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GOOD INTENTIONS David Phillips married April when they were only just eighteen years old, they would have married earlier, but both sets of parents felt they should wait a few years before committing themselves for life. As always, the young always know better than their parents, so as soon as they reached the age where they didn't need their parent's permission to get hitched, that was exactly what they did. Both their Mothers accepted their dicision, albeit reluctantly, the Fathers fought a bit longer, but attended the wedding and gave their blessings. All the older generation agreed that it wouldn't last. The same applied to April's boss, a plastic surgeon by the name of Miles Peterson, although only eight years older than her, was a family friend, especially of her Father. No one was party to the knowledge, but Miles had always rather thought that April would perhaps be his bride one day. Her marriage, which on the face of it, he wished her every happiness with, actually left him seething that his chance had gone forever. He valued her as an intelligent, dedicated student nurse, but would have valued her more as his wife. There was one dark cloud on the horizon though. David had a secret 'hobby'. Ever since he was a small child he had been fascinated by the feel of women's clothes. Once he became sexually aware, he stole his older sister's undies and a dress or two, the ones he hoped she wouldn't miss, he wore them when no one was around, finding them strangely calming. He occasionally masturbated wearing them, but once he was in a steady, and intimate relationship with April, he found he had a much diminished desire for them. He hoped that it had been an adolescent phase that was by then over. For that reason he found no obligation to mention it to his intended. Six years on he realised that this was not the case. He worked from home as an IT trouble shooter, but kept a sperate desktop computer in his home office, just for his cyber adventures and story reading and writing on transvestite websites. He had a small collection of clothes that he purchased, not wanting to risk using any of his wife's, in case she noticed. He longed to tell her of his 'hobby', but occasionally she would come home with stories from work that she found either amusing or downright distasteful. "We had a guy come in today, you'll never guess what he'd done to himself?" She told him one evening. "He only put a light bulb up his behind, and it had broken. Miles had to spend time repairing the stupid pervert's behind. Can you imagine why people, well men, do such weird things? God knows why their wives put up with them, I can't imagine doing it." After that and several other stories like it, he couldn't imagine being able to mention in passing one night: 'Oh, by the way, I like to wear bras, panties and dresses'. In the six years of marriage, he had so often wanted to discuss it with her, but was sure it would end in her divorcing him. She was the love of his life, he couldn't imagine existing without her. Then he had to go away to take a seminar for his employers, teaching some of their clients what to look out for, and overcome many of the scams and viruses they would probably meet. It was a service they offered every now and again to cut down the calls on them for simple problems that they could easily avoid. What he didn't know, was that April had deicided to learn a bit more about IT herself, and had asked one of her collegues to show her, using the spare (she thought) computer they had at home. It was meant as a surprise for David when he got back. She would finally understand a little of what his job entailed. From the moment her friend opened the machine, she realised that something was awfully wrong. Once she knew how to access his files and his browser history, she asked to be left alone. David was due to be away for ten days longer. April asked for a week off. There was so much of David's life she didn't understand Although her friend had been sworn to secrecy, they did mention that April had a problem, to Dr Miles Peterson and that it was something to do with what she had found on his computer. Miles called round the next evening to offer any help she might want. Reluctant though she was, she just didn't know what to make of her findings, eventually telling Miles about it. She explained about the stories of forced feminisation, of men being given hormones secretly by their wives and others, and how they were sometimes forced to service their wives' boyfriends. What she didn't explain, because she didn't realise, was that for a casual cross dresser, these were fantasies. David was strictly hetrosexual, and while he might read such stories, he would no more want them to happen in real life than he would sprout wings and fly. Miles was rather more worldly wise than his now qualified nurse, but didn't enlighten her on the fantasy aspects of men's day dreams. His response was perhaps rather more self serving than she appreciated "Do you really love your husband, April?" he asked. "You know I do, I would die for him." She meant it as well. "Then how do you feel about giving him what he wants?" He looked into her eyes. "I know a woman who provides a service for men like David. In only two weeks he can have his wildest dreams come true. Of course, there are side effects that you must be aware of. Part of her treatment involves large doses of hormones and testosterone blockers, that's how I know her, I do her prescriptions, but her base isn't near here, she has a hideaway that she takes the men to. From your point of view, you will have a maid to serve you, but he won't be able to give you conventional sex. Do you think you could live with that?" April took three days to reach a decision. She eventually decided she would help David to the life he so craved, maybe at the expense of the sex she enjoyed with him, but she felt that her sacrifice was the greatest demonstration of her selfless love for