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NO SERVICE AT ALL By Geneva A women's group uses an ancient magic book to remove a sexist boss. Their actions do not have quiet the consequences they expect. START The twelve women pulled their chairs under them and sat round the table. Vera, as founder, and also as the most senior member, chaired the meeting and brought it to order. It was not that Vera was old: she was only in her early forties, with her face unlined, her hair still dark and glossy and her figure still showed all the curves of youth. "So, under 'Old Business'." She sat back in her chair and looked at the others. "As you know, we like to have a follow-up to our activities over two years to see how our plans and actions have worked out since their implementation. That way we can perhaps refine our methods, policies and our actions. Two years may seem a longish time, but we know that the immediate effects of our actions are, let's say, rather life changing for the subjects." She gave a bleak smile. "But then," she waved her hand in dismissal, "It's not that we should be too concerned with them, but more how our actions might affect others. "So, looking at our records, I see that it was two years ago that Amanda Hughes," she gave Amanda a look of acknowledgement over her glasses, "That Amanda was given the task of confronting a pornographic film producer, uh...." She looked down at her notes. "Yes, by the name of Henry Fillon, usually known as Hank." She frowned. "There are quite a number of such organizations making pornographic productions. Our reason for choosing this one for our attention was that it was a very small operation. We wanted to use it as a test before we put our attention on bigger producers. "So, Amanda, can you give us an update on what happened? At an earlier meeting you described your interaction with Mr. Fillon after you had confronted him, but can you tell us what has happened since?" Amanda was a few years younger, in her mid twenties. She was slimmer than Vera, with a nice graceful figure. She cleared her throat. "First, can I remind members of my task and how I performed it? This will give Joyce and Helga, our recent members, some background." There were general nods of agreement from round the table. "Well, you see, our idea was, like our other activities, to use that antique book of spells in our possession, in particular that spell that changes a man to a woman. Our committee wanted to stop Mr. Fillon's activities. As you know, we all had agreed that the pornographic film industry degrades women. We wanted to shut it down and, to make these men aware of what it is like to live as women, this spell would be read to them. "When they become women I suppose they find it a punishment at first but the intention is that they get they get a different perspective on the role of women in society. "Just to remind you all of how it works, they fall unconscious after the spell is read to them and they remain so while it takes effect. After about a day and a half they wake as women, quite beautiful ones too. That is the result of the spell. It also affects anyone hearing it and makes the woman reading it more beautiful. I have used it a number of times and I must say it has worked well on me." She ran her long fingers through her red hair. "After I partially drugged him so that Mr. Fillon was lethargic but still conscious, I read the spell to him. I had told him what was going to happen to him and I after I was satisfied that the spell had started working properly I called his partner, a woman who was his girlfriend but also participated uh... intimately...in the productions. Indeed these were the only actors. As I knew that Mr. Fillon would become unconscious, he needed someone to be there in case of medical problems. I only wanted to change him, not kill him. "Anyway, Mr. Fillon did undergo a successful change as planned and I have kept watch on him since the transformation." Amanda hesitated. "And while it did eliminate his film business, Mr. Fillon, I will have to now say Miss Fillon, has taken up a new line of work." Amanda took a deep breath. "Whereas her first line of work was demeaning to women, I am not sure now what to say now! Her work can be viewed as immoral, but the remit of this group is not to rule on morality. "You see, her present line of work is still in the sex trade and is now even a quite a bit more successful than the previous. She has established herself as a dominatrix. A successful one too! She has a number of clients, all male. "I am not sure that being a dominatrix is demeaning to women. Perhaps it is more demeaning to men! So, if you view her as a kind of prostitute, yes, she is demeaning to women. If you see her as a successful businesswoman, no! "In her favor, she keeps an apparently