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A DISAPPOINTMENT Jeremy Hunter had to tell the girl he was going to propose to about his 'hobby', hoping that it wouldn't interfere with their relationship. "Pauline, my darling, we've been going out now for eight months, so we must both know that we have something special." Pauline was overjoyed, she just knew he was going to propose. "The thing is, there is something about me that it's only fair to tell you, something that's been nagging at me for several weeks now. It's something embarrassing." He paused and took a deep breath. Pauline knew it couldn't be about sex, he was more than proficient in that department but she was getting worried. "The thing is," he carried on hesitantly, "ever since I can remember, I've dressed up. First I used to put on my mother's clothes, then when I started work, I could afford to buy my own. I don't do it often, in fact hardly at all while we've been going out, but I don't think the desire will ever leave me completely." "You want to be a woman?" she asked. "Do you go out looking for men?" "Oh Lord, no to both those things." Jeremy was horrified. "Can I ask you to do an internet search for transvestite, or cross dressing if you can't remember the name? It should explain what it's about. It really is harmless, certainly in my case, I just get a feeling of peace and relaxation when I do it. I suppose it is sex based, but only in the broadest terms. After you've investigated, can you let me know if you could live with it? I do love you so very much." Pauline wasn't really listening to the last part of his declaration, she was still recovering from the horror that she was in love with a Nancy boy, a pervert. At least, drawing the date to a premature end, she did say that she would find out more about it. It was a full week before she agreed to date him again, saying that she was still looking into his 'problem' and she wanted time to think about it. She really did think hard. She knew that the whole idea of what he did repulsed her, he was not the man she thought he was, not tall, but he was handsome, smart, had a good business, and at twenty two, he already owned his own home. At only five feet four inches herself, him being only five feet six, wasn't so important. Another plus was that she believed he would have high expectations, as an only child of his rich, elderly parents. "I do love you, Jeremy," she told him a week later, "but I can't imagine you in a dress and what's more, I don't want to. If you could guarantee that you can do what you do on your own, and I don't have to get involved, I can agree to take our relationship to the next level, which I guess is why you told me." That's wonderful, Pauline, I'll tell you what, my house has four good sized bedrooms. At the moment I keep all my other clothes in the fourth room, I could continue to do that, and if I dress and stay in there, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" He had got down on one knee, and offered her small box with a one and a half karat diamond ring in it. She was over the moon, she just knew that he would keep his word. * * * * * Five years later, things were going swimmingly for Pauline. She got a promotion and was now head of sales for the pharmaceutical company she worked for, and Jeremy was so successful, he only worked a few hours a week, and that from home, earning many times an average income. She didn't ask, or actually care, what he did, just that it was something to do with computers. His parents had, as expected, passed away, and Jeremy now had a considerable property portfolio, about half from investing his legacy. She would have given up her job, but she quite enjoyed it, especially the power she held over her subordinates, and her loving husband did nearly all the household chores, which she hated. She felt that they would probably be shared out between them if she gave up work. In spite of their wealth, Pauline felt that her husband was too generous to his tenants, the only time she got involved with his affaires was when she was telling him to put his rents up. "I have tenants who are no trouble and they stay with me. I don't have to go advertising vacant premises all the time, and I don't have to worry about them skipping out on me or damaging the property. The last one to move in was three years ago, all the others have been there since before I bought the premises. They're loyal to me, so I reciprocate by charging a little below full market, and only increasing in line with their earnings." Pauline had another reason for staying at work. She had a 'thing' for a manager in their research division. She hadn't actually been unfaithful, but she often fantasised about him, a handsome man called Ben Tanner, and he had a reputation as the office stud. She was getting bored with the gentle and slow lovemaking in her marriage, she often heard the other women talking about Ben's caveman attitude to sex. They described him as being like an animal and they all knew that he fancied Pauline, she was one of the few women who had rebuffed his advances. One