him. Blissfully unaware of his impending fate, David arrived home from the seminar on a high, tired, but he only had to work one day for a debrief in his office, then he was taking a fortnight's holiday. The next day he had to see his boss and was given a promotion with a substantial raise. While he was away, one Managing Director he helped closely ran a subsidiary of a multinational, and his actions had resulted in the whole conglomerate becoming their clients. For that, as well as the promotion, he was given a large bonus. He was full of it, so he decided on a romantic gesture, bought two cards, wrote on them, then put them in an envelope to give April when they went out to celebrate.. He decided to get the bad news off his chest at the same time, hoping that the good news would be the thing they could concentrate on. Being in a restaurant would hopefully reduce any extreme reaction from her to the bad part of the news. So he took the opportunity for them to have a celebration that night, he would take April out to the best restaurant in town and to make it special, he even got himself a new suit to wear. He made the booking on his way home and was lucky to get a cancellation. When he got home, he saw there was a strange couple in his sitting room with April. "Darling," She told him "I know your little secret, and it's OK. I love you so much, I'm going to make your dreams come true." He looked at her, stunned. As he was trying to work out what April meant about dreams, the woman came over to him and stabbed him in the neck with a hypodermic. Both her and the man helped him remain standing. "He's been sedated and paralysed, but although he can't speak, he can hear what you've got to tell him," the newcomer told his wife. "My love," she said to him with a tear in her eye, "I found out what your secret desires are on your computer while you were away. I thought long and hard about what to do, and decided that there was only one thing that would make you happy. This lady is going to take you away and fulfil your greatest wishes, so by the time we are back together again, you can live the life you've always dreamed about. I love you so much it hurts, so I can't possibly see you not having everything you want. I've been given a small raise at work, Miles has been so understanding and he's arranged all this, so we don't need you to go back to work, we can just about manage without your money. You can live here and be my wife, the way you've fantasised. 'Bye, my love, I'll see you again soon." She gave him a kiss on his lips, and watched as the couple guided and semi-carried her husband out to their vehicle, on the way an envelope dropped out of his pocket. He was struggling frantically against the medication to stop her doing this. In desperation, he kept staring at the envelope on the floor and willing her to open it. She was too preoccupied, and didn't think of it until the car turned the corner and was away. Sobbing, she picked up and slit open the letter from him. Imagine her surprise when she opened his notes to find two cards inside. One said 'Congratulations it's a Boy', the other the same but for a girl. The one for a girl, had a note from him. "Darling, I have a confession to make to you right here in this restaurant. I have to tell you this way because I've tried to bring up the subject many times and failed, this way it is certain to get the deed done. When I was a very young child, I used to dress in my sister's clothes. I thought I was completely over it, but I still get the urge every now and again. You needn't think that you have to do anything, I don't want to be seen doing it, I have my fantasises but never, I repeat never ever want to carry them out. I regret that I may keep doing what I've done in the past, but I've hated keeping a secret like this from you, so now I've told you. Please accept that my love for you has never been stronger, and now I have got that off my chest, I hope your love for me has not changed. I decided to tell you now, because I have other news that I trust that will prove to you that my love is strong and that hidden part of me changes nothing. It only shows that I have to be honest and open with you all the time. Now for the real news (I desperately hope you will see it the same way). I've been given a huge promotion at work, they have made me a Director of the company with all the perks that go with it. My salary will be more than double I had before, and on top of that I've been given a massive commission bonus for the account I landed while I was away. As I will be earning much more than the two of us do now, so you can give up work, at least unless you decide if you want to go back, at your own choice in the future, but now we can start the family we've both wanted for so long, boy or girl I don't care, but you know how we have both always wanted this more than anything else. I don't think that I've been happier in my life other than the day we married. Now everything is falling into place. I'm married to the most wonderful woman in the world, and soon we will be a complete family. I've given you the news this way, in writing, so that the full importance of both my stories can sink in. We are about to embark on the most wonderful part of our lives, together and loving each other more than everything. I hope and trust that you can see it the same way. All my love, forever, Your David P.S. Although we will have to move eventually, for the time being we can use the spare bedroom as a nursery, I've arranged for a decorator to come in to do the work. She looked at the card, with a wide eyed expression. All she could think of was that she needed to get to Miles to find out where they had taken David to get him back before it was too late. She only got voicemail on his phone, so she dashed to the clinic. The decorator that Miles had arranged that day was already converting their spare room into the maid's quarters, in fact had almost finished. "I don't see a problem, April," Miles told her when she