satisfactory and loving relationship with a woman Julie, who was her partner before the change. I didn't know it at the time but apparently Julie was pregnant when I administered the spell to Mr. Fillon. They've now got a young daughter, and appear to be loving parents. Julie is a stay-at-home mother and dotes on her daughter. To her neighbors, Miss Fillon appears to be a moderately successful businesswoman and shows a conservative image. She dresses conservatively and behaves like a responsible citizen. The only difference from a society 'norm' is that she has a lesbian relationship with Julie." Amanda looked up at the others but there was little reaction. Some just stared at the walls opposite. Vera finally spoke, in measured tones. "Thank you, Amanda. Does anyone have any comments?" There were none. Vera collected her thoughts. "I think we will have to keep this under consideration. Personally, I had not expected this outcome. The business may offend some, but as long as her business is not affecting her clients' relationships with any spouses perhaps we should leave it alone. Besides, what could we do?" She shuffled her notes, waiting for comments but there were none. "All right, shall we move on to new business? Rose, you have been investigating some men who might be candidates for our attentions. Can you tell us about them?" Rose, a pretty, dark haired, petite young woman, was one of the founder members of the group. She peered at the list in front of her. "There are a number of 'candidates' you might say. I would remind members that we have to be careful. "It would be very risky to use the spell on high profile individuals, at least at this stage. If there were changes to high-profile individuals they would be too noticeable and that would lead to undesirable investigations by police, even by religious authorities. That unfortunately takes out high profile politicians and businessmen, even though they need it! Perhaps when we have more experience we can look at these. "Our last subject was Hank Sisson, as Amanda has said. I've examined a number of other candidates and all except two are possibilities just possibilities. There may even be some drawbacks with them. So, are there any other suggestions from anyone here? A newer member of the group, Caroline, held up her hand. Caroline was fairly tall, with dark curly hair and glasses. She was wearing a dark pant suit with a plain white blouse underneath. Her only jewelry were small gold balls in her ears. The other members of the committee knew she was a successful business consultant. "The actions of an administrator working with the city have come to my attention. He is named Mason McQuillan. He's still in the lower rungs of management so is relatively low profile. He's unmarried, divorced actually, so his change would not affect a family. He has a small staff, but has many dealings with people in other departments of his company and with the public. His removal, or whatever happens, would cause some reaction, but not too much. "He's shown himself to be quite sexist. Around his office he's got a bad reputation for unwanted advances, demeaning slurs to female staff and giving his male staff the more important tasks. He has been quite skilled at hiding his tracks, so nothing can be proved about him. "If he were to be changed, it would remove him from that position. Replacement by another supervisor for the female staff would be an improvement. Hopefully that might also be a woman, although the city as a whole looks as if it has been a bit slow to place women in supervisory positions. What I suggest then, is for one of us to get hired in his office to get closer to him, and at some point administer the spell. They actually have a vacancy and one of us could apply for that. I'd do it myself but I have several subjects I am kept fairly busy investigating and I run a business. "I'd do it," said Amanda. I've got office experience already and our group has the ability to doctor my credentials so that they'll look even better. Then, I flatter myself that I am quite attractive - the spell has had that result on me - I am sure it will not be long before I get his attention. Then I'll lure him to some private situation where I can drug him and use the spell. Like I've done in the past, I'll tell him why he has been selected." Another of the committee, a blonde woman called Maureen, held up her hand. "Are there any personal attachments? I mean, does he have a girlfriend?" Caroline shook her head. "Well, not steady. I've watched him over the last six months. He's been seeing a selection of women, sometimes two or more at the same time, but none appears to have lasted more than a few weeks. I actually managed to speak to one of them. Her reason for breaking up with him was his attitude to her and women