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THE QUIET GEEK James and Mary Peacock were a quiet couple. She was a failure of the English private school system, their aim being to produce a self confident in addition to a well rounded education. She got the education, but didn't gain the forceful character like so many of her colleagues. He was also naturally quiet, being a chubby child, of below average height, prior to his teens he was seen as an easy target for bullying. The difference with James was that, having been the target of the school gang when very young, he had the determination to do something about it. He just found a way to drop out of sight for a couple of years, all that time being taught self defence by a neighbour who was a policeman, and an ex-army unarmed combat instructor. While he was thus being taught, even his parents thought he was going out to a model railway club. At school he found the lessons easy, but didn't draw attention to himself by always answering the teacher's questions and deliberately finished his work with, not many, but a few errors. He was especially interested in IT studies, but didn't join the school computer club, preferring instead to carry out independent research. By the time he was fourteen, he was still short, but confident enough to join the Army Cadet Force, in order to hone his skills, but primarily he felt that a knowledge of personal weapons was something that everyone should have. Again he was careful to be less than perfect, finding that he was an excellent shot, but putting the odd round off target meant he was just an ordinary boy with no extraordinary talent. He did however, volunteer to act as armourer to their collection of older weapons, accepting the extra work as the price to be paid for learning all about the latest, and more powerful weapons in use in the regular army, while on training courses. Also his time in the ACF taught him leadership skills, and a form of discipline he wouldn't have got otherwise. He was still a quiet and gentle man when he met and later married the love of his life, Mary. He was just what she was looking for, someone who didn't argue with her, and agreed to discuss things rather than impose his will on her. If they were making what he thought of as a wrong decision about something, he would give her his point of view, and she was usually willing to do it his way. However, if she showed any strong desire, he would inevitably back down without an argument. At the comparatively young age of twenty six, Mary was given complete control of the family business, producing ceramics, both decorative and practical. Her older sister, Helen, wasn't interested in it, she was progressing in her banking career, already a branch manager in their local town of Middlehurst. Helen and Mary were chalk and cheese. Mary was a little mouse, Helen was brash. Mary loved cooking, so did James incidentally, Helen lived on take-aways or eating out. Mary and James kept their home spotless, Helen hired a cleaner, and, of course, Mary was married while Helen was a flirt who thought there wasn't a man good enough. Helen couldn't understand why her sister would even like, let alone fall in love with James, who she insisted on calling Jane, much to Mary's annoyance, especially as she often inferred that James was effeminate, doing the housework that even she wouldn't sink to do. When the firm that James worked for was bought out, his job as business analyst, was taken by the new boss's son. So James was made redundant. Mary suggested that he come and work in her company, but the prospect of having his wife as his boss, rang alarm bells for James. He was a great believer in keeping private and work life separate. He decided only to use the offer as a fall back, he would look for other work first, scanning the job advertisements every day. In the meantime, he took over all the household duties, cleaning, cooking, laundry and shopping for comestibles. Even so, he found it hard to fill his time, especially after a few weeks, he had everything up together, and it usually only needed minor cleaning to keep it that way. By a horrible coincidence, the same Friday evening that James mentioned his lack of daytime occupation, Helen phoned Mary to tell her that her cleaner had quit and the only replacement she found available, couldn't start for a four weeks. Mary promptly volunteered James to fill in, so long as a new job offer didn't happen. James was rather annoyed about this, he knew that his sister-in-law didn't like him, but also that he wasn't consulted. "Helen's got Monday and Tuesday off next week," Mary informed him "I've told her that you'll go over when I leave for work and she can show you what needs to be done. I know you think she doesn't like you, but this is an opportunity to get to know her. I'm aware that she likes things done her own way, and I've told her that you're quite flexible and will do things the way she wants, you will, won't you?" "Yes, of course I will," he replied, "but I'm not doing it for her, I'm doing it for you." "If you go with that attitude, you'll fall out with her." Mary was a little testy, as she already had the disappointment of him not wanting to work with her, and now he had been doing very little, for more than a month when he could have been assistance to her at work. "Don't forget, Helen's house is a lot bigger than this one," he reminded her, "it's got what, five bedrooms, three reception rooms, plus that large kitchen and four bathrooms. It's going to take me nearly all day, every day, if it's done thoroughly." "Yes, but it's only for