Monday morning, she wasn't feeling too well, and as she was no better by lunch time, she told her secretary that she was going home early. "It's just a bug I've picked up, I expect, hopefully I'll be better by tomorrow." She normally rang Jeremy when she was coming home, she thought perhaps he sometimes practiced his 'hobby' when doing the housework, and she didn't wish to embarrass the both of them. However, this time she didn't bother. As she came in from the garage, she could hear the vacuum cleaner going in the sun room at the back of the house. She peered in and got a shock. There was a woman cleaning the carpet, immaculately presented, with a blonde, unisex hairstyle, high heels, long shapely legs, and a black dress with white lace, covered only a little by a frilly 'hostess' apron. It took a moment to imagine her without make up, then realised that it was Jeremy. She was furious. "What the hell are you doing out here!" she screamed at him. "You promised to keep this perversion in the one bedroom!" She had been going to put her phone on charge in the kitchen so she had it in her hand. She took a photo of him before he could stop her. "I'm sorry, I thought you would call if you were coming home." His face was beetroot red, showing through his make up. "Well, if you want to be a maid, you'll bloody well be one." As she spoke she could suddenly see that it was possible she could come out on top over this. "Let's go upstairs and see what clothes you've got. Go on, lead on." She followed his tightly fitted dress up the stairs and went into his sanctum, where she was surprised to see that he had two large wardrobes filled with dresses, and two chest of drawers and a vanity, which all seemed full of accessories. The room was decorated in pastel pink and white, with lace curtains and a lace canopy over a very feminine looking single bed. Never having been in here before, she was totally taken aback. She looked through his wardrobes and spotted two French maid's dresses, one black, one pink, both with white lace, very short and very low cut. "These look too small for you," she snapped. "They're designed to be worn with corsets," he mumbled back. "Where are they?" He opened a drawer and took them out, one of each matching colour. She told him to put them on the bed, then ignored him and carried on exploring. She then noticed his substantial shoe collection in the bottom of the wardrobes. They included some very high heels. Then she came across what she suspected, a pair of pink pumps, with six inch heels and a pair of small keys on an elastic band round the ankle strap. Further examination produced an identical pair in black, she pulled them both out. "Are these what go with the maid's dresses?" "Yes, I thought I liked the idea, but they're not practical. I tried them and I couldn't work in them and the corsets are too small as well." She removed the keys to both pairs and told him to get undressed. He stripped completely except for his latex gaff, explaining that, so as long as he sat, he could do his toilet functions without removing it. She was more interested in his gel 'C' cup sized breasts that moved in a very realistic way, until they came off with his bra. "Aren't these supposed to be stuck on?" "Yes, but I don't, because it takes too long to get them off with the solvent." "Get me the glue and solvent." With his cooperation, she fixed them to his chest with the glue, they were even a close match to his skin tone. Once the glue had set, she wrapped the black corset round his chest, the half cups supporting his breasts, then started to tighten the laces. He was a little surprised at her expertise, but she had experience with such garments when she was in her school repertory club. "Where is your lace puller?" He indicated a drawer and she quickly found a hooked tool with a wooden handle, which she used to such effect that it brought tears to his eyes. He was forced to gasp very short breaths to avoid passing out, but he didn't dare complain. She tied the laces off and turned him to face her. "You're a great disappointment, you know." She was clearly very upset. "I don't know what I'm going to do in the long run, but for the moment, this is going to be your bedroom and you won't be asked to fulfil your marital duties for a while. You wanted to be the maid, so that is what you'll be until I decide otherwise. What do you call yourself when you're dressed?" "I don't call myself anything different," he replied in a breathless whisper. "Well you'd better be Geraldine. I'm pleased to hear your voice is improved, that is how I want you to speak like all the time." She dropped the black dress over his head, zipping it up and fitting the apron, and little cap on his head. She had to help him roll sheer black stockings up his legs, because it wasn't possible for him to bend over in the heavily boned corset. "I take it you know how a maid servant acts, you curtsey at all the right times, and if you aren't sure whether to or not, err on the side of grovelling. I take it you can curtsey?" He nodded confirmation. "I'm Miss Davis to