in general. He appeared very solicitous at first but it soon degenerated. As I said, he was once married too, but that apparently lasted only a few months. He's not been in contact with his ex-wife." Vera looked around the table. "Amanda has suggested a candidate. Any more discussion? All right, if there is no other discussion I will call for a vote. "All in favor? Ah, unanimous. Well Amanda, you have our go ahead. See Caroline for information and we'll expect a preliminary report at the next meeting. Make sure it's entered in our records." ...... It did not take long. Amanda sent in an application to the company and got an appointment to see McQuillan one morning in the next week. That morning Amanda looked at the clothes in her closet, wondering what image to present. Eventually she decided on a slightly conservative image with a dark gray skirted suit and a matching blouse. Still, she had to give just a hint! She grinned as she looked through her lingerie drawer. Mason McQuillan looked round the office as he came in, noting the women already there and taking in what they were wearing. Hmm, he thought. Patricia, over there at the corner desk was wearing a rather low-necked top. Perhaps he could find something to talk about with her, and get a chance to look down her cleavage. Berna there was wearing a shortish skirt. Yes, he could call her into his office and sit her on a low chair in front of him and get a view of her thighs and more. His receptionist, Georgia was smartly dressed as usual impeccably made up but she always projected a chilly attitude that he would get nowhere with her. "Good morning, all!" He gave them a superior look. He relished the "Good Morning, Sir," that was chorused back. He checked the clock, still five minutes before starting time and two women still weren't there. If they were late it would give him a chance to take them into his office to warn them. He would start off sternly, but then back off, so that they would be grateful to him. He might hint that he would overlook their lateness in return for future consideration. He was actually disappointed when Susan and Cornelia pushed through the door with just a couple of minutes to spare, their high heels clacking on the tiled floor. "Good morning! Just made it, I see!" he smirked. He went into his own cubicle, hung up his jacket, sat down at the desk and booted up his computer, checking what there was in his schedule and then the emails. Oh yes, there was a vacancy in the office staff and he was supposed to interview a candidate at ten, a woman called Amanda Hughes. He looked at her resume. It told her experience and training, but nothing else, other than her age. Just a few minutes before ten he heard the office door open and the voice of his receptionist, Georgia, and almost immediately there was a discrete knock at his door. "A Miss Hughes to see you about the opening, Mr. McQuillan," Georgia said. "She has an appointment." He had been expecting it but he just nodded. "In a few minutes, Georgia." He could have taken the woman right away but it was best to let her wait, just to show the order of things. "I'll see her now, Georgia," he called ten minutes later but still he pretended to be going over some paperwork when Georgia ushered the woman in. He looked at her, pleasantly surprised. The woman was very pretty and slim but her figure had nice curves in all the right places. She was wearing a smart dark gray outfit, over a chartreuse blouse with a little tie at her neck. Her skirt was just above her pretty knees. Her red hair was set in a bun, but a few stray curly strands hung tantalisingly down her pale neck. She was wearing tan hosiery with moderate heels on her black pumps. 'Ah Yes, Miss Hughes. It is Miss, isn't it? " "Yes, it's Miss." She spoke in a pleasant voice, not too shrill, not too low. "I'm Mason McQuillan. How are you?" When he held out his hand for her to shake, her hand felt pleasantly warm and soft when he took it. He noticed her nails had a dark pink polish to match her lipstick. Her jade earrings matched her blouse. "Then please sit down, Miss Hughes. So you are here to interview for the job?" He watched as she gracefully sat down in the chair. Her left hand was folded over her right, and both demurely in her lap. He noted she was not wearing a ring on her third finger. "I see from your resume that you have good credentials. So that looks good. " He smiled to encourage her. "Now about this job. It's fairly routine office work but let me tell you about it anyway. This office handles a good part of the paperwork for the company, and the company itself has large international holdings." The woman looked at him attentively as he outlined the job and she actually looked interested. He sat back."So, Miss Hughes, I've told you about us. Now tell me about