four weeks." Mary was starting to feel a little guilty, now she was reminded of the tasks in what was her old family home. Their parents had given Helen the big house when they gave the business to Mary, as the couple were going to retire to the coast and they didn't want Helen to feel hard done by. When the girls were younger and all the family were at home, they had a full time maid, and part time cleaner and cook. After this the conversation with her husband ended at a truce, she smiled as she thought back to the days when the uniformed maid would come to the girls' playroom and clear up after them. Her name she remembered was Jane, she was very short, not nearly five feet tall, but she was quite well built. She certainly had the strength and energy to cope, Mary wondered how she was getting on up in Scotland, where she moved. Monday morning inevitably came round, and Mary left for work early, so she could drop James off with her sister. "Good luck, darling," she wished him "please don't cause problems, just do exactly as Helen wants and then there won't be any trouble. Remember, I'm counting on you." He assured her he would, he gave her his word, and she knew then that he would do his best to please her. He automatically went to the back of the house, knocked on the kitchen door, the way they always did. "I'm pleased that you know to use the staff entrance, Jane," Helen said, with a bit of a sneer. Things hadn't got off to a good start, James thought to himself. Then things looked up when Helen offered him a quick cup of coffee before they started. Within a few minutes, though, he realised that he'd been had. As Helen passed his coffee, while they both sat at the kitchen table, the cup tumbled and the hot liquid went all over him. His shirt, jeans, even his underpants and shoes got wet. Helen was profuse with apologies, but pushed him into the toilet and shower room, just off the kitchen, and quickly helped him to remove the soaked articles. When he was down to his underpants, she stood just the other side of the door, saying that if he got everything off, she would put them in the wash and find out if there were any clothes left by her father upstairs. After spending a few minutes in the altogether, and feeling very vulnerable, he heard her return. "I'm sorry, there's not a stitch of male clothing at all, slip these on and then I'll help with something else I've found." She reached round the door, and he took the offered garment, which turned out to be a pair of very frilly pink panties. "I can't wear these!" James exclaimed. "It's them or nothing," she replied. Reluctantly he pulled the very feminine item up his legs, noticing how soft and silky they were. Once he told her that he was decent, she entered with an item of clothing in shiny black nylon material, together with a bag of things. "Lift up your arms while I put this over your head." He did as he was told, only to discover that he was wearing a very short maid's dress, buttoned up the back and confirmed when she tied a frilly half apron round his waist. "This used to belong to our old maid, her name was Jane, as well," she taunted him. "You spilt that coffee on purpose, didn't you?" He asked, rhetorically. "Sorry about the skirt length, Jane, but it's a good job you're only a short arse, or the skirt wouldn't have covered your bits." As she adjusted the skirt section, she noticed that he had an erection. "That's alright then, I can see you're enjoying this, you'd better get the rest of the uniform on, or I'll put you over my knee and spank then tell Mary how you reacted." His shame allowed her to pull up the skirt to wrap a suspender belt round his waist, followed by a pair of seemed sheer black stockings which she attached to the garters. She combed his long hair down from a centre parting, but with the front quarter of it combed forward to create a fringe, which she cut in a straight line at his eyebrow level, then used a good dose of hairspray. "I've got to go out for a very short while, Jane, and I'm expecting a parcel delivery, do you want to look like a man in a dress when you sign for it? Or do you want to look like a woman, which will be expected?" "I guess I have no choice, you'd better finish the job." "Very good choice, now sit down here." She sat him on a kitchen chair and delved into the bag. First though, she found something else, a pair of black patent leather shoes with five inch heels. "I'll never walk in those," he complained. "Of course you will, it won't take long to get used to them." She fitted them on his feet, not telling him that they locked on. Then she spent some time making up his face, starting by plucking his eyebrows into a fine high arch. Then liquid make up, Eye shadow, two shades of purple, eyebrow pencil, eyeliner, powder, blusher and finally a vivid red lipstick. She finished off the whole effect with some extra long glue on nails, that were already painted bright red. He didn't know how he was going to work in them, they stuck out nearly an inch beyond the end of his fingers. Finally satisfied, she told him she was going out and started him vacuuming the downstairs rooms. The shoes made the job ten times more difficult and he was constantly worrying that he would twist his ankle. Just as she was leaving, she leaned round the door and called him, as soon as he looked up, she took his photo, then walked out of the front door before he could react. He had just finished the vacuuming and polishing the woodwork in her dining room when she came back, his legs were aching. "I'm not here for long, but we forgot something when you were getting