly she had agreed to pay without any fuss. The doctor who was to conduct the scan on Heather's belly was in fact a down on his luck actor whom he had known from his work in the industry, and the clinic in reality an unused set on the latest hospital drama. Heather had done a favour for the lot manager at Pinewood, making his son an awesome Halloween costume and in return just asked to use the set for a few hours. Heather had told Cynthia that they were going to use the Pinewood on-site medical facilities for the scan and her passes had allowed them in through the security gates. She had distracted Cynthia with talk about the choices for nursery so that she would not notice that the walls inside the consulting room were paper thin and could be removed to allow the cameras access from the different angles. "Heather, so good to see you again. I'm Doctor Webley, which of you lovely ladies is for the scan today?" the fake doctor asked them. Given that both Cynthia and Heather both looked heavily pregnant, it was a fair question. "It's for me, Doctor," Heather answered politely. He should have known better given that she was paying him for this charade. "Oh, yes, very good. Well get up on the couch then and lift your top," Dr Webley replied. He picked up the stethoscope hanging around his neck and once Heather had climbed on the examination couch, he pretended to listen for the baby's heartbeat. "I think I hear two heartbeats. I wonder..." Dr Webley knew full well that he was expected to announce two children, but from her position lying on the couch, Heather thought he was really milking it. No wonder he did not get much work. "Oh really, doctor? The baby has been kicking a lot recently." Heather acted surprised at the news. "Now, I'm going to smear some gel on your belly ready for the scan," Dr Webley told her before doing just that. "It might be a little on the cold side." Cynthia held Heather's hand in a show of support to her whilst Dr Webley turned on the machine and wiped the ultrasound sensor clean. Carefully the fake doctor moved the fake scanner across Heather's belly. Beneath the fake bump, Heath could not feel a thing, but he decided that he needed to react to try and make the whole performance convincing. Eventually Doctor Webley flipped a switch on the machine and it began to slowly 'print' out the scan that had previously been obtained from the surrogate mother. "There, see? There are two distinct shapes on the scan." Doctor Webley was going a bit off script, but Heather decided that she would have to work with it. He had not bothered to remember all the medical terms that had been laid out for him to say; no wonder he was out of work and cheap to hire. "Oh really? You mean there really are twins in there?" Heather asked, feigning the surprise. "I thought I could feel two kicking." "Yes, you are going to have two healthy children. Do you want to know the sex of them?" Dr Webley asked. "Oh no, we want it to be a surprise," Cynthia interrupted. It was just as well as Heath had not got that information from the surrogate. Heath smiled at his faux wife from the couch and took a tissue to wipe the gel from his fake belly. All had gone mostly to plan today, but he decided that perhaps the next stage of Heather's pregnancy he would need to devise a way to simulate the children kicking so that Cynthia could feel it on one of her weekly visits. It would be a challenge, but with plenty of room in the belly to contain such a device he was sure that he could do it. *** When it came down to the birth, Cynthia knew that she had to be really careful. The fourth fake baby bump that she was now wearing might look real enough from the outside, but she well knew that it was devoid of any real children. She could not risk having any of the servants present at the birth, Further to that since there was no real children in her belly, she could not have any midwives either present either, yet it would look suspicious to the servants if she did not. Aunt Daphne had assured Cynthia that everything would be alright on the day, but it did not stop her worrying. Worse, Cynthia had had to pretend to having contractions for over a week as she anxiously waited to hear from Heather as to when she was actually having a child. Cynthia had watched videos of real women having contractions and labour and she had done her best to imitate them, but every time she burst into a fake contraction she worried that her maids would know that she was faking it and call her out as a fraud. Cynthia busied her days sorting out the nursery and fussing over the slightest of details and eating wholly inappropriate things; it was as though she really were pregnant at this point. It was a Tuesday afternoon when she finally got the call from Heather that she was going into labour. Cynthia had to match her labour to that of Heather's, though slightly behind the real one so as to give her time to get from the hospital to the Manor House and deliver the children into the birthing room. There was no way that Cynthia could have the child in a real hospital, since there was no real child. Cynthia cried out in pain, simulating a massive contraction. In reality, William was just hot in the pregnancy suit and eager to get the whole event over and done with. She asked Trisha the maid to make the call, confirming that she would be going into labour soon. It would be some time before the 'midwife' arrived and until then there was nothing to do but allow herself to be taken to lie down in the bedroom and fake her contractions. William had been told that they needed to get closer and closer together, so with nothing else to do but watch television in the room, William counted down the time until he had to do his next performance so that all the house would know that the Lady of the Manor was giving birth. The midwife was someone who Heather had arranged to attend the birth. She was supposedly a friend of Heather's whose total discretion could be assured, but Cynthia secretly worried that another person would know the secret of the birth, or rather the lack of a birth. Just as she was loudly faking another contraction the door opened up and an elderly woman entered with a medical bag. "Fetch me hot water and towels!" she yelled at the staff who