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THE BREADWINNER Geoff and Lucy Baines were the embodiment of the expression; 'opposites attract', married at only nineteen she was a tall woman, he short. While she had all the confidence of 'old' money, he had the reticence of a man who had entered a world that was unfamiliar to him. He had lost his father when very young and his mother very close to his eighteenth birthday. Lucy, after three years of proving her worth to her father, had taken over the family business, largely in the form of real estate, and he and her mother had retired to their villa in the Bahamas. Lucy and Geoff moved into her grand family home. The following year Geoff lost his job, his company closed as they opened a manufacturing plant in the far east. "I'm sure it wouldn't be that difficult for you to have a word among your friends, to see if they might have a vacancy that would suit me," he complained. He'd been jobless for three months, nearly, and he was bored. He'd taken up looking after the house, cooking cleaning, etc., but he was of the school that said it was the man's job to be at least 'a' breadwinner, if not 'the' breadwinner. "You know what my father always said about buying from, selling to or recommending a friend. If something goes wrong on either side, you are to blame, so the answer is, especially as we don't need the money, no." She added. "We really are going on quite nicely at the moment, I don't have any worries about keeping up the house and meals, I bring home the money and you look after us both. You know that you're not suited to the cut and thrust of the commercial world and you're becoming a really good cook. I especially love you when you're wearing that darling little pinafore in the kitchen, you are starting to become my prefect little housewife." "But I'm your husband not your wife darling." He was starting to sound pleading. "Oh my love, what's in a name? You must admit that you're doing all the jobs expected of a housewife, but of course you are my husband, silly." "But it's a husband's job to support his family Lucy." "Alright, say for the sake of argument it is. Do you think that the domestic in a marriage is demeaned by not being the breadwinner?" "No, of course not, that's not what I'm saying." "Yes you are Geoffrey." He knew she was getting impatient because she started to use his full name. "If you're not, prove it to me." "There is nothing demeaning about doing housework Lucy. You should know I don't believe that. It's just that I should have something that stretches my talents more, I'm being underused in the house all the time." "Go on then, prove it to me." He noticed that she had a smile on her lips. "How can I possibly do that?" He asked, worried that she already had an idea. "You've been out of work for three months now." She appeared to be thinking. "If it's not demeaning, spend the next three months as a domestic in this home. Even with the normal discipline of the workplace I don't consider a person doing housework anything other than an important member of a team. I admit that it is usually a woman who does the work such as this, but everyone should have pride in their appearance, what they do and how they do it. Are you willing to take time off as my husband to show me how well you can fulfil those criteria?" "All I'm saying is that I'm as good as anyone doing the housework, it's just that my place should be at work." "You don't think that the smooth running of the home is work? I would bet that you would realise how important even the lowest domestic staff are to the home. But then I don't suppose that you would ever take up the challenge to find out." Of course he realised that somehow he was being pushed into a corner so that he would no longer keep on about being the breadwinner but he couldn't stop himself. "OK then, I'll take the job as a domestic and prove to you that having a proper job is much more demanding, from the moment you put on a suit in the morning to getting home at night there is pressure on a person with a job. Someone only working in the house doesn't have to do all the same stressful things." "You promise that you'll do all the things a proper domestic should do?" "Of course." "Very well, tomorrow's Monday, I know the woman who owns the domestic service company in town. I'll have her come over as soon as she can and train you for a week. You've promised that you'll do whatever she tells you without question? After all she more than anyone should know how domestic staff should be trained and present themselves." "You'll see Lucy, for the next three months I'll be the perfect housekeeper and I won't even break into a sweat." His confidence was not well placed. As his wife had arranged before she left for her office, he opened the door at eleven o'clock, admitting a slim, attractive woman of Asian heritage, carrying two large parcels under each arm and followed by three young women. "Take these up to your smallest spare bedroom, I'm told it is at the back of the house." She gave the order without a 'hello' or introduction and followed him up the stairs. "Get on with your instructions girls," she called over her shoulder as the women also followed them but turned off when they arrived at the master bedroom. She followed him into the room as he dumped the packages on the bed, examining the single room with small bed, a closet, vanity with mirror, and a tiny en-suite with a shower and toilet. "Take off all your clothes and let me see what I have to work with." Still no introduction as she watched him stripping to his underpants. "I said 'all your clothes', hurry up, I haven't got all day." There was no way his normal inhibitions would have allowed him to comply, but