dressed." She undid his dress at the top, slipped it down, and took off his garter belt. She then glued a pair of silicon breasts to his chest. "I only got you C cup size, I didn't want you to have bigger girls than your wife." He didn't find this as funny as her. "We've got to give you something to stop these girls swinging free all the time." She wrapped a black, silky garment round him and as she did it up at the front, he realised that it was a corset. She went round his back and started to tighten the laces, not being content until he could hardly breathe. After redoing the buttons on the dress, she attached a belt round him, fastening it in the small of his back with what he soon learned was a padlock. As he looked down at his chest, the pressure of the corset was causing the little flab he had, to look like a very convincing cleavage. She threaded the suspenders through his panties and hooked them up to his stockings. The whole outfit was finished off when she pulled a voluminous petticoat up under the skirt, pushing it out at nearly ninety degrees. "There, now you look the part, Jane, I'll go and get us some lunch while you finish off in the sitting room." It didn't take him long to tidy and dust in there and he was just finishing when she called him for a bite to eat. He wasn't surprised to see that her idea of 'getting lunch' was to open two packs of sandwiches that looked as if they came from the local filling station., she'd even bought two cans of soft drinks and two cartons of ready to eat fruit, to complete what they sold as 'meal deals'. He was nevertheless grateful just to sit and give his feet a rest. "Do you know something, Jane?" she asked. "You're even more of a wimp than I thought you were, and a sissy boy to boot." "After you threw that coffee over me this morning, I had to have something to wear and I must admit to this being a new experience. I've allowed you to do all this because I promised Mary that I'd do whatever you wanted. I let you do all this for her, not you." "What do you men 'let me'? Do you honestly think a girly boy like you could stop me?" She was beginning to get quite nasty. "Not without hurting you, and my wife wouldn't like me to do that." "We'll see about that." She jumped up from the table, pushed the remnants of their meal out of the way and picked up a very long handled wooden spoon. "Bend over the table." As he did so she pushed the very little petticoat up out of the way, and pulled his panties down, with all her strength hitting him on the backside with the spoon. He didn't flinch, even though a bright red mark replaced the white of the original impact. "Tell me you will do everything I say or I'll spank you like you've never been spanked." "I've already told you that I will follow your instructions, I promised Mary. The only things that I won't do is anything illegal or immoral, anything else I can do, I will." "There!" she shouted in triumph. "I knew you were a lily livered coward. You will wear this uniform every day you work for me." "I did rather expect that," he said with a resigned expression. "I had to deal with bullying when I was in school, but I know that it's only a sign of immaturity." "For that I'm going to tell Mary that you have to wear it all the time for these four weeks, as a punishment for saying nasty things about me." "I'm afraid it will rot if it's not washed in all that time, would you consider other dresses while this is cleaned?" He knew that his tone was what was called 'passive/aggressive'. He was driving her mad by being terribly practical, but that was his method of overcoming unreasonable people. He usually found that they got so frustrated with him, they gave up. That was what almost happened with Helen, but while she didn't make things much worse for him, she insisted that he was in skirts and petticoats for the next four weeks. Proving the point she told him to get down on his hands and knees to scrub the kitchen floor. She didn't realise that it was another way not to walk in the wretched heels. "Here are some rags you can use." She gave him a handful of material cut into squares, which he immediately recognised as bits of his jeans and t- shirt that he had arrived wearing. Then she had some other ideas. "You can stop being so familiar with me as well, from now on you'll call me Mistress and refer to me as Ms Strong, got it?" "Yes Mistress." "And you should refer to Mary as Mistress, and refer to her Mistress Strong, and curtsey when you speak to us or enter or leave our presence. And don't speak unless you have permission so if you're given an order, just curtsey to acknowledge it. Got that as well? From now on you will be the perfect maid. You will prepare and serve food to your betters, but not eat until they have finished and you have cleaned up. If in doubt, you will just think how a good maid would act and that is what you will do for everyone for the next four weeks. Do you promise on your word to do all that?" He bobbed in a fairly good curtsey, but did say he promised, and got on with cleaning the floor. After he had finished that, he cleaned all the appliances and surfaces so that by the time he had done, the kitchen was spotless. By just after five o'clock, when Mary was due to pick him up, he had completely finished all the downstairs rooms and the cloakroom. He was packing the various cleaning things away when he heard Helen answer the back door to her sister. He decided to listen a moment before he went to join her. "Hi, Helen, how have you both got on today?" "Well Mary, to be honest, it didn't start too well, he wasn't terribly cooperative, but