were hovering around the door, eager to hear news of the Lady's labours. "Come on get moving, I don't want you hanging around here loitering." The midwife turned to Cynthia. "You need to be in the breech position!" she ordered. "But, but, I'm..." Cynthia was going to say not really pregnant, but she was cut off mid-sentence by the stern midwife. "In pain. Yes, well we can do something about that too," the midwife told her loudly as she lifted Cynthia's nightdress, pulled off her silky panties and spread her legs. Just then one of the maids came back in with the hot water and towels, getting a good view of Cynthia's pregnant belly and vagina. "It's alright her, waters haven't broken yet. Thank you for the towels, you may leave." The midwife ordered the maid out. Cynthia decided to go for another contraction, eager for the whole experience to be over. "Don't overdo it. You have a way to go yet and we need to simulate your waters breaking," the midwife told her quietly, giving Cynthia the first indication that she knew that the whole experience was a fake. "I just want this over with!" Cynthia replied. The stern midwife nodded and took some of the hot water and poured it over the sheets under her Cynthia's fake vagina. "Oh look," she commented, "your waters have finally broken." *** It was several hours later that Heath arrived carrying two young babies wrapped in blankets via a secret passageway in the side of the bedroom. The old Manor House was littered with such secret entrances and William had explored most when he was a child in the house. Now the knowledge of these secret ways had given them the ability to get the children in without the staff knowing. "I have to go back out and come in so the staff can see me," Heath whispered. Heather was looking quite well considering she had just given birth to twins, but Cynthia only had a brief look at him as he deposited the children in the prepared cribs with a pack next to them and then disappeared back out the secret passageway. Cythnia was yelling out in the supposed pain of childbirth as Heath came back in the main door to the room carrying a suitcase. "I'm sorry I'm late honey, the flight was delayed," he called out loudly enough for the staff to hear. "I'm not too late am I?" He came over to hold Cynthia's hand even as the midwife picked up the package that Heath had left earlier and began distributing the placentas and the afterbirth on the sheets with plenty of blood. She dabbed the towels in the blood and let Cynthia finish her birthing screams before declaring: "Congratulations Mrs Hendricks. You have two healthy baby boys. I'll wait out front for a lift home." "Can I hold them?" She asked. Heath went across to the cribs and woke the two boys when he took them over to the fake mother. She took one in each arm. "They'll want to feed soon," the midwife told her out loud. "I hope you have enough milk for both." It was one of the things that had been prepared some time ago and Heath opened the suitcase that he had brought in with him, revealing another female bodysuit. Cynthia's post pregnancy suit had been fitted with baby milk holders in each breast. Instead of tubes linking down to her vagina to moisten it for sex, the new suit had teats for nipples that the children could suck on to get at the milk. "This one will be called Martin after my father and then other one will be named Oliver, which is my brother's middle name," she declared as she handed them back to Heath. Next she got up from the bed and reached up behind her head to find the near-invisible zip on her suit. Slowly, William eased it down to the top of his back and began wiggling himself out of the heavily pregnant suit. The breasts flopped forward as he eased the arms from his shoulders and then he pushed the fake Cynthia's hips below his own. As he did so, the gel filled belly popped out from the suit and William was able to locate the pouch that held his dick and connected it up to Cynthia's fake vagina. He pulled it out of the pouch and immediately that he did so it strange to life as though the whole birthing experience had been erotic and turned him on. Quickly, William rolled the legs down his own hairy legs, letting the legs come off inside out to get the suit off quicker. Heath picked up the fake belly and the old suit and stuffed it back into the case. He looked back at William standing next to the bed, penis jutting out and still with the mask of Cynthia on his head. "Oh no, that will never do," Heath whispered to William. "We need to do something about that." With that, Heath got down on his knees and took William's little erect member into his mouth and began to suck him off. William was a little freaked at this at first, since he had never allowed another man to swallow his cock. However, he soon realised that under the Heath mask and costume was the form of the lovely Heather, and although he could not see it, his mind imagined her deep-throating his member. It was not long therefore before Heath was rewarded for his efforts with a spurt of cum directly in the back of his throat. He swallowed the salty goodness and licked off the residue from around the head even as little William began to shrink. "You'd better get dressed quickly, the milk inside is fresh this morning," Heath told William quietly. With that William turned to the new suit that Heath / Heather had left on the bed and began the now familiar process of donning it one leg at a time and pulling it up to his hips. Then as the padded hips and arse were up around his own, he reached inside the suit to connect up his shrivelled cock into the pouch inside the suit. Once he had positioned the breasts and got his arms into Cynthia's beautiful hairless arms, he allowed Heath to do the zip up at the back. Heath tidied the room whilst Cynthia dressed in her frilly lemon yellow bra, panties and then a loose fitting smock over the top. "I'd better take the midwife home," Heath told her. "I'll leave you to announce everything to the staff." He fetched the two children and put one on each breast even as Cynthia opened her smock and pushed aside her bra. Cynthia was surprised that she had to lead the children to suckle at her teats, but once shown what to do the children soon hungrily began to suck on their new