yourself. Things that aren't on your resume." Amanda had her story well prepared, that she was single, had just moved out from the Mid-West and was looking for a position. She was not afraid of hard work. She hoped to advance herself at some time. She liked to sing and hoped to join a choir to make friends in the city. He had hardly been listening. Instead he had been studying Amanda. Her hair was a beautiful red. Her skin very fair with traces of just a few freckles and her eyes were sea green. Her dark gray outfit was tastefully classic. Then, as she seemed to shift slightly in her chair her skirt stretched slightly over her thighs and his eye caught the sight of little bumps in her skirt on each of her thighs. So! The demure miss in front of him maybe had another more sensual side. She was wearing gartered stockings, not pantyhose. That decided him. He held up his hand. "I think, Miss Hughes, that I am satisfied. " So I can offer you the job. The advertisement said what the salary would be so I offer it to you. Oh, I take it by the smile on your face that you accept?" "Yes, Mr. McQuillan, I'd love the job." "Wonderful! Can you start tomorrow?" Amanda decided a little reluctance would be in order. "Uh no, I have a commitment. But the day after that? I've got to start earning something." She gave a slightly rueful moue. He smiled back, rose and shook her hand again. "That's good, Amanda. We'll see you then, but first, let me show you around the office." He led her out into the general office and introduced the other staff. Amanda was pleased with the welcoming looks on the faces of the other women. She hoped she could help them. "And this is our office equipment." He showed her the computers and printers and the Xerox machine." Oh yes, this is an important part too, Amanda." He pointed to the coffee machine. As he did so he contrived to lean against her. He was encouraged that she did not move away and she had actually smiled when he used her first name. "Then Amanda, we will see you tomorrow." He watched as she walked out of the door. Yes, he thought, she had nice legs and ankles, and a nice sway of her hips too. Vera was already seated in the coffee shop that afternoon. She looked up as Amanda approached. "So how did it go?" she asked. "I think it went well. In fact, I'm hired." "He didn't suspect anything?" "I doubt it, and I think he was too busy eyeing me up to give me what I'd call a proper interview. Mind you, maybe the way I was dressed helped for that." "Any first impressions of the man?" " Actually, he didn't seem too bad at first, although I get the impression he likes his power. But I was hardly in his office before I could see that he's got roving eyes. My suit is fairly fitted so he kept looking at my chest, and I'd worn stockings with garters. When I stretched my skirt so my garter bumps were visible you should have seen his eyes almost pop. Then later on he brushed against me, quite deliberately. Of course I didn't show him I objected. I hardly had to wiggle my hips at all. "Anyway, I start in two days, then I'll have to set things up." For her first day at work Amanda wore another conservative skirted outfit. The other women made her welcome and Mason too gave her a wide smile but she knew his eyes were taking her in. His move did not come until Friday. Amanda was getting a little worried that he would not take the bait. The work gave her no problems but she did not want to spend too much time at the job. Mason called her to his office, ostensibly to discuss her first days at the job but he was looking for an opening. "Amanda! Come in! So how was your first week? Any problems, any concerns, anything I can do to help?" "No, I'm happy, Sir. I think I'll like it here." "That's wonderful, Amada. How are you finding things?' "It was a day or so before I got used to the system and finding things and I wasn't familiar with the computer program but that's worked out fine, and the other ladies in the office have been very supportive, Mr. McQuillan." "Please, out of the office call me Mason. I ...er, Amanda, as a kind of celebration of your first week, you feel like going for a drink after?" "Oh, that would be very nice Mr.. uh..Mason." He took her to a local bar. Amanda could see he was trying to ply her with drinks but she needed to be sober and drank slowly, still keeping up her performance, laughing at his jokes and flattering him, enduring his touch as he moved closer so that their thighs touched. "Gosh, Mason, I'd love to see these. I didn't think of you as an art connoisseur! " He had been talking about his collection of beer mugs. How stupidly na?ve do I have to sound? Amanda thought. "Well, Amanda, Do you want to see them tonight?" "Really? Oh yes, But I'd better freshen up a little. Excuse me, Mason." When into a stall she