something about this woman made it impossible for him to argue. She opened the first parcel which he could see contained bottles, pads and brushes. She removed a spray can pushed him in front of her to the shower and sprayed something all over his body, up to and including his beard area. All the while he could hear the women going backwards and forwards on the stairs. "Stand still there." He so far hadn't spoken a word to this stranger in his home. "I'll leave you cans of this spray which you must use on your beard area every morning and other parts of your body when re-growth appears." After ten minutes she told him to turn on the shower and he watched in shock as his body hair fell from him and headed for the drain. "What's this?" he asked. "Don't you think you should tell me what's going on?" "Ms Baines gave me to understand that you had arranged with her that you be schooled for a week in the art of the professional housekeeper. Is that true?" "Well, yes," he conceded, "but why does that involve me being hairless?" "Don't you understand that the first step to a perfect house is the immaculate presentation of any staff." He was drying himself off and walked back into the room. He was shocked when she handed him a pair of pink silk and lace panties to put on. "I'm not wearing those," he complained. He baulked at the idea but at that moment one of the other women opened the door to tell their boss that they had finished. "Take these as well," the woman in charge told her, handing over the clothes he had just taken off. "What else are you going to wear?" she turned and asked him. "I'll just wear my normal clothes." He was quite matter of fact but was also determined to put his foot down. "Those are your normal clothes now, my ladies have removed all your old ones to save any temptation you might have." He ran out of the room to the master bedroom to find his closet and drawers empty, even the dirty clothes hamper only contained Lucy's things. Accepting, at least for the moment, the inevitable, he pulled the panties up his body, ashamed to note that she was looking with amusement that he had got hard at the touch of the silky garment. It was exacerbated by the feel of nude pantyhose drawn up his hairless legs. "It seems that you aren't entirely unhappy with your new clothes Gigi." It took him a moment to realise what she had called him and he asked what she meant by it. "I suggested to Ms Baines that she could hardly have a lovely housekeeper by the name of Geoffrey and she agreed. She also pointed out that as this was for only three months, you may wish not to be confused with such a person after all this is over. So as your given names are Geoffrey George, she thought that Gigi would be appropriate." He didn't like it, but could see that it would mean a separate identity for the duration and he didn't think that was such a bad idea. Unfortunately, while he was pondering that, the woman pressed two objects onto his bare chest and held them there. It didn't take long to see that they were silicon breast forms of what looked to him to be of huge proportions. When he queried the size she pointed out that they were a 'D' cup size and quite in proportion to his figure. He was taken by surprise at their weight which she assured him was the same as natural ones, he was not unhappy when some of that was taken on his shoulders by a bra she fitted on him. His costume was completed by a very ordinary pink gingham nylon house dress, buttoned up the front and a pair of pink pumps with two inch block heels, neither of which were uncomfortable. She also gave him a tube of pink lipstick to use during the day and a second of red to put on in the evenings, then she sat him down and proceeded to pluck his eyebrows almost out of existence. "By the end of the week you will be fitted with a much more formal uniform for evenings. I have suggested, and Ms Baines agreed, that the comfort of that uniform will be dependant on how you do in your training. Every time you make a mistake that I think you shouldn't have, there will be a penalty that you will have to live with for the time you are in service. For example, for each error I will arrange it that your skirt hemline is raised an inch. It will start at six inches above your knee, but if you are uncooperative you could find that you walk round with your backside on display. Similarly, your evening service shoes will start with a three inch heel, but they could go up to six inch which I can assure you will make your legs ache by the end of the evening. Lastly, but not least, for your evening uniform you will need to wear a corset. How tight the waist is on that also depends on how you act. Don't get me wrong, I don't expect perfection right through the week, but silly or repetitive mistakes will be shown by the brevity of the uniform you wear for your Mistress on Friday evening." She paused for a while to let this information sink in. "Your method of addressing your superiors is as follows. I am Madam Hue, all women who you meet are 'Madam' and men 'Sir', if you refer to anyone you call them Mr or Ms and their surnames and that most importantly includes Ms Baines, you never use their given names unless brothers, for example, should call together when you refer to them, say 'Mr Brian Smith' or 'Mr James Smith'. You never ever speak without permission. If you are waiting on tables you stand with your feet together and hands loosely clasped in front of your apron, watching for when you may be required. You curtsey when entering and leaving a room and when you acknowledge or carry out instructions. You knock and wait for permission before entering a room. If you wish to ask for clarification of an instruction, which should be the only