mother. Cynthia sighed contentedly as Heath let the staff in, who had been hovering around outside the door eager to see the new heirs to the Hendricks estate. "Thank you my dear, you've been a wonderful husband," she told Heath as he headed out with his briefcase in hand, "but I never want to be put through that experience again." *** Heath's car pulled up at Aunt Daphne's cottage; the stern midwife got out and strode purposely towards the door. Instead of knocking, she took out the key and opened the door, heading inside and leaving it remaining open for Heath. By the time Heath got into the cottage the midwife had already stripped out of her uniform down to her black tights, racy red panties and bra. He stood there and watched as the middle aged lady unhooked her bra revealing some large floppy breasts, rolled down her tights, and stepped out of her panties. The large patch of brown fuzz was now clearly visible above her quim. "Help me with the zip, will you?" the midwife asked Heath. He moved around behind her back and lifted her short brown bob to comply pulling the near invisible zip down her back. It was not his best work, but then it did not need to be. The midwife felt behind her head under her hair and released the Velcro at the back of the mask. Slowly her face started to crumple in the front as it became looser and the person underneath the mask was able to pull it off. The face revealed as the mask came forward was not however the face of Aunt Daphne, instead it revealed the gaunt face of Martin Hendricks beneath. Free of the mask with its inbuilt voice modulator, he spoke with his own voice. "Two boys? You couldn't have had a girl between the pair of you?" he demanded of Heath who shrugged. The elder Hendricks started to ease himself from the midwife suit revealing a tight corset and his rather pale skinny body beneath. "I don't get to choose these things," Heath replied. "It's all down to luck and nature." "Not if I have my way, it doesn't," Martin Hendricks hit back. "The amount of effort I've had to expend to get my wayward son to be the beautiful, nice young woman he is today... I didn't go through all that to have it ruined by nature." Martin Hendricks then headed into the bedroom where there what looked like a deflated skin of Aunt Daphne on the bed. Heath knew the bodysuit well as he had made it years ago for the old man as part of their pact. "I'm sorry, there's not much I can do about it," Heath replied. "You have the daughter you always wanted, you have an heir. I've fulfilled my part of our bargain, though I did really prefer being Cynthia you know. It was such a thrill to really be a woman full time, at least for a while. I could never get the documentation to really live as a woman before that." "And I delivered on that. Heather really exists now according to the Government, just as I created Cynthia all those years ago. You get to be Heather when you need to and you are also the Lord of the Manor now just as I promised. Believe me creating Aunt Daphne, Cynthia and Heather was one of the hardest things I've ever done. The favours and things I had to do to achieve that were things I'd rather not have to do again." The old man started to fit his legs into those of the Aunt Daphne suit. As he fitted his shrivelled cock into the vaginal pouch he seemed to relax a little. He pulled Aunt Daphne's curves over his own narrow hips. "I appreciate that, Sir, I really do. I'd have never have thought that my life would have turned out this way. A young bisexual man, scared of coming out to his parents, scared to show what he could create with his hands. I needed an outlet and you provided it for me." Heath bared his soul to the old man. "You're not happy with your marriage and your position?" the senior Hendricks asked as he fitted his spindly wrinkled arms into Aunt Daphne's smooth skin and then using her manicured hands fitted her breasts over his own. "No, I'm very happy. Since William became Cynthia, he's been a changed person. He's so much calmer and more loving. It's just... well, sometimes, I wish I were Cynthia myself." Heath sighed. "Well, you can't be. My son's much happier now. Besides, you have to be a wonderful father to your children. Do you know which came from your seed and which from William's?" the older Hendricks asked as he zipped up Aunt Daphne's body. Now his gaunt face looked strange on the body of the still well maintained body of a middle aged woman. "No, there was no way to tell in the womb," Heath replied. "We could do a DNA test, but I'd rather it remained a mystery." The old man started to fit the mask of Aunt Daphne onto his own face. He waited to finish adjusting it, fitting the coloured contacts and the dentures in his mouth before replying. "Oh well, I expect we can ensure that one of the boys will grow up to be the granddaughter that I've always wanted. You have to promise me Heath, that if I die before my granddaughter comes of age, that you will complete the process. I can lay the seeds, but I really don't have that many years left. I intend to make the most of them whilst I can and live the rest of my days as the woman I was always meant to be," 'Aunt Daphne' replied, now in her own beautifully feminine voice. Heath looked a little embarrassed, but eventually forced himself to reply to the twisted old man who was now in every way a woman. "I'll see to it, that if one of our sons needs the transition then I will finish it, but I won't enforce it the way that you have on William." "Boys get out of control growing up with all the wealth and power. You mark my words, before the end of it you'll need to do what I have done. Now, I have a date a little later with Mike Symmonds. What do you think I should wear? Something very sexy I think, though given past performance little Mike doesn't need much encouragement." Aunt Daphne squeezed one of her breasts and went over to her underwear drawer to find her sexiest knickers and bra. "Oh, my pussy's getting wet already in anticipation of him burying his huge cock inside me. Maybe we might even get around to discussing the extension to the Manor this time," Aunt Daphne laughed, but although it was her voice laughing, Heath could detect the twisted personality of the elder Mr Hendricks in the laugh.