had a chance to talk to him "he will still be the happiest of husbands, just in a different way. Anyway, I have no idea where they've taken him, so it's all too late now. If you still want children, I could give you them and David could wet nurse them, he'd be over the moon about that." She left the surgery straight away in tears, she had the woman's cell phone number, but there was no reply each time she called. She couldn't even imagine having sex with Miles, the self centred braggart, she'd told him that to his face, and that sex with him wasn't in her plan at all, wasn't even a possibility. She explained that she loved David and now she was turning him into a eunuch. She meant to ask Miles how long it would take before the medications she had given her husband would make the effects irreversible, but she had been so upset at his suggestion that she'd forgotten. She was pretty certain that it was too late already. At half past eight that evening she received a phone call. She grabbed the phone, expecting it to be news of David. It was what she recognised as the best restaurant in the town, asking if David intended to arrive for the dinner for two that he had booked. She couldn't answer, just burst into tears and hung up the phone. It was ten days before the woman friend of Miles rang her back. In the meantime April had filled the message space on her telephone with so many calls to get David back. "I'm used to wives having second thoughts, April, that's why I haven't called back until now that it's too late." "It's not me having second thoughts you bitch." April had hardly slept and was at the end of her tether "it's David, it's not what he wanted and he's just been made a Director at work and he wants to start a family." "Oh, I see." The woman could sense problems ahead, so declined to give her name or any other information about her "I'm afraid you're going to have to make other arrangements. Still, look on the bright side, you will have an absolutely obedient maid who will look after you like you can't imagine. I'll drop her back this afternoon, oh, and by the way, her name is Babette now." About ten minutes after that call, she heard a car horn sound outside, then the car roared off down the road. She went to the door to find a parody of a French maid standing there holding a large suitcase and a box which was thrust into her hand. She hardly recognised her husband. "Oh thank God you're OK!" she exclaimed and went to hug him. In horror he stepped back. "Sorry Mistress, have I done something wrong?" he replied with a whispering, breathy voice and with a deep curtsey. "No of course not David, I have been worried sick about you." The maid was clearly confused and asked who David was. When she told him it was himself, he was even more confused. "I'm terribly sorry Mistress, but I am Babette, can I serve you in any way?" "No, you're my husband David, don't you remember?" She looked into his eyes but could see not sign of recognition in them, in fact there seemed to be no life behind them, the way they stared at her. "I'm so sorry Mistress, I am not very bright, I am only a simple girl, I am just your maid and I am here to serve you, do you wish me to pretend to be someone? Do you wish me to do any cleaning or can I prepare your meal? Perhaps you wish me to relax you? I'm told that I'm quite good at doing that with my tongue and hands, I came out very highly in my final examinations." April realised that David wasn't speaking normally, he was more like an automaton, with a monotone and showing no emotion whatsoever. The only pleasure he seemed to take was when he remembered to ask all the different questions. It was difficult to describe the hopelessness that April felt. "Come inside David." She turned to go into the house, then saw that he was still standing there in his stupid miniscule lilac coloured costume looking puzzled. "Come along Babette." The person who was David, was wearing, among other things, heels that must have been six inches high, but he seemed to have no trouble walking in them. He smiled and followed her but only after he had curtseyed to her again. April found her way into their sitting room, deciding that the first thing she needed to know was how much damage had been done to her husband. She first studied him as he stood in front of her, apparently waiting for instructions. She noticed that he was wearing a choker round his neck, seemingly made of leather and, except for the front where it was fastened by a small padlock, it was very thick and looked heavy. "Take off your dress Babette," she told him, he seemed to be relieved to get an instruction he understood. He stripped off to reveal a corset tightly laced to give him what could not have been more than a twenty two inch waist and a g-string that seemed to hide nothing behind it. "Now your corset and panties please," she told him, and again he responded without the slightest hesitation, only delayed by the corset laces. He allowed his stockings to drop without the support of the corset suspenders. What April then saw caused her to burst into tears again. He had ample real breasts, either 'C' or 'D' cup, not the breast forms she hoped for, and worse. His penis was only the size of her finger and there was no sign of his testicles at all. "Can I help you Mistress?" he asked. "I can relax you if you want." "What do you mean by relaxing me?" she asked him through the sobs. Babette knelt down in front of her, reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties before she had a chance to react. He prised her knees apart and pushed his face into her crotch, extending his tongue into her, with a quick sweep but finishing by doing a circuit of her clitoris. His right hand followed the line of her thighs, his thumb entering her but his middle finger extending to stroke her anus. Against every instinct April found her body responding, easing her behind forward on the chair, giving Babette better access to her erogenous zones. She wanted to stop him, it wasn't