when at last he admitted that he needed an incentive, things started to click into place." "What do you mean, incentive, James promised me that he'd do everything exactly as you wanted and I've never known him break his word." "This is a little embarrassing to tell you, but I'm afraid I was absolutely right about him." Helen seemed reluctant to talk, even though she was actually enjoying this little game immensely. "You know that I've always told you that he's really a bit of a sissy? Well I discovered that actually he has transvestite tendencies. He spilled some coffee over himself when he arrived, so of course, he couldn't work in wet clothes, I gave him some clean white cotton panties to put on, but he looked so disappointed that I swapped them for some really feminine ones. He loves them, his little man jumped to attention, so I asked him if he would like the rest of the things that go with the panties, of course he couldn't seem too keen, but when I hesitated, he got quite upset, and said that really he would love to wear them. He's finished up by asking if he could wear skirts for the whole four weeks, until his replacement arrives, but when I pointed out that he needed to wash his new uniform, he suggested that he could wear ordinary dresses as a consolation. Well, I couldn't refuse him. It means that even when he's not my maid, he's going to wear skirts." "What do you mean, 'new uniform'? I really don't think that you are describing James at all." "Well it's not new, of course. You remember our maid Jane, when we were young? Of course you do, well she had uniforms that were still in a box upstairs, and you remember how short she was, but a normal size round? Well your Jane is wearing one, so of course it is awfully short on him, but he asked if there was anything else to go with it, so I popped out and bought a few things for the dear love, he's so sweet and he's really got into the swing of playing the part, he even answers to the name Jane now." At that point Helen called for him and told him his lift had arrived. Mary had the shock of her life when he walked in, and if that wasn't enough, he approached them and without saying a word, curtseyed. It took a moment for Mary to gather herself enough to speak. "Have you enjoyed yourself today....Jane?" she asked hesitantly. "I have passed the day as you asked, Mistress." He curtseyed again. "Ms Strong has given me instructions, and as you asked me and I promised, I am obeying each to the letter." Another curtsey. "If you have trouble with getting his clothes off." Here Helen was taking a chance that she wasn't questioned. "Don't worry, I'll give him fresh tomorrow." Mary was far too shocked to ask why they would have trouble undressing him. She simply walked with him out to the car, and they drove home in silence. He was honour bound not to speak unless she asked him a question, or otherwise gave him permission, and they were in the silly position of her not knowing she had to. "Will you do the meal tonight?" Mary asked as they walked into their home. He turned to her, curtseyed and carefully walked off to the kitchen on his high heels. He already knew that he had half prepared a steak salad, marinating the steak and mixed the salad dressing. He just had to turn the heat on the griddle pan, put a part baked roll in the oven and fatigue the salad. He just had time to lay the dinging room table for one, place condiments and butter dish, then go back and flash the steak twice on each side the way they liked it. By the time the steak was ready, so was the roll, so he took both plates in on a tray, to find Mary sat at the table looking puzzled. "Why only one setting?" she asked as he placed the dishes in front of her. "I am told that a maid is not allowed to eat with her betters, Mistress." He curtseyed again. "Hang on a minute, I smell a rat." Mary was smiling. "Who said that you couldn't eat with me?" "Ms Strong, Mistress." Curtsey. "And why do you have to do as she said?" "You asked me to, Mistress, and I promised." Curtsey. "Forget it James, I had no intention to put you in this ridiculous situation. Go and change into your proper clothes and I'll tell Miss Bossy Boots she's just lost a cleaner for a month." "I'm sorry, Mistress, I can't do that, I've given my word to both you and Ms Strong, you know I can't go back on that." Curtsey. "Who spilt the coffee this morning?" "Ms Strong, Mistress." Curtsey. "I thought so, now who's idea was the so called uniform?" "Ms Strong Mistress." Curtsey "And the make up?" "I chose, Mistress." Curtsey. "What were the choices she gave you? And stop that damned curtseying." "To take a supposed delivery in, looking like a man in a dress or as a woman, I'm sorry Mistress, but the curtsey is all part of my promise." Curtsey. Mary finished her meal and picked up the telephone, dialling her sister's number, there was no reply. 'I'll ring her bloody neck for her the next time I see her'. Mary thought to herself. 