checked her purse, just to make sure her supplies were ready. He lived in a condominium, in a top floor unit. They were barely in the door when he put an arm round her and planted a kiss on her lips. His hand ran up and down her back and hips. She forced herself not to shudder. But she gently broke free. "I'm still thirsty. Can we have a drink, first and could you put on some music?" Even better, he thought. Get her in the mood. He selected some slow dance music and took off his jacket. "Yours?" He gestured to her. He helped Amanda off with her jacket. Underneath she was wearing a white blouse with a lacy front. It was semitransparent and hardly hid her lacy white bra at all. His cell phone rang. "What's this?' he said, annoyed. He sighed. "Excuse me Amanda. I'd better take this." He stood up." Hello?" He heard a voice but it seemed to be talking gibberish. "What? I'm sorry, I can't understand you! Would you speak slower? Who is this?" He was getting more exasperated. Finally, he shut off his phone. "Who was that?" Amanda asked." Oh I'm sorry! It's not my business." "No matter, some idiot woman. I couldn't understand her and then it looked as if she wanted someone else anyway. God, I need a drink after that." He put on his best face and held up his glass. "To your work! To us!" he beamed and downed his drink. Amanda took a sip of her drink then pointed out the window. "That's such a wonderful view!" "Yeah, you like it?" "It looks so romantic with all these lights. Come on, I want to dance a little. I love your music," she said. He rose to his feet and took her hand. His right hand was in the small of her back, exploring the fastening of her bra, but in a couple of minutes she was almost holding him up and she gently allowed him to sag down onto the floor. His eyes were slightly unfocussed. He was ready. Mason tried to collect his thoughts. It was encouraging that the woman was actually fumbling with his clothes but he could hardly move. He felt her unbutton his shirt and pull it off. With an effort he tried to undo the buttons on her blouse but his hands fumbled too much. Now she was at his belt, and undoing his pants. With one pull she removed them and his underwear. His socks were the last to go. "Are you comfortable, Mason?" she asked. "I've put you on the floor. That will have to do for a day or so." "What?" Mason could not concentrate. He tried to move his limbs but they would not obey him. When Amanda twisted his ear he could not move his head either. He barely reacted. "Yes, I think you're ready now," she said, giving a big smile. She rummaged in her purse and pulled out a little book. "See this, Mason? It's going to change your life. And hopefully other peoples' too." She kneeled in front of him and fixed her green eyes on him. "You see, Mason, you really are quite a heel. You mistreat the women in your office. The company may like you, but their tolerance of your behaviour just makes you worse. I represent a group of women who look out for predators like you and try to stop them. And the way we are going to do it is change you to a woman. Then, as you have to make a new life in a new body, and probably getting men's attention, you will appreciate the harm you have done. I think you'll feel more sympathetic to them. "What... do.... you... mean?" It was an effort to speak. "You'll see in a minute or so. You feel very tired? You see, I put a drug in your drink when you were taking that telephone call. I had arranged for a friend to call you to distract you." Mason could hardly move. "I've drugged you so I can keep you from moving while I read something to you. Oh, the drug is fairly harmless but it will keep you still for about an hour, long enough for another effect to start. I mean the magic spell I'm going to read to you. One that will change you." She looked at her watch. "I'm talking too much. It's time to get started." She held up the little book. "You see this little book. It's actually got magic in it. One spell is just for you. It's near the end here." She turned the pages in the book, selected one and started to read. It did not take long. Mason tried to move but it was like wading through molasses. He just managed to touch her but she moved easily out of his reach. "That's it. Not much, it seems, but you will start to shiver soon then fall deeply unconscious. I've put you on the floor just in case you fall. She gestured to the book. "We got this from a woman we helped once. I know the words sound strange. I've no idea where it came from originally. "So, in a few minutes you will fall unconscious and when you wake up you will be a woman." Mason was bewildered. This dingbat seemed to think she had trapped him. Magic? Spells? Crazy woman! Spells didn't exist, but then, she seemed very sure of herself? and why was he so lethargic? Amanda