you, I don't want to keep your surname at least for the time being, so I'll use my maiden name. You call me that when you enter the room, and call me Madam, after that until you leave my presence. Anyone coming to the house is your superior and you'll treat them as such." By this time she had fixed his locking six inch black shoes in place. At least, she thought, I haven't given a moment's thought to feeling ill. Then she telephoned the two neighbours that lived next door each side, single women, Leslie Baker, divorced and Jackie Malory, widowed. She didn't mention that to her husband. "Put some panties on, I'm going out but I'll be back for dinner with two guests." Pauline went out to arrange three things. The first was for her hairdresser to call this evening to make her new maid look pretty, The second was to call at an adult shop to buy a few things, the third was to meet up with Ben Tanner in his office, to discuss a new product they were working on. "You know that for some time the government has been looking for some way to stop sex offenders re-offending?" he asked her. "Well we have developed a drug that will essentially not only chemically castrate the subject, it will destroy any urge for anything sexually driven. Rapist, for example derive pleasure not, primarily, from the sex act, but mainly from the power buzz. It's that secondary drive that we aim to block out. Of course, it has several side effects that we are working on still. They tend to end up a bit zombie-like, and also develop many female characteristics, such as the pattern of hair growth, smaller waist and larger hips and butt, and of course a rapid growth of breasts. Also, assuming the subject is male, it causes rapid atrophy of the testicles and penis." "I have a problem." Pauline showed him the photo she had taken of Jeremy in his dress. "I have fancied you for a long time, but my husband stands in the way. Is there any way you can let me have a sample of what you're working on? I really can't put up with this any longer." With a smile, Ben went to the refrigerator and picked out three phials of clear liquid. "One of these every other day over four days should be ample to sort out your problem. You'll find that it makes him very thirsty, so spiking a drink is a very efficient means of delivery." Pauline made her way back home for the second time that day, this time with a lightness of heart. Jeremy had an addiction to the banana flavoured milk drinks that she disliked, so she knew exactly what she was going to do. When she got home, she got a bag of frozen chips out of the kitchen and called Geraldine and had him stand in front of her. She was amused that he was only walking painfully in his stilt heels. "First of all, I want to make sure that you don't cheat on me." She pulled down his panties, then his gaff, and pressed the chips against his stiffening member. It shrank to the smallest she had seen it, which enabled her to fit the small chastity device round that and his testicles, locking it in place. "Now you won't need this gaff, your bits are never going to stick out all the while they're locked away." She had just pulled his panties back on when the doorbell rang. "Go and answer the door, girl, and don't forget to respect whoever's there." Geraldine opened the door to find a pretty young lady standing there with a large bag over her shoulder. He curtseyed and asked if he could help her. "I'm here for Geraldine, Miss Davis asked me here." His heart sank, as he invited the woman in. It hurt him every time he was reminded that his wife wasn't using his name. "Come through to the kitchen Eve," his wife called, "you too, girl." Eve set up her equipment and it soon looked like a hairdressers' salon. Geraldine gratefully took his weight off his feet, sat in a chair and had a smock draped over him. Eve worked quickly and efficiently first treating and rolling his hair then, while waiting for the chemicals on that to do their magic, she first plucked his eyebrows almost into oblivion, then brushed a liquid make up over his face, followed by various layers over his eyelids and lips. She added a blush to his cheeks and carefully added long eyelashes glued in pairs top and below his eyes. She bold lined where these were placed and also drew in the eyebrow line to emphasise its thin state. She placed a heated face mask over all her work, then worked on his hair. Once satisfied with that, she pierced his ears in two places in each of the lobes and one in each upper ear, placing studs in all the places. Once the face mask was off, she called Pauline in to see the result. "Exactly what I had in mind my dear," she told Eve, paying her off and tipping her generously, then to her husband, "I want dinner served in one hour, girl, I'm expecting two guests, show them into the drawing room and find out what they want to drink." With no chance to see what had been done to him, Geraldine busied himself in the kitchen until he heard the doorbell. "Good evening, Mesdames." He gave a curtsey. "Would you care to join Miss Davis in the drawing room? This way please." He