reason to speak unless answering a question you've been asked, you should stand silently with your hands behind you, face down. I repeat, speaking without permission is a grave misdemeanour. I was given to understand that you think being a domestic is easy, not worthy of your talents even. I sincerely hope you find that you aren't mistaken." They spent some time then unpacking his new clothes and putting them away in what was going to be his bedroom for the next three months. By then it was time for lunch. Although she ate in the kitchen, Madam Hue insisted that he serve her as if it was a formal meal and ate his after she had finished. He made a simple meal of some cold cuts and salad, his instructor being impressed by his walnut dressing, one of his favourites but something she hadn't tasted before. He had already dealt with the master bedroom and en-suite while he was waiting for her earlier, so she had him vacuum and dust the living and dining rooms, then clean the kitchen before starting on the evening meal. Throughout he found the weight of his new breasts and the silky clothes a considerable distraction, and while not exactly tenting his dress, but not far short, it was a problem which Madam Hue told him she would help with the next day. Prior to his wife's the arrival home, he had to change his dress and shoes for black ones, he was also told to change his pantyhose for stockings and suspender belt. He was thus ready to carry out evening service which for the training week included Madam Hue staying to eat with Lucy. That way she was able to point out what he had to do and whenever he was out of earshot, would coach Lucy on how to treat him. From the moment she got home, Lucy was amazed at the fast transformation of her husband. Even though very little difference had been made to him physically, his whole demeanour, never assertive, was now positively servile. She was especially fascinated by the amount he curtseyed to her, something she found strangely erotic. After she'd eaten, Madam Hue left, telling him that she'd be back at ten the next morning. Lucy had him come up to her bedroom with her, to turn back her bed and help her undress. He started to become rather amorous, stroking her body as he took off her clothes, but she stopped him. "Not tonight, Gigi," she told him. "I'll probably want you in my bed for a while tomorrow night, in the meantime I think it best if you get used to the new arrangement of sleeping quarters. You can bring me my breakfast in bed from now on, eight in the morning during the week and eight thirty at weekends." He curtseyed, finished cleaning the kitchen and ensured the house was locked up before he retired himself, rather frustrated but at the same time proud of how he'd managed his first day. He was asleep in minutes. It seemed like no time at all when his alarm went off. He did his business in the bathroom but when he went to shave noticed that he didn't need to. His cheeks, and neck were still as smooth as a baby's bottom, something he put down to the chemical she sprayed on him the day before. Then he remembered his instructions and sprayed the area instead, washing it off after a few minutes in the shower. He noticed how much more sensitive his skin was to the jets of water, obviously due to the spray and lack of hair, it was rather pleasant. He dressed in the same type of clothes as he wore during the day before but this time a green dress with matching coloured pumps. He realised that by the end of the day he hadn't noticed the heel height compared to his flat men's shoes. He put on the pink lipstick and descended to the kitchen where he prepared his wife's breakfast on a tray. At exactly eight o'clock he tapped on Lucy's bedroom door and waited for her to speak. "Come in," she called, after a little delay, in truth she'd forgotten about the new arrangement for a moment after she woke. She greeted him with a big smile on her face. "Gigi this is wonderful, I could get used to this." "Don't forget that it's only for three months." He replied automatically and without thinking. He decided to try to rectify it by standing with his hands behind him as soon as she had taken the tray. After two or three minutes she asked what he wanted. "I'm sorry for my outburst Madam, it's not easy to break ingrained habits, but may I ask a question?" "Go ahead, but I won't guarantee I'll answer it." She smiled. "Madam, when I agreed to this I didn't realise how far you intended to go with it, I certainly didn't expect to have to wear a new wardrobe. My question is whether you will still regard me as your husband when all this is over?" "Gigi." She hesitated then continued, "No, I will answer Geoff's question. I love you and think you're a terrific sport to do this. At the end of three months, which by the way doesn't start until you've finished training, I hope you will appreciate what apparently menial staff do to keep a house up to standards, but you will always be my Geoffrey again once you're out of skirts. Madam Hue hasn't thrown your old clothes away, in three months and five days you will have them back and I will have my husband back, older and I trust wiser. That's all I'm going to say on the subject for the next few months Geoff. Now Gigi, get your backside moving and lay out my clothes for the day." She went on to specify which clothes she wanted and had him run her bath. The worse part for him was being asked to wash and then dry her naked body, but he consoled himself with the knowledge that he would share her bed that night. He saw her off to work then cleaned her bathroom and made her bed. He was just finishing in the kitchen when Madam Hue arrived. "First of all Gigi I want to deal with that unsightly bulge under your