placed the book back in the little bag, tied it with a cord and slipped it into her purse. She slipped her jacket back on. "I'm going to watch you until I'm sure every thing is going well. We also have a few changes to make here but then I'll leave you to your own devices. The spell is severe, but I'd prefer you not to die." He tried to speak but he could hardly control his tongue "Now, I think I'll finish my drink." She held it up. "To your new life, Mason! Oh yes, maybe you should be thinking of a new name for yourself!" Mason still struggled to move, then he felt one shiver followed by another more severe, then yet another and his vision faded. Amanda watched as the spell took effect. Mason shivered more and more violently then the pattern altered so that the body started rippling, so fast that it almost shimmered and it began to change. The hips began widening, the waist shrinking and the shoulders narrowing. Then the other changes started, the genitals shrinking and flattening into the groin, then that splitting into folds. On the chest the nipples grew, and the flesh beneath expanded into women's breasts. After two hours it was complete and the body was in a deep but quiet sleep. It was totally a woman. Amanda took out her phone and dialled. "Vera? "Yes, It's done. She's sleeping now and the main changes have taken effect. So you can send along the crew and we'll finish." About an hour later Amanda opened the door to three other women. They carried large stuffed bags. With the efficiency of experience they tore through the apartment and in two hours had changed it to their satisfaction. With a last check round they grinned at each other, gave each other high fives, lifted their bags and closed the door. Well into the second day later, the figure on the floor began to stir. Her legs and arms began to twitch and move spasmodically and her body twisted and stretched. Some minutes later she began to gasp and her eyes flickered. She groaned. All she was aware of was a combination of pain, nausea, and confusion. All of her insides, joints and muscles ached. She lay in misery but as she gradually regained consciousness the pain lessened. But now she was began to be more aware of strange sensations from her chest and belly, bit by bit realizing that her body, apart from its aching, felt different somehow. Her hands strayed to her groin, and stopped as if in shock, felt around then scrabbled desperately. Her eyes flew wide open and she screamed. Her hands flew to her chest and she screamed louder. She was aware that her ears were stinging and when she felt at them she discovered small metal balls fixed in the lobes. The lobes had been double pierced. She climbed to her feet, stared down at herself, giving little cries, somewhere between gasps and sobs and lurched into the bathroom to look in the mirror. Facing her was a woman's face, but a strange face with traces of male hair. She collapsed on the floor, remembering what the woman Amanda had said. It had been no joke. An hour or so later, when she had exhausted her tears, she got to her knees than to her feet and looked round. It was the bathroom in her apartment, sure enough, but now drastically changed. There were signs of femininity everywhere, pink fluffy towels and cloths, a pink bath mat below her, floral scented soap, a pink shower curtain, shower gel, shampoos even a pink toothbrush! Aware of her wide hips making her gait different, she stumbled back out into the main room again, aware of the strange feel of the breasts on her chest. The furniture was the same but now the cushions were in soft fabric, with curling patterns. Over the windows were floral drapes. The bold geometrical prints that had been on Mason's walls were gone. In their places were water colours. Even the ornaments screamed femininity, little statuettes of long skirted Victorian ladies or cute animals. The beer mugs were gone. She finally realized she was naked. She wanted to hide the female body but when she looked around Mason's pants and shirt were gone. She lurched into the bedroom and screamed again. The flat bed had become a four poster with pale apricot lace hanging from it and all around it. The duvet cover was a riot of apricot and pink with a flower pattern. The pillows were apricot too, and lace edged. A large Raggety Ann doll sat in the middle of the bed. The dressing table had an embroidered cover with lacy edges and on it lay a woman's hairbrush, combs, powders, lipsticks and other cosmetics, even an eyelash curler. On a small rack hung jewelry, chains on one side and earrings on another and rings on the middle. She staggered to her chest of drawers. One drawer was already partly open with a piece of white fabric hanging from it. She pulled the drawer open to see it was a bra strap. One side of the drawer