took them in, got their drink requirements, curtseyed and tottered off to get them. As he left he heard the questions being fired at his wife about her new maid, but couldn't hear her reply. When he returned with large gin and tonics all round, curtseyed and served them, Pauline told him her new arrangement. "Geraldine, starting tomorrow, you will be taking on additional duties. Tuesdays, Fridays and Sundays you will clean for Mrs Baker and Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays for Mrs Malory. You will report to them at ten a.m. until three each day and on Thursdays you will prepare, serve and clean for whoever hosts the ladies' luncheon club. Mrs Baker and Mrs Malory will require you to prepare and serve lunch on their days and may require other services that I will explain later. Go now and get on with your work, I will tell you five minutes before we require dinner to be served." He curtseyed and left, wondering how he was going to fit all this work in. This was getting out of hand. The meal passed reasonably, after all it wasn't much more than he usually did, the main difference was that he had no cause to speak, and his service went largely unappreciated, as far as he could tell. He served a chicken liver pat( with salad and Melba toast, Pork loin steaks with new potatoes and asparagus with Hollandaise sauce, and cr?me caramels for dessert. He opened a bottle of Pouilly-Fum(, had his wife approve it, and stood painfully by while they ate, in case anyone wanted anything. As they sat with cheese and port, relaxing, Pauline called him in. "Geraldine, I have an itch, deal with it." She lifted her skirt up round her hips and sat down again. He was aghast. This was their subtle way for her to ask him to give her oral sex. Not only had she never asked for it at the dinner table, she would never, ever have asked him to do such an intimate act in front of other people. He thought for a moment he had misunderstood, but then he could see that she wasn't wearing any panties. Again, unheard of. With some difficulty he crawled under the table and set to work on his wife's most sensitive area. It wasn't something new to him, he had always loved her, and anything he could do to make her happy, he wouldn't hesitate. These circumstances were something new to him, he couldn't understand this sudden sexual openness He felt her shudder, he kept going and knew that she had just climaxed a second time. "Enough girl, stand up." He stood at her side wondering what was going to happen next. "Mrs Malory now has an itch. Deal with it." Suddenly he realised that the 'cleaning sessions' in these women's homes was actually him being whored out. That crossed the line. He just stood there. "What are you waiting for girl? Get on with it." "I'm sorry Miss Davis, I'm married, I cannot indulge in extra marital activities." He added a curtsey, to show the others that he was still being respectful. "You are not married at this moment, do as I told you." "I'm sorry madam, I took vows and I must stand by them." He curtseyed again while the other two women looked on bemused. Pauline hurried out of the room, coming back moments later with something else she had thought of while out shopping. She brandished her old a riding crop. "Bend over that chair." She pointed at one of the dining room chairs, and he did as he was told. Of course, his rump was barely covered by the costume 'uniform' and with a quick sweep, Pauline pulled his panties down and out of the way. She laid into him. No preamble, no hesitation between strokes. The amazing thing was that it hurt him so much that his whole body went into spasm. He collapsed on the floor, banging his head on the table on the way, but she continued to lash out. "Stop it!" Jackie Malory was the quicker of the two guests to react, but Leslie Baker was not far behind. "You can't do that!" Leslie shouted. "What do you think you're doing?" From Jackie. As Geraldine turned, one slash cut across his face. It drew blood instantly. "This thing calls himself my husband!" shouted Pauline still lashing him with all her strength. At this point, Leslie, the younger and fitter of the two, grabbed the crop, and tried to help the injured man up, but he was in deep shock. "He dresses up all the time as a tart, he doesn't understand that if he does that, he forfeits his right to call himself my husband." Jackie meanwhile was telephoning for an ambulance. "When you told us that you had a maid who was into kinky things that we could enjoy, were you talking about the man you married?" Leslie asked, but got no reply. In about fifteen minutes the ambulance arrived. Pauline tried to send them away, but the other two were having none of it. "If you don't let them in I'm calling the police," Leslie told her. Reluctantly, Pauline stepped away from the door. With Geraldine now laid on the floor, they could all see his chastity device. "Oh good God!" Jackie had seen enough. "You are some sort of sadist you bitch!" "How can anyone treat another human like that?" asked Leslie to no-one in particular. "Can you get me something to wipe