right, but the strangeness of the attention, together with her lack of sex, made her responsive. David had been away for ten days for his work, was too tired the night he got home, then had again been kidnapped for another ten days. They had always had a good sex life, and her abstinence gave her a lack of control. Very quickly she climaxed and started to push Babette away. "Don't I please you Mistress?" the worried maid asked, with fear in her voice. "It was marvellous, Babette," April sought to quickly reassure her, "what can I do to you to please you in the same way?" "Oh, Mistress, I can't receive pleasure from you, it isn't my place, please may I relax you again?" He didn't wait for an answer but buried his head under her skirt once more and attacked her clitoris with renewed energy. In only a few minutes she had climaxed twice more before she called a halt. Her feeling of guilt had finally overtaken her carnal desire. April sent him up to put his case in the bedroom and to dress himself again, in the meantime she telephoned Miles. "Miles, you've got to help me." She tried to not make it sound like a desperate plea but was not very effective. "David's back but he's had terrible things done to him, you must help me try to reverse them." "Is there anything done that you didn't ask for?" She could almost see his sickly smile. "Yes, he's a zombie and physically ruined. What has been done is evil and nothing like the pleasure that you told me you were going to give him." She deliberately drew her boss into the scheme personally, as she knew that if she was going to end up in trouble over this, which she didn't care about, he was going down with her as well. "I'll drop by, April, about fifteen minutes." With that he hung up. At that moment she remembered the box that Babette had given her, she had just opened it to find what she assumed was a remote control, with a button and a dial marked one to ten. She picked up the remote just as Babette walked back into the room. He saw what she was holding and screamed and started shaking. "No! Please Mistress, please no!" He dropped to his knees, crying and pleading. "I thought I was doing the right thing, please mistress don't punish me again, I'll do anything, please test me, I'll do it." April quickly replaced the remote in the box. "I'm so sorry, David, I mean Babette, I don't even know what the thing in the box was for, and I've no intention of hurting you. Please, come here." She held out both hands to her shivering and clearly terrified husband. Slowly and very warily, he got up and gingerly took her hands in his. "I don't understand, Mistress, everyone hurts me." "What does the button on that thing do my darling Babette? Don't worry, I've no intention of using it." "It gives me shocks through this necklace Mistress." He was still shaking. "Can't you take it off, my darling? Who has the key?" "My previous owner still has it, I think." He paused, then asked: "Excuse me Mistress, may I ask you a question?" "Of course you can, anything." "Why do you call me 'my darling', and who is David?" "My darling, you were David just a few days ago, don't you remember? You are my husband and you have had something terrible done to you." At that moment Miles knocked on the door and was shown in by April. Babette was looking lost, knowing that it was the maid's duty to show in any visitors, however, the moment he saw Miles he turned white and started shaking again. April noticed. "I don't really understand your problem, April," he told her. "David wanted to be a maid, and you wanted to make him happy. You watch him smile when I kiss you." Miles transparently aimed the last comment at Babette, who got the message and immediately started a false looking smile. Miles walked the protesting April backwards, until she fell into the couch, where he started to kiss her and run his hands over her body, she was trying to stop him but he was too strong. Then something happened that neither of them expected. Babette heard the woman who had been so kind to him telling the man, who she recognised and was afraid of, to stop molesting her. Something stirred in his brain, telling him that this wasn't right, so in spite of his fear, he stepped over and dragged the man off his Mistress. April just sat and stared at her husband as he defended her, then watched in horror as Miles pulled a remote out of his pocket, pressed the button and laughed as Babette screamed, staggered backwards, hit her head on the wall and collapsed on the floor unconscious. "You bastard!" April shouted at him. "You did this to my husband, that woman only helped you. Get out of our house before I call the police!" He started to leave, then she had second thoughts. "Come back here." Babette was starting to stir. "First give me that remote control." Babette was looking frightened again, but relaxed a little when April grabbed the device and stamped on it, breaking it into several pieces including a battery that went skidding across the floor. "Wait here a minute." As she left the room she spoke to her maid, climbing to his feet. "Watch him Babette, if he tries to leave, shout for me." She went into their home office, and e-mailed herself and David at work that she was with Dr Miles Peterson and a brief description of what was going on. She saved a copy on a memory stick and put that under the computer, then she returned to instruct Miles. "I've sent e-mails to various places implicating you in this whole sordid business, they won't be read unless we don't turn up at work on Monday. Now you have four days to get David back or the whole thing will be in the hands of the police and this time we are all going together to where you carry out these evil acts. Let's get going." Reluctantly, but knowing his future depended on her cooperation, Miles drove some way out of town, followed by April and her husband in her car, to a large house in the country, set in its own grounds. They were greeted at the door by the same woman and man that arranged transport