was filled with bras, the cups all neatly folded into each other. The other side held pantyhose, stockings and tights, with several garter belts. Two corsets lay folded in the centre, one dark red with black lace, the other white with a trim of blue ribbon. Whimpering, she threw another drawer open and gaped. It was filled with satin panties and slips in white or pastel colours. Another drawer held nightgowns, some pastel, some sheer, some black and lacy. She ran to the closet and pulled it open. All of Mason's pants and suits were gone. Instead, women's sweaters and blouses hung on one side and the other side held only women's suits, skirts and dresses on padded hangers. With a sudden burst of hope she grabbed at a denim garment by the side. At last, a pair of pants! But when she held them up she saw the pockets were richly embroidered with pink and blue flowers. The rack at the bottom was filled with shoes and boots, but all were women's styles and sizes and mostly with high heels. There were even two pair of women's furry slippers. Amanda and her helpers they watched the new woman's reactions with amusement and a few giggles as they monitored her over the next few days. As one of the last things they did, had planted a camera in the apartment The next Monday morning Amanda called into work to say that she had changed her mind about the job and would not be back. They watched as the woman who had been Mason frantically rummaged through the cupboards in the kitchen. It had taken her two days to run out of food. It took another day for hunger pangs to force her next action. The apartment was cool too. She needed to get some clothes on. They had only left two robes for her, one a lacy peignoir type. There was another thicker one, fluffy and pink and well embroidered. It took her a day to get the nerve to wear it. A day later the watchers saw her hesitate at panties then slide on a plain white pair. They watched as she sank to the floor, her head in her hands and cried. Amanda was watching with Caroline. "How do you like it?" Amanda asked. "Wonderful! Mason's getting his comeuppance. Well, I mean the woman who was Mason." "I wonder what she'll do now? But anyway, we'll leave her to it." The woman who had been Mason sat miserably on the floor, trying to work out her options. She now wore panties, a skirt and a sweater. Whenever she moved she was acutely aware of her nipples rubbing against the fabric. She could avoid the feeling if she folded her arms tightly to her chest but that made her more aware that she had breasts. She was getting very hungry. She could not carry on like this She was in despair. Her life was destroyed. She needed help. Who could she turn to? She finally thought of Mason's ex-wife. She at least had known Mason. They had not parted on the best of terms but she had been kind-hearted. At last, she took out her phone and trembling, called Mason's former wife. "Hello?" the ex-wife asked. There was only sobbing on the other end of the line. "Who is this?" She spoke sharply. "It's Mason. Please, I need your help." "Mason? Look miss, whatever you are playing at, it's not funny! It is not Mason's voice, or any man's." She heard panicked sounds. "No please, it is! I need your help, something dreadful has happened to me. You're the only one I can turn to. Please come over. Help me!" The ex-wife gave a quite smile, and studied in her closet, deciding what she should wear, taking her time. When she was ready she pulled a bag from a drawer, went to her car and drove to the condominium. When she punched in Mason's number she head a cracked voice. "Yes?' "It's me! Buzz me in!" The apartment door opened cautiously, a tear-stained woman's face peeked out and an arm beckoned her in. "Oh God, I'm so glad you came. Please, I'm Mason, but something has happened Someone put a spell on me and changed me to a woman!" "I can see that!" was the dry reply. "All right, Miss, convince me you were Mason! You'd better tell me all about it!" Mason described what had happened, from having a drink with Amanda to waking up, changed. His ex-wife looked the woman over critically. "I'm not sure if you're telling a pack of lies, but if it's the truth, it's done an effective job. There's nothing left of the Mason I knew. So you'd better start adapting to life as a woman. You'd be quite a pretty one too, at least if you tidied yourself up." "Please, could you not go out looking for Amanda? See if she will change me back?" "Are you kidding? In a city this size? No, you'll have to live with it. And the first thing is to change your name. I'm not going to call you Mason. Let's see, I think some thing like Maria." "No! That's a woman's name. I can't have that!" the new woman screamed. "All right, suit yourself." The ex-wife picked up her bag and got up, as if to leave. Maria