this make up off his face?" asked one of the medics. "Good luck with that," laughed Pauline. "It's permanent stain, it won't come off. I had it put on him tonight by my hairdresser, even he doesn't know about it yet." The second medic just beat Leslie in calling the police. Jackie got her phone out, but used it to record Geraldine being treated, showing his wounds at their worst, she was sure that he would be able to make use of the footage in the inevitable legal proceedings. Eventually everyone left the house. Leslie and Jackie to their homes, Geraldine to hospital and Pauline, accompanied by two police officers to the station. All that was left of Pauline's plot, were three of the four bottles of banana flavoured milk drinks she had left in the fridge. She had other things on her mind now, than to give them the slightest thought. * * * * * Jeremy took a day to become himself again and in fact had little memory of that dinner party. He still had aches and pains physically, and scars that would be there for some time yet, his permanent make up he was told would eventually fade and within twelve months there would no longer be a trace. He knew enough of what had happened to know that his marriage was finished. His lawyer came to visit him and reviewed the pictures and statements, going over it with him. By the time he was discharged, and returned home, an injunction was in place that forbade Pauline from their home, and ensured that she had to keep more than 100 metres away from him at all times. He had also instigated divorce proceedings By the Wednesday lunch time he was trying to catch up on some work related things that had come in over the previous forty eight hours. He was, of necessity en femme, the cosmetic treatment of his face dictating it. Then there was a knock on the door. "Hi." A good looking man was standing there looking a little sheepish. "My name is Ben Tanner, I work with Mrs Hunter." "How can I help you Mr Tanner?" Jeremy/Geraldine asked, unsure what was going on. "I was discussing a new product with Mrs Hunter the other day, and she picked up three phials of it, it's just a clear liquid. They are quite important, and possibly dangerous in the wrong hands and as she is in police custody and can't get them, would you mind if we had a look to see if we can find them? I wouldn't ask, but they are important." "Come in, err, Ben," Geraldine decided there wasn't anything funny about the visitor so made him welcome, not explaining his relationship with Pauline. Together they looked in the room that Pauline used to keep her office items, there was no sign. He went up to their bedroom to collect all the handbags, and the briefcase he could remember her using over the last few days, then, rather than leave his visitor alone too long, he invited him into their kitchen where he emptied the contents of each bag onto the table. As they were examining each one, he asked Ben if he would like a drink. "That's most kind, what do you have?" Geraldine opened the fridge and offered coffee, tea, cola. "Or I've got some banana flavoured milk drink, if you fancy that?" Sometimes karma has mysterious ways of working, as they each had a bottle of the milk, Geraldine picked the only one that wasn't drugged, giving Ben something of his own back. Having drawn a blank with the contents of the bags, they sat there drinking, while he tried to think where else she could have placed the drug. He thought that perhaps they may be in the drawer they used for odds and ends, in the kitchen, so he upended that onto the table and they went through its contents. "Thirsty work this 'hunt the thimble' game isn't it?" he remarked. "Another drink?" They sat there with the second milk drinks, this time Geraldine had to have the third one that had been tampered with. They chatted on for a while, about inconsequential things, until Ben had to admit defeat. His main worries, when he heard that Pauline had been arrested, were first that she had been caught administering the drug, or secondary was his fear that the police would search their house and find the illicit drug. He was somewhat relieved that, if they couldn't find the phials, it would be unlikely that, even if the police did a search, they wouldn't either. Over the next few hours, Geraldine found that he was unable to concentrate on anything, and several parts of the day seemed to be beyond his recall. The next morning, as he entered the bathroom, his chest seemed to jiggle up and down. When he looked, not only were his nipples quite a bit larger and pronounced, they sat on what appeared to be juvenile breasts. He examined himself in the mirror and was quite shocked. He had thinned in the waist and developed a very feminine butt and hips, even his face seemed to have softened. His mind went back to the reason for Ben's visit. Could the disappearance of a new drug, and these physical manifestations be connected? Once he had dressed, en femme again, eaten some breakfast, he sat waiting impatiently for it to be time for employees at his wife's company to get into work. "Can I speak to Ben Tanner