'I bet she's there, but she can see the caller ID, and I bet she knows what I'm going to say'. "I'm really sorry I got you into this mess," Mary told him, "but I think I can get you out of it. During my conversation with Helen, I told her that the whole thing was off if you got a job in the meantime. Now, I think you said something about wearing skirts regardless, for the next four weeks, is that right?" He acknowledged that it was correct. "I know it's not much consolation, but my PA is off from next week, having a baby, she's very nearly about to drop, and she's asked to come back as soon as possible, that means about a month to six weeks. Her husband's going to take the rest of their maternity leave, so I was arranging a temp. Suppose I give you the job, you'll still be in skirts, but a bit more comfortably fitted out, and you won't have my stupid sister to answer to?" "Yes, Mistress, that would suit admirably." Curtsey but with a grin. "It means you will go to her tomorrow, but at the end of the day you will no longer be a maid. Is that OK with you?" "Yes, Mistress." Curtsey, but with a smile. Jane the maid cleared up the dining room and the kitchen while his own dinner was cooking, and he sat down to eat, alone, but with an appetite he didn't think he would have. When he finally made his way up to bed, Mary was sat up waiting for him. Between them they tried to remove his clothes, or at least the stupid shoes, but were thwarted by the locks. He insisted that there was no point in him disturbing her, he was sure to pass an uncomfortable night, so he slept in the guest bedroom. The following morning he was back in 'maid' mode, serving Mary breakfast and snacking on the go, so as not to make them both late. His wife thoughtfully packed a bag with some normal lady's clothes, a straight skirt and a loose top that would be more comfortable. When they arrived at Helen's house, she was furious at the news that she only had the maid for one more day, but Mary pointed out that it was her own fault. She countered that if he wasn't such a wimp, it never would have happened. She couldn't understand why Mary would stand by such a proven coward and sissy. All Mary said was that it took a real man to stand by his word regardless of the humiliation. He worked hard all the day, he actually found the heels less of a problem, and by the time he had finished the whole house had been cleaned thoroughly. Reluctantly, Helen unlocked his belt and shoes and Mary helped him out of the corset and stockings, fitted him with flat shoes and her clothes selection and he was ready to go. Helen refilled the bag that Mary had taken the clothes out of, and insisted that the uniform, shoes and all went home with them, 'just in case Mary has need of a maid in the future'. That evening, Mary took a critical look at his appearance, pointing out that he was going to need a good supply of suitable office clothes before he could start. Now she was able to look, without her annoyance at her sister clouding her thoughts, she realised that he did actually make a fairly good looking woman. He certainly would have no trouble passing, so that was a potential embarrassment out of the way. She just had time to call her hairdresser and arrange a complete makeover for him in the morning, first thing. The plan was to drop him there, go into work to make sure there weren't any crises, then return after his treatment, to pick him up to go shopping for his wardrobe. He would be wearing the same clothes he had on for the return from Helen's. While at the hairdresser's they made a better job of the hack that Helen had done, but kept more or less that shape. They gave him a loose perm to give the cut more body, and put in a few highlights, but only with a semi-permanent colour, he was told it would be gone in about fifteen or twenty washes. His ears were pierced in two places each, and one gold stud one fake diamond stud put in them. They also thoughtfully used a semi-permanent make up, commenting that he was lucky having only a slow growing beard, they had no problem with a six o'clock shadow. What they applied would last only about ten days at the most, so it would obviate the need for him to learn techniques, and save him time each morning. He would only need to put on some lip gloss, and perhaps a little more lipstick towards the end on the week. His nails were a small problem. It took a while to remove the monsters that Helen had glued on, but they were replaced with better quality ones a little shorter. They were still longer than his natural ones, but they assured him that he would find them easier to use with a keyboard. He was just finished when Mary arrived to take him on a shopping spree. She took one look and was fulsome in praise for the finished product of the girls' work. First stop was for underwear. She selected one bra to start and had him go into the changing room to try it for size. The band was a little tight, but not uncomfortably so, he therefore watched as Mary place about eight or nine bra and panty sets in her basket, working on the same size. A couple of the sets had a matching chemise, and three suspender belts, which also went in. Mary called over the assistant, and arranged for him to wear one set, with stockings, out of the store, she also chose about ten of each, tights and packs of stockings, all fairly sheer. "I expect most of the time you will want to wear the pantyhose, but you can wear the stockings when you're feeling sexy." She commented, throwing some panty girdles into their basket, explaining: "In case you get too excited, these will keep your little extra bit under control." Then it was over to the nightdresses, of which she picked five, two baby dolls, two very sexy still, but mid length, and the other was a froth of red and white, with a matching negligee, at lest two layers of material, which had little effect at covering up the wearer's body. She finished in this store by buying two other dressing gowns, to go with the other nighties. Then there followed three or four dress stores, they bought something in every one and two they bought four or five, about half their purchases were business skirt suits, the other mainly dresses but some skirt and blouse combinations, then it was getting late for