for David before, they were introduced as Veronica (Ronnie) and Peter. It was quite obvious from both their surprised acceptance and the way he ordered them about, that April's assumption that Miles ran the operation, was correct. Babette was badly frightened, returning to the house and people where he had been so badly treated, but April held his hand and constantly reassured him that she would make sure that nothing nasty would happen to him this time. To prove the point, Peter unlocked his shock collar, and she was distressed to see vivid red marks each side of Babette's neck. Immediately they had him settle in a bedroom where he was to sleep, but was actually a sound studio, where they were all set to play hypnotic recordings that would lift the block on his memory and bring him, as far as possible, back to his natural mental state. They were both told though that he wouldn't be able to remember much about either stay with them. April agreed that although they did it for their own protection, it would also be the kindest way to proceed. While they settled over coffees, Miles explained that they were in fact prepared for things to go wrong and his treatment was not quite as radical as his wife may have been led to believe. His physical alterations had been oestrogen hormone and testosterone blockers, they hadn't been given for long enough for the effects of them to be permanent. It might take a month to six weeks, but he would be returned as good as ever. His penis size had been reduced by the hormone treatment to a certain extent, but also by clamping off some blood supply preventing erections, but they could be removed, and his balls were actually intact, they had just been tucked into his body. By this stage Miles was no longer the boastful idiot, full of himself, but instead an apologetic, rather quiet man, seeking April's forgiveness and release from the threat of the police. After some thought, she asked that the breast implants David had been given weren't removed completely, but rather changed to something between an 'A' and 'B' cup, possible to hide when in male mode, but still a real little pair for when he wanted to dress. Once David was in a deep hypnotic sleep, Miles fitted up an IV feed, to keep him sedated for the corrective surgery the next day, and to provide the start of the testosterone treatment. Both him and April left the others to it and went home for some sleep before they he went to work, with April assisting David and Ronnie as second surgery nurse in the morning. While they worked, Miles explained that they did their treatments normally on men who were willing participants, and signed permission forms, so the shock collar was for show as much as anything. He spoke frankly to April, telling her that while he thought that David would be happy, his reason was more tied up with wanting to date her. He apologised although, she pointed out, it was David he needed to apologise to. The surgery was finished by lunchtime, but David was left at the house until the following morning, after another night of hypnotic suggestion, then, still very groggy, His wife took him home so that he would wake up in a familiar setting. It was Thursday morning when a very confused David woke up to find his wife peering down at him. His first thought was that she looked terribly ill. "April, you look so tired, are you ill?" His voice was a bit croaky, but otherwise she was swept by a wave of relief that he sounded so normal. "Oh my Darling, I've been so worried about you." Tears were streaming down her face. "I have to tell you that I did something terrible." He started to stir but she put a restraining hand across the duvet over his chest, and started by finding out that he remembered everything up to the time of coming home from work to start his holiday. He told her that he remembered writing the letter to her, but couldn't remember giving it to her. She explained how she had found his web history and thought that, even though it would mean her remaining celibate, she loved him so much that she wanted him to fulfil his dreams but that it had all gone horribly wrong. She explained how she had threatened to report Miles and his friends to the police and forced them to reverse the process and that she was terribly, terribly sorry. He removed her hand from the bed, sat up and looked at her. "Can I relax you Mistress?" She looked at him in horror as he spoke in almost the same flat, monotone voice. Then he laughed. She was baffled. "Once I arrived at their makeshift clinic I heard them explaining the procedures they were going to carry out, and they were even discussing something new they were going to try and that it wouldn't effect their ability to reverse all the procedures if they were in dire trouble. They used hypnosis on me, and while it was rather disturbing, no one can be forced to do something under hypnosis that they wouldn't normally do, at least without a lot more effort than they put in. So I decided to play along with them and I must admit that I am very, very sorry that I put you through all that after they got me home, but I thought that you realised what they were going to do." "You were play acting all the time?" She was incredulous. "I'm sorry, but I had to know everything about what had happened and people's reasons, I especially was worried about how far Miles would go to get you into bed. I'm sorry, but don't forget that I needed the operations reversed as well." April wanted to be mad at him for all the heartache he had put her through, but realised that most of it had been her own fault. Crying, she threw her arms round him. "I'm so very glad to have you back, but how could you ever have doubted me?" "Once I'd been operated on, I had no choice but to act the part, they may well have done something more serious to me, and I still wanted to see what Miles would do." He started crying himself now. "Are you sure you don't mind about me dressing up in future?" It was a question he knew he really didn't need to ask.