was panic stricken. "No, don't leave! All right, I'll take that name." "Good, a first step! Now, about the future. What are you going to do? Do you want me to take you into work, or call them and tell them what has happened? I should imagine they'll understand." "No, anything but that!" The ex-wife studied Maria. "Well, you know, I might be able to help you. I've been quite successful since we split, and I've had to buy a bigger house. I need for business and social entertaining. Unfortunately it needs maid to look after it. One of my previous maids quit a week ago, unfortunately. So, I can offer you a job as a maid." She looked around. "It would be live-in so you'll have to give up this condo. I'm not sure if you could afford it anyway." Maria cried out. "A maid! No. I can't do that." "All right," The ex-wife rose again. She had made it as far as the door before Maria caught her, crying and clinging to her. "All right, I'll do it." "Very well, but remember, you will be a maid, and your position will be as if we had no prior relationship. I will give you some days to get ready. I will call for you on Wednesday afternoon. Be ready or the offer is off! "My other maid is Alejandra. With her you will be responsible for all cooking, housekeeping and serving any of my guests at my social and business events. You will be on duty all the time, except for Monday and Sunday afternoons. You will wear a uniform, of course." "Oh, that reminds me. These are your garments. I expect you to dress appropriately for a maid." She shook the contents of her bag onto the sofa. Maria lifted up some of the garments. She looked at them in horror, then dropped them again. Her left knuckle went to her mouth. There were stockings, panties, bras, and garter belts, all in black. Maria whimpered. "You can't expect me to wear these?" "I do, and with no complaints." She pointed. "The rest too." Maria lifted up a short back dress with a low neckline and short skirt. "I's a French maid style, they call it. It also needs that frilly petticoat there." She smiles at Maria. "I shall enjoy seeing you in it." Maria was broken. "All right," she sniffed, "I'll do it." "Good!" said the ex-wife. " Oh yes, I brought you some food. I see tat your stove and microwave are working. There's enough food here for fro several days until I come for you. Look at it this way, you can get some cooking practice in. "Finally." She pushed up Maria's chin. " You will attend to your appearance. You look just dreadful. You can be pretty, but when I come for you I expect you to be washed, your hair set and nicely groomed and in your new uniform. You are a woman so you can start with some cosmetics too. I see there are something on your dressing table but here is a present, this nice red lipstick. I want you to wear that. She looked at her watch. So, Maria, I will see you on Wednesday! "One last thing. When speaking to others you will refer to me as your mistress an when addressing me you will use ma'am all the time. You will never call me Caroline as you did when we were married!" ..... Two weeks later Amanda was sitting at coffee with Vera when a woman came up to her. "Amand? I thought it was you. You only worked for us one week!" "Uh, yes, I decided it was not for me. So how are things at the office?" she asked innocently. The woman had been the receptionist. Amanda remembered her name as Georgia. She looked at Amanda. a calculating expression on her face. "You know, Amanda, our boss Mason suddenly quit at the same time. Was it a coincidence?" "Well, I didn't know that." "Didn't you? Amanda, I saw the way you got his attention. You were sly about it but I could see what you were trying to do. A lecher like him, he had you in his office on the Friday afternoon before he quit. And you didn't see us but we watched you leave with him and eventually go to his apartment. Then on the Monday neither of you turned up for work "Let me try you with something. You had some plot to remove him? Some of us checked his condo a few days ago and he had disappeared. I bet you did something to remove him! "Ah, I can see it in your face. "Look, Amanda, maybe you thought you were doing us a favour, but all of us in the office had been listing his actions for well over a year It was to make an airtight case for discrimination, sexist behaviour, sexual harassment, you name it. We were almost ready to present it to the upper management. We sure had plenty to embarrass them if it went public. But what we actually wanted to get Mason replaced and preferably by a woman. Now he's gone and I think you did it, somehow. The company has put another man in charge and now we may have to start all over again! You really did us no service at all!" END Note. The character Amanda here also appears in my earlier story, "Making the Best of it".