lunch. They placed their purchases so far, in Mary's car and looked for food. They stopped in a small restaurant, where they ate chicken liver salads with a small glass of wine. "How are you feeling about this now?" she asked and was puzzled as she noticed him blush a little. "Do you mind asking me that again when we get home?" he countered and she agreed, although bursting with curiosity. Shoes and accessories were next. Mary explained that she carried in her mind's eye, a picture of the outer clothes they had bought, so that she had a good idea what things he would need to go with them. She told him that it was something most women did as it was important not to just wear any old things together. The picture should look in symmetry. In the shoe shops, he tried each potential pair on, as sizing might vary a little from type to type. "I hope you don't mind, but you're going to have to wear heels to the office, but I do mean heels, not stilts. Flats aren't the done thing I'm afraid." He agreed saying that he expected as much, but was pleased when she told him that he should leave a pair of flats in the car, in case he needed to drive. He had hardly used his own car since being made redundant, but he bought a pair to leave in there as well. Another couple of pairs of flats were for him to use doing housework, then it was on to the heels and the first of those were a pair of pink mules to wear in the house while not dressed. By the time they had finished, he had only one pair with two inch heels, five pairs were three inch and two were four inch. He was happy, with his own experience, that it was possible to get used to the higher heels, and they did look really attractive. By the time he had four handbags with a couple of purses, and they had taken these back to the car, he thought they were done. Not a bit of it. Next stop were accessory stores to pick up some everyday jewellery and in the first store they bought six pairs of earrings, most with matching necklaces and bracelets. Two sets had matching watches, so they were added to the basket. Two more stores of the like finally finished the day's trawl. They were both tired and were only too pleased to get home, although the first job was to move all his male clothes out from their bedroom to a guest room. He had put the slow cooker on before they left, so the meal only had to be dished up, once the produce of their marathon buying spree was all put away. "You were going to tell me what you thought of all this, now we're home?" Mary at last could ask him. "Well, this is a bit embarrassing," he started to say, then took a deep breath. "At first I hated it, the clothes were demeaning and uncomfortable, and seemingly designed to hinder work. Once I got more used to them there were certain aspects that I realised I enjoyed. I know I shouldn't say this, and you may hate me for it, but I'm quite looking forward to trying the things we've bought today. You must think less of me as a man." "Of course I don't," replied Mary with a broad smile, "I actually think it will be fun, exploring a new aspect to our lives. I loved going out shopping with you today. It's like having a husband, wife and girlfriend all rolled into one. I'll clear up, you go and put on one of your baby dolls, and let me see it." He was back down the stairs soon afterwards. As soon as she saw him, Mary grabbed him and started to kiss him. The last two items for the dishwasher were left unloaded, as getting to bed seemed to be their most urgent need. Their lovemaking, in stark contrast to the previous night, was bliss. It was obligatory that they made an early start in the morning, especially as the idea that they would plan things the night before, hadn't seemed so important at the time. The cover story they were making was that Jane was a cousin of Mary's, and that, as she was now working as a temp., having moved back into the area, Mary had decided to use her. The only reason for doing this was to save the blushes of James, who would have been humiliated, if it was known that it was him. The way the story was hatched, it gave the excuse that Jane was staying with Mary, while she looked for a permanent home. Jane dressed in a bra and panty set in ivory, with delicate lace trim, with a nude pair of tights, but pulled one of his panty girdles on for extra security. He put on a matching chemise, then a yellow blouse, with a big integral tie to make into a bow, then his grey pinstripe skirt suit, the skirt cut a little short, just above the knee. Mary assumed that this little hint of sexuality would defer any thoughts of the male staff that Jane was not who he ought to be. He stepped into grey three inch heeled pumps and carried purse and handbag to match. The only other things were a lip gloss to liven his lipstick, and Mary played with his hair a little before using hairspray to maintain it in a business like fashion. Mary drove them in to her office, as they parked in her usual spot, she turned to Jane. "Are you sure you want to go through with this? You could just take the car and drive back home, you know." "I know I'm a bit old fashioned," he replied, "but when I give my word, if it's at all possible, I keep it." With that they were committed and walked through the building and up the stairs to the offices. "Good morning Mrs Peacock." Mary was greeted by her very pregnant PA, Joyce Trent. "Good morning Joyce. I'd like to introduce you to Jane here, she's the temp., that's going to attempt to replace you while you are, shall we say indisposed. I should tell you that she's also my cousin, but as it's only a temporary job, I don't think