dress," she told him. "We can't have a domestic showing such things." She went to the freezer and had some ice cubes dispensed which she wrapped in a tea towel. She lifted his skirt, pulled down his panty and held the ice against his groin, making him jump. "Hold very still Gigi." His bits had gone quite numb but he could feel her fiddling with something. "There, that's not longer a problem for any of us." She pulled his pants back up. "I've fitted you with a panty shield, it will be a little uncomfortable at times, but you won't have to worry about embarrassing yourself. You will have to sit down now to urinate though." At the first opportunity he had, when he was set to polish all the woodwork in their library, he examined what she had done. He was fitted with a chastity device and it was getting very uncomfortable, not just a little. It seemed to have bits on the inside that were digging into him, he asked Madam Hue if he could speak, using the proper silent method. "Madam Hue, I think this panty shield is too small, it's really more than just uncomfortable, it hurts." "Gigi, it's just a case of mind over matter. So long as you don't have lascivious thoughts you will stay small down there and you'll get used to it. Now get on with your work, I'm very annoyed that you wanted to discuss something that wasn't work related. Don't say I didn't warn you." Of course the more someone tells you not to think about a particular subject, the more one's mind drifts onto it. Apart from lunch he spent the day practicing walking, serving, sitting, picking things up just bending his legs and a myriad of other movements that the woman of the house would usually find natural. A new innovation was a throat spray she gave him that helped him speak with a higher octave tone to his voice. She pointed out that he may inadvertently meet someone who knew him as Geoffrey and she would do her best to change both his appearance and mannerism sufficiently for them not to recognise him. To this end she had him speaking in a different pattern to his masculine self and she promised him that on Friday he would have a make over that would make his own mother doubt it was him. That evening when his wife saw him it wasn't a surprise for her, so the evening's chores went comparatively un-remarked upon, however at her bed time, after Madam Hue had left and as she had promised, Lucy told him to slip off his dress and shoes and join her in bed. The trouble was, as soon as he went to do so he let out a whimper. "What's the matter Gigi?" she asked him. "I'm sorry Lucy, but do you have the key to this thing?" He showed her the chastity fixed to his privates with the skin surrounding the area quite red. "I'm sorry too Gigi, I'm afraid you are being over familiar with your employer. I have no need of that to penetrate me, you will only use your mouth." She sounded quite cross and it wasn't until then he remembered not to speak her name. "I apologise Madam, but it is very painful." "Again Gigi, I don't need to know your problems, now get busy." As he worked her to three climaxes he was in agony and was relieved when she finally told him that he'd done enough and he could go to bed. It took much longer to get off to sleep that night, he was in such pain that didn't seem to want to go away. Wednesday and Thursday passed in much the same way as previous training days. He learned which items of clothing needed hand washing, how to iron everything including his wife's pleated skirt. He already knew how to prepare and set up formal dinner parties, so having tested him and approved, his tutor showed him how to give a woman a massage and where the more subtle erogenous zones were on her body. Again this was a very painful lesson as he had to practice on a naked Madam Hue. His wife hadn't asked for him in bed those two nights. A day to day diary was placed in the dining room and in it Lucy wrote notes to him about anything she needed to instruct him to do that required planning. For example she wasn't in to dine on Thursday evening, but she had the meal marked for six persons on the Friday at eight o'clock which made Friday a busy day. He did most of the prep. For the meal on Thursday afternoon and Friday morning, including things like laying up the table and getting the hostess trolley set up in the kitchen to keep whatever he needed warm. Then after an early lunch three women that he didn't know arrived. They set up equipment in the bathroom of the smallest double bedroom in the house (they had six bedrooms all together) and had him strip to his underwear. While one woman worked on making up his face, the other two wove extensions into his hair which matched exactly his own dark colouring. When the make up artist had finished with his face, including gluing on long eyelashes and putting something on his lips that made them tingle, she attached long artificial fingernails to his own and coloured them bright red. Once the make up woman had finished, she cleaned the room while the others completed their job. He was finally shown himself in the mirror. The shape of his face had been changed by subtle shading and with his plumped lips covered in a wet looking red lipstick matching his nails, there wasn't a trace of man about him. He was astonished, especially when he saw that his hair, tied with a white ribbon at the back of his neck, reached down to his waist. He couldn't speak and really felt like crying. How could his wife ever see him as a man again? Madam Hue returned, thanked the women as they left, and told him that it was now time to fit him with his new evening uniform. He had forgotten all about the conditions she had laid down about what the uniform would look like, as she led him back to his room. "First of