please?" He was met with the news that Ben wasn't in yet, could someone else help him? He decided to just leave a message for Ben to get back to him. In the meantime, Pauline had long since been released from custody, after being warned that she would be charged with at least one offence, and she was bailed. She had spent the last night in a hotel near her place of business, and was also trying to get hold of Ben. She felt that as she had gone this far, she might be able to stay with him for a few days, even enjoy a little of what he offered all the women, until she was allowed back to her home. She had no doubt that it would happen, it was only a case of when. At the house, Geraldine, was quite happy with life. He noticed that it took a little longer for his penis to get hard, but once there, he seemed to have no other side effects. What he didn't know was that by having just one dose of the new discovery, he had developed the first effects, and without the follow up doses, they were the only symptoms he would have. At chez Tanner a rather less than fully alert Ben was having difficulty thinking straight. He was vaguely aware that some changes had taken place with him, but couldn't work out what, if anything, was wrong. Having had a double dose, and that all at once, rather than delayed by two days, it was not only giving him rapidly developing breasts and bum, he really couldn't fathom what day of the week it was, or what he should be doing. When Pauline managed to get him on his cell phone, it had been switched off and he really only turned it back on as a sort of mechanical operation, she asked to come over to see him. "Why aren't you at work?" she asked as he let her in. He not only didn't know, he didn't seem to understand what she was saying. She thought that he must have a really bad hangover, but there was one thing that was guaranteed to bring any man back to life. She was pushing him into the bedroom and stripping his clothes off at the same time. She was just about to push him down onto his bed when she screamed. "What have you taken?" she wanted to know. Not only was he unable to tell her, she could now see that he was in a trance-like state, but it was his body that had shocked her. What she had previously thought, indeed had felt through his jacket and shirt, was firm muscle, now was wasted flesh and a quite curvy woman's body. "Have you been to my house?" She tried shaking him but the response was still not there. She used his cell phone to ring her husband, reasoning that he may not answer if he recognised her caller ID. He picked up expecting that it was Ben getting back to him. "Has Ben been to see you?" she asked with no preamble at all. "Pauline?... Yes, he came to see me, why do you ask?" "Did you give him something to drink?" "Yes, what has that got to do with anything?" he asked but had a pretty good idea what the answer was going to be. "Did you give him the banana drink?" "You are going to have to tell me what this is about before I answer any more of your questions." "There may have been something wrong with it." Was as far as she wanted to go. "We each drank two, and I must say, I'm delighted with the results." She hung up the phone frantically trying to think what to do. If her company found out about her taking the new development and worse, using it to dose someone, she would surely get the sack, might even end up in prison. There was only one thing she could do. She would ignore it and it would go away. At least, that was what she hoped. She went into work, explaining to the Managing Director himself, that she unfortunately had some domestic problems, but assured him that it wouldn't affect her work in the future. One of the research department's secretaries was sent to Ben's house to find out what had happened to him. The company didn't usually take such action, but when the drugs they developed were worth perhaps billions of dollars, they tended to be very cautious when one of the team went missing without explanation. In Ben's case, he had gone to lunch the day before and not come back. "You're in with a good chance there, girl," the secretary was told by her colleagues, they all knew Ben's reputation and most knew it as fact. In the event, the woman was so worried by Ben's demeanour that she called for an ambulance. She didn't actually notice the physical changes, but reported back to her friends, that the trip was a bit of a disappointment. Geraldine meanwhile was having the time of his life. He was now certain that he had been dosed with some sort of drug that filled out his body in just the places he'd always dreamed of. He didn't realise that much more of it would have resulted in his wife being able to make a slave of him. In the early afternoon he had visitors, Leslie and Jackie had seen that he was about and came round to ask how he was. He decided that, as they knew so much already, and had been so helpful, he would fill them in on this latest development. "You really think that Pauline drugged you with something?" Jackie asked, perhaps a little sceptical. Rather than reply directly, he