I'm too open to charges of nepotism." "Hi Joyce," Jane greeting her in his best breathy voice, "it's a pleasure to meet you. Say, where did you get that gorgeous broach?" "Oh this," Joyce glowed with pleasure, "my Granny gave me this when she heard I was expecting. She told me that I should wear it every day, it would bring the baby and me good health." Mary was amazed by Jane's quick thinking, wondering if he was a touch more feminine than she though. He had immediately fallen in to the way women relate to each other. She left the two of them to get to know each other and Jane to pick up on the peculiarities of her PA's work. At about ten o'clock, Jane came in with Mary's morning coffee. "How are you settling in Jane?" Mary asked. "Fine, no problems Mrs Peacock," Mary smiled at his formal reply, "I don't foresee any difficulties." "That's good, would you send Joyce in, I need to give her a couple of letters." "I can do that, Mrs Peacock, I can do shorthand." Mary's eyes opened wide. "You can write shorthand? I didn't know that." "I got bored with some of my school work and decided to teach myself in my spare time. I'm a bit rusty so go easy on me until I fall back into it again. I used to use it in my office from time to time, when I didn't want anyone else reading my memos." Mary dictated three letters and Jane went off to type them up. When they came back, Jane pointed out a small grammar correction he had made, otherwise they were perfectly as dictated. His wife wondered what other hidden talents she had married. The remaining days of the week went like clockwork, and Joyce was only left wondering if she would still have a job in the month or so she was gone. Jane laughingly told her that she shouldn't worry about that, Jane had no intention of taking a permanent employment post with 'her cousin' as boss. The following Monday, the first day Jane had by himself as Mary's PA, there was a minor crisis in the accounts department, when their computers crashed. Jane offered to have a look, after all in real life that was one of his specialities. Within the hour they were up and running again, though Jane did suggest a patch which would add some security to their software, and was only too pleased to complete the update for them. "Why haven't you been working for me since you knew me?" Mary wanted to know. What, and have my boss breathing down my neck, quite literally, every night?" They both laughed. Over at the bank, they were warned that a large amount in Bearer Bonds was to be delivered first thing on Friday morning for an international transaction to be complete by one of their customers. Helen Strong always worried when something out of the ordinary happened. She led the sort of life where she always needed to feel in control, and with this type of operation the policy was that it should always carried out within the normal parameters of security that they worked every day. Any unusual activity the directors thought would only attract attention, therefore increasing the risk of tempting the criminal element. As it was she had brokered the purchase, worth several million pounds, so she was as anxious as anyone that the deal was closed. The arrangement was that all parties would meet at the bank at ten in the morning for the signatures and handing over the financial documents. At Mary's business everything was going smoothly, until Thursday, when a new customer called late in the afternoon. He was a Middle Eastern businessman, who they hadn't dealt with before. He had been warned that if he wanted immediate shipment, as he had intimated, he would need to provide a form of guaranteed payment, a Government Letter of Credit, for example. Mary showed him round the production and store in person, with Jane taking notes. The items he wanted straight away were in stock, and they would be shipped by the weekend, provided they had their guaranty for payment. To their shock he opened his brief case and pulled out actual dollars to the value of hundred and twenty thousand, about a hundred thousand pounds. Worried sick about that amount of cash, Mary and Jane decided that, as it was too late for the bank, they would take it home and stop at the bank when it opened the next morning. They arrived at the bank a few minutes after they opened and they had to join a short queue. Mary was going to phone Helen to tell her what had happened, but decided to surprise her instead. They were next in line when there was a huge crash, and the door at the side, giving access to the cashiers, exploded in thousands of fragments. Over the screams someone was shouting for everyone to stand still. Jane looked round at saw a man in a balaclava holding a pistol had closed the front door of the bank. Another had crossed through the wrecked door, to behind the line of counters and was holding another hand gun over the tellers. The third, closest to them but just in front of the door keeper, had the customers covered with a sawn off shotgun. In moments Helen came running out of her office to see what the problem was, only to be grabbed by the man behind the counter. "We've come for the bonds, where are they?" the man holding Helen barked. At that moment one of the tellers did a very brave thing, he reached down to press the alarm. Helen's captor shot him. Jane decided there was only one thing to do. He took a bundle of hundred dollar bills out of the envelope they were in and walked towards the man with the shotgun. "Please, please don't hurt us. Please there's hundreds of thousands of dollars here, you can have it all just please..." As he handed it to shotgun man, he dropped