all I want you to know that your day dresses will be much like the ones you have been wearing except they are tailored in the waist. That will make them fit and look much neater. You have a supply of seven different coloured ones in your closet including black that you will wear on Sundays." She opened the closet door and showed him. "You have three black evening uniforms and one lilac one for special evenings. You have an adequate supply of stockings and shoes coloured to go with them, both black and lilac, but all your underclothes, panties and corsets are white. From now on you will wear stockings attached to your corset all day, every day. While you have excelled in preparing food and some other tasks, you have on several occasions been too familiar with your employer and myself. You have frequently spoken without permission. For that reason your clothes have been supplied as follows. You have a thirty two inch natural waist, your corset and waistline of uniforms are to be twenty six inches. Your skirt length is to be twelve inches, waist to hem, I've supplied shorter to other clients, but you will have to be very careful to maintain your modesty at all times. In the evening, by the time your crinolines are under the skirt, I'm afraid you are going to raise a few people's eyebrows. Finally there is some good news about your heels. They are only going to be three inch high block heels during the day, although you will have four inch high narrow heels for the evening and five inch ones to go with your lilac uniform. That could all have been very much worse, but your cooking skills saved you. Now let's get you dressed. You won't have to worry about your make up, even your lipstick from now on. They have painted your face in what is called 'permanent' make up which will in fact just last for the three months you are in service. Towards the end you may need to touch it up with some ordinary type to keep it looking fresh, but I will stay in touch, visit from time to time to make sure all is well. Don't forget that if your standards slip I will punish you. In particular, if your employer mentions to me again that you've spoken about anything inappropriate, not to do with your immediate instructions, I will take your corset in another three inches and you will be in six inch heels all day every day from then on." She then showed him how to put on and tighten his corset, using a hook on the wall to loop round with the laces and lean away from it. He was finding it very difficult to breathe but was assured that he would get used to it. He stepped into the dress that had built in crinolines that made the skirt stand out almost horizontally and when it was zipped up it was tight to his waist. When he looked at himself he realised that he was a parody of a French maid. He had to practice walking in the shoes, but while the jump up from his two inch blocks was doubling the height, they same principles applied and he was soon fairly proficient. Madam Hue showed him how to attach a little cap on his head that had black ribbons hanging down his back to the same length as his hair. His decorative apron he could already tie in a neat bow behind his waist. By six o'clock he was back in the kitchen wearing a huge cover-all apron to protect his serving clothes. He got the cooking underway where it was required and opened bottles of red Burgundy wine to allow them to breathe. At seven his wife arrived home with a couple that he didn't recognise, and watched as Lucy's eyes practically stood out on stalks when she saw him. He served them drinks and then attended to a few things in the kitchen, being twice interrupted by the return of Madam Hue wearing a classy dress and then by their friends from the golf club, June and Arthur Morrison who apparently knew the first couple. It soon became apparent to him that Madam Hue had supplied domestics to that first couple as well. All the time he anxiously flitted from reception room to kitchen trying to keep everything under control. He watched the men's eyes as he went back and forth, they never rose above the level of his fake breasts. He slowly became less worried of being recognised himself, as he saw that they weren't looking at his face. He became aware that the strangers were a James and Susan Field and he found it odd not to be able to socialise with someone in his home. He got the occasional 'thank you' but by and large, except for the men looking, he was ignored. The meal went off without incident, he hovered and topped up wine and water glasses as required and gradually zoned out of the conversation. That was until he heard his name mentioned. "No Arthur," my wife explained, "he's doing a job abroad, it's a four month contract but he hopes to get it done sooner. You know what he's like, ever since he was redundant he's been like a bear with toothache wanting to do something productive and when an opportunity arose he jumped at the chance." "He must miss being home," June said with sympathy. "That's not all he's missing," she said and laughed. She was getting a bit sozzled from the gin and then the wine. "At least you hope he is," added James with a nudge and a wink. Thoughts of this subject started the pains for him again, he was worried that his entrapped penis was going to suffer lasting damage by the time three months was up. Between eleven fifteen and half past, the guests taxis arrived to take them off. They all thanked Lucy for the meal, saying how much they enjoyed it. No one thanked Gigi. "I need you in my bed tonight girl," Lucy told him with a giggle. He followed her up and she had him undress her then remove her make up and brush her hair before laying on the bed. He went to take off his own dress. "No, keep that on