undid the blouse he was wearing and pulled his bra up and over, and a healthy looking boob dropped out. "I can tell you, these weren't here on Monday, and I don't think I'm the only one." He recounted the story of Ben's visit, the drinks, and Pauline's subsequent phone call. "If you were meant to have more than one dose, what would more have done?" Leslie wondered. That thought hadn't occurred to Geraldine and it set him wondering. He had to assume that Pauline wasn't going to do him any favours and if that was the case, would more and different symptoms manifest themselves. "I wasn't going to, but I think I'm going to have to find out what symptoms Ben's had. It was obvious from the panicked way Pauline was acting that he's had some, but the problem is I don't suppose the company is going to give out any information." "I can handle that," offered Jackie, smiling, "what's their number?" She spoke to his department secretary, saying she was his aunt and that she was so worried about him. "Can you tell me where he is, the poor dear?" The woman was sympathetic, and said that it wasn't possible to give out that information, but, she added meaningfully, she might like to try the County Hospital. The three of them decided that it was too important to ignore, so Leslie drove them all in her car to the admissions centre. There it was confirmed that Ben had been admitted, but wouldn't release any further information. "Is it possible to speak to one of his doctors, do you think?" Geraldine asked. "I think they may be dealing with something they don't understand." After some delay they were met at the entrance to the Triage Ward. Geraldine explained what had happened in as concise a way as he could. "Do you know what the substance was that you drank?" the Doctor asked. "No but the research department at his company would know about it." He couldn't give them any more information, but the Doctor asked if he wanted to see Ben. If he didn't know that it was Ben, he wouldn't have recognised him. He had staring eyes, but even the bedding didn't disguise the very womanly curves he now had. He did everything anyone asked him, without hesitation, but had interest in neither anything around him nor taking part in any conversation. Half an hour later, they were just thinking about leaving, when several men walked in. Two were uniformed police, two introduced themselves as detectives, and the last was the head of Ben's department, who confirmed that three phials of a new drug were missing. From this they were able to work out what probably happened. With four bottles of drink and only three phials, it seemed most likely that Ben had consumed two, and Geraldine just one. That would account for the difference in their conditions. Geraldine had to give a blood sample for them to compare it to Ben's, and from that they hoped to work on some sort of antidote. After being asked, Geraldine refused to be admitted, but volunteered to telephone for an ambulance the moment any other symptoms appeared. "Do you have someone to stay with you tonight?" the Doctor wanted to know. When he started to answer in the negative, Leslie jumped in. "He's staying at my house tonight." Jackie just gave a knowing smile. A police car escorted them back to Geraldine's to collect the empty drink bottles from his recycling, then he offered to cook his neighbours another dinner. They didn't hesitate. He warned them that it would take him around fifty minutes, but they all had gin and tonics, and sat with him, in the kitchen as he worked his magic in a frilly pink apron. They started with a small devilled chicken liver salad, the main was duck breasts with a plum and chilli sauce, new potatoes and mange tout, and for the dessert, strawberries dipped in a mixture of chocolate and Tia Maria coffee liqueur, and served with clotted cream. As they sat round the dining room table, finishing the half bottle of Chateau d'Yquem that he'd opened with the strawberries, both women agreed that they should convert to a religion that allowed the two of them to marry him, just for his cooking. "Mind you," joked Leslie, "I do miss the maid service we had on Monday. Seriously though, I shouldn't joke, I don't supposed you will ever really get over it?" "Don't worry about that, the only things that I didn't like were the attitude and violence that Pauline suddenly showed. She knew before we were married, that I liked to dress up, she knew where I kept my things, and she always phoned if she was going to return at an unexpected time. For some reason, on Monday she didn't." "I'm sorry, I think I know the reason," Leslie spoke seriously. "She confided in me that she really fancied someone at her workplace. When I heard his name, I remembered it. Ben Tanner, he was the office Lothario, perhaps he was in on it as well. I guess that all she needed was an excuse to have an affair, that's why she didn't ring you." "Poetic justice if he was," remarked Jackie. They both helped him clean up, then when Jackie said goodnight, he threw a few things in an overnight bag and he walked next door with Leslie to her house. "I really am fine you know," he remarked, "I don't really need a baby sitter." "Baby sitting isn't what I had in mind," Leslie replied with a grin. "I think a nightcap is called for." She poured two large brandies from a cut glass decanter, and sat on the settee next to him. "I applauded you on Monday, did you really mean that you wouldn't be unfaithful to your wife?" "Absolutely. I know it's old fashioned but when I take a vow, I mean it. Did you know that my solicitor has served Pauline with divorce papers?" "Yes." She smiled again. "I have a confession to make. I wouldn't have put you in the way of temptation, if I hadn't known that your marriage was over." Leslie leaned towards him and kissed his lips very gently. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Geraldine asked. "I'm not much of a man now." He indicated his breasts. "Aren't you making an assumption?" she replied. "You're assuming that a hairy chested man turns me on. I tried with my husband, I really made an effort to want a macho man, I wouldn't even admit to myself that my naturally bi-sexual tendencies were rather more towards the lesbian side. In my wildest dreams did I think that I'd find a lesbian lover with a blood temperature dildo." She leaned forward and took the back of his head in her hand, pulling his lips into hers. He found it an immensely erotic experience, being treated as the submissive woman in the kiss, being manipulated to the angle his partner wanted him. Their drinks forgotten, they started to fondle each others breasts, undoing buttons and zips. "Come with me." Leslie took his hand and led him up the stairs. They finished undressing each other by the side of the bed, then she pushed him backwards and straddled him, stroking and nibbling his breasts. It wasn't until afterwards that he suddenly thought that it might not have been possible for him to have an erection. There was no such problem, in fact the reverse was slightly true. He lasted longer than he had ever before, and Leslie had four climaxes before they each exploded in the peak of sensual pleasure. The next morning, he woke early and slipped out of the bed without waking Leslie. He threw some clothes on, then went to his house to change into something special, and get the wherewithal for breakfast. As a special occasion, he used some truffles he had in a jar, and made truffle omelettes. He opened a bottle of Champagne, mixed it with some orange juice and took it upstairs. He knocked on the door. "Your breakfast, Madam." She opened her eyes, to see a French maid, a vision of pink and white lace and long, long legs. "Oh God!" she exclaimed after the first mouthful of omelette. "I've just had another climax!" They both laughed so much that he had to take the tray from the bed for a moment, to prevent her knocking it on the floor. Eventually she had recovered enough to take the tray back, to allow him to fetch his own breakfast. After they had both finished they had sex again. The unanimous opinion was that, for both of them, it was the best they'd ever experienced. Later in the day, Geraldine's solicitor called him, asking where he was, as he'd tried his landline several times and there'd been no reply. He explained the story of their trip to the hospital and the possibility he had been drugged. "That explains one thing," the lawyer said, "I've heard that Pauline has been rearrested, but everyone seems to be keeping the nature of the charge under wraps. I suppose that her employers don't want the adverse publicity, although in the long run I don't see that they can avoid it." "What did you actually call for?" "Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to go for some form of alimony, assuming that your money earning capacity is reduced by your new appearance. But I think you've already answered. If your soon to be ex has been lifting secret drug samples to use in her spare time, I can't imagine they'll keep her on, and even if she avoids prison time, no one else is going to want to touch her as far as employment is concerned. We'll go after cash and assets instead. I'll call you when I have anything, bye." Geraldine found it difficult to keep up with his lawyer, sometimes. The judicial procedures moved forward in their own slow way over the next days and weeks, far too slow for the new lovers. Eventually, all was settled. In the divorce settlement, in view of the damages suffered by Geraldine, he got his own property and business wholly, the house and half of their savings. Pauline had to pay all the legal costs out of her half savings, she lost her job, and was given a total of a four year sentence. Geraldine and Leslie got married that winter. He wore the dress, a lovely confection of silk and lace, Jackie was his maid of honour, Leslie wore the tuxedo and her brother was her best man. Ben wasn't prosecuted, in view of his mental state, which improved only slightly, it wasn't deemed to be 'in the public interest'. One of the women in his former company did agree to go on a date with him, but reported back to the others that he was definitely a disappointment.