it just before the man's hand grasped it. In that split second, as the man watched it falling and thought to grab it, Jane grabbed the shotgun, turned it to the man at the door, and shot him in the arm. The lead shot nearly took his arm off so of course the gun fell to the ground. In one movement, Jane brought the butt of the gun up and broke the man's jaw with the blow, knocking him out, then he rolled over, picked up the pistol the door man had dropped, and shot Helen's captor just as he was taking aim at Jane. Jane was the first to admit that hitting him in the forehead, just above eye level, was lucky, but was what he aimed for. It was all over so quickly that when the police took statements afterwards, no two witnesses saw everything that happened. They were lucky to have CCTV. Jane attended to the wounded bank teller, putting pressure on his wound until medics arrived. Meanwhile, Mary took her dollars and a very shocked Helen through to her office to await the formalities. The police arrived so quickly they caught the getaway driver, still waiting patiently outside. "Looks like the bloody SAS raided here." commented one officer, not realising that the casualties were mainly the robbers. The Chief Inspector in charge, conducted witness interviews in Helen's office. She had to go off with the valuable documents from the bank, which were moved, with an armed police escort, to a local hotel. There she completed the transaction that she had worked so hard on. Meanwhile, Jane's statement was the last to be taken. "I understand from your wife and sister-in-law that you are a man, but you're going by the name of Jane, is that correct?" "Yes Sir, my name is actually James Peacock, but this is a temporary arrangement only. I made certain promises and I have to keep my word." "The Manager here, err, Ms Strong, told me that she forced you into these clothes because she thought you were a sissy and a coward. Is that correct?" "Basically, I suppose it is." "I understand a certain revision of opinion has taken place, you may be pleased to hear." The Chief Inspector laughed, Jane smiled but he worried that there was no way he was going to keep both his identities secret and worried that he was going to be humiliated after all. He asked the officer about the unwanted publicity. "We do have a way we can keep your identity out of the statements, everyone will hear of the woman that foiled the robbery, obviously, but we can protect you as far as official papers go. The attitude we will take is that we fear there may be reprisals against you, so for your protection we will keep you incognito. Mind you, my personal opinion is that the thugs may need protection from you!" He laughed again. "The problem may arise with the press though. They will bend over backwards to find you. We can only do our best." Mary took Jane back home to change, they thought that a description of his clothes might get out, but he insisted that he remain en-femme, he still had to keep his word. "What on earth were you thinking of, you fool?" Mary had a go at him in the car. "There is only one thing I can say to you: I love you, you're my hero." She squeezed his knee, and had tears in her eyes. They didn't get into the office until after three in the afternoon, and shortly afterwards the press started telephoning. They had got as far as identifying Mary as the person who had dollars to pay into the bank, and assumed that she would know the woman that offered them to the bandits. "No, I'm terribly sorry, I'm as mystified as you, this woman just grabbed my money and started offering it, but I did get it back afterwards.... No, I've never seen the woman before." Her story was consistent and Helen backed her up more or less the same, except that she told them that whoever the woman was, if she was a customer, Helen couldn't disclose bank records to them. Mary and Jane decided to have a quiet meal at home that evening, but they were interrupted by Helen arriving, and handing a cake box to Jane. "You may call this a lemon meringue pie, I'm afraid I must call it humble pie, how can you ever forgive me?" "Don't worry about it Helen," Jane replied, "it's one of those things, I was just lucky, that's all. Why don't you join us for dinner?" "First of all I order you to change back into your proper male clothes, you no longer have any promise to keep." "Ah, well Helen, it's like this, Mary's PA is off on maternity leave, and I'm filling in for her. I must come clean with you, I've already been released from any obligations, but I kind of, well it's difficult for me to say, but.." "You love the clothes!" Helen practically screamed the interruption, Jane looked sheepish. "I've already told him that he can be in Jane or James mode," Mary said, "it makes no difference to me. The only thing I've asked is that at least once a week I go shopping with Jane, I like to go with a girlfriend." "If the two of you don't mind, I would like to see what life is like from the other side, so to speak. I've even considered taking up the position of IT consultant for Mary's business when her PA comes back to work, but it's on the proviso that I don't change my identity. Mary tells me it would confuse the staff too much, at least, that's my story and I'm sticking to it." Jane left for a few minutes to go to the bedroom, as the sisters sat down with gin and tonics. Just as Mary wondered where Jane had got to, the maid Jane opened the door. "Dinner is served Mistresses." They all burst out laughing but Jane pointed out some things: "Three inch heels, no corset, and I'm eating with you!" Sex that night was very good.