girl. I want a French maid to 'French' me in the most beautiful way tonight." She kept him between her legs for nearly an hour by which time his penis had started to go numb, to his great relief. At one stage he had been silently crying with the pain but she didn't notice the tears on his face that was in any case wet with her juices. "That was marvellous Gigi, you are a treasure. You may go now." He curtseyed and returned to the kitchen where he cried his heart out as he cleared up the debris from the evening. It was two before he was in bed, couldn't sleep and was up again at seven drinking coffee back in the kitchen, fully dressed in his day dress but with the hated corset on underneath. He tried but the dress wouldn't do up without it. He took up Lucy's breakfast as ordered at nine but to his horror she had him again between her legs while she ate. This time she saw his tears when he stood up, they were streaming down his face. "Don't spoil things for me girl, I know that you're frustrated, just get used to it, lots of people don't have sex for three months." He considered telling her that it was physical pain that was causing his distress, but then remembered the threat of being in six inch heels and tightened corset and realised that he daren't. For the rest of the weekend Lucy deliberately had him running around for her. She found a small hand bell and placed it beside his customary chair, she had taken to sitting in it in the lounge. She remembered that there used to be a servants' bell system in the house when she was growing up and decided to reinstate it. He had two more episodes between her legs before she left for work on the Monday morning. At ten she rang him and told him that some workmen were due to arrive at lunchtime to install something and to give them his cooperation. It didn't take him long to realised that the wiring they were putting in was for a bell system that went to the kitchen and had a repeater in his bedroom. At first he was terrified of being alone in the house with three rough looking men, any one of whom could have easily overpowered him, but they all turned out to be very nice to him, except for some good natured banter. Friendly relations were cemented over the copious amounts of tea he brewed for them as they worked. They obviously had no clue that he wasn't a woman and a fairly attractive one at that. Two of the three asked him out with them, but were still cheerful when he politely refused. By five they had finished and he got on with preparing an evening meal for his wife and himself. Once under way he went to his room and changed, so by the time Lucy arrived home he was waiting by the door to curtsey a welcome to her and take her briefcase to place it in the library. She told him to have a gin and tonic ready for her in the lounge in five minutes while she went upstairs to change into sweatpants and t-shirt. "Did the workmen finish the job Gigi?" she asked, once settled and with drink in hand. "Yes Madam," he replied with a curtsey. "Do you know something Gigi? I know it's strange, but when you curtsey like that it really is quite a turn on for me." She laughed as he again curtseyed but this time with a smile on his face. After dinner it wasn't long before she was in bed reading some accounts while he worked away under the bedclothes. As she left for work the next morning she told him that there would be four for dinner that night. "I'm sorry about the short notice, but as my maid you have to be able to cope with sudden changes of plan. If you need to shop you can use the grey lightweight jacket that I've put in your part of the master bedroom closet." With that she was gone. Gigi realised that his wife had done that deliberately, just to show in another way that she was the person in charge. He rushed to give a superficial clean of her bedroom, slipped on her jacket and drove to the supermarket that he knew would have the biggest choice of possible dinner party ingredients. It wasn't until he parked that he realised the significance of his journey. He was out on his own in a dress for the first time. It took some minutes to pluck up the courage to leave the safety of the vehicle but by the time he got back to it, it had all been an anticlimax. He was addressed politely as 'madam' and offered help packing which he declined and was soon on the drive home. He couldn't explain it, but he was elated, it was a long time since he had such a thrilling time. He had a lot of work to do but it was all completed by the time Lucy arrived home with her three guests. They were all men. It wasn't that unusual for her to entertain prospective clients, especially if her letting or buying of a big premises was involved, but he was sure that in this instance she had done it just to embarrass him. The men all ogled at him, barely noticing what Lucy was talking about. After dinner they went to the library and Gigi was asked to put some Champagne on ice. When he was called to serve it, there was a celebration of a contract signed between them. It wasn't until after they had gone that Lucy told him what it was all about. "Very well done Gigi," she was smiling ear to ear, "I've just pulled off buying the largest building in town and those people have agreed to lease it from me even before the cheque to buy it has cleared. The price they are paying will pay for the whole thing in under four years and will make us millions. Sorry, I mean make me millions, a mere maid won't see any of that of course, even though she unknowingly distracted them enough for me to be able to drive a very hard bargain." His joy at her pleasure was muted dramatically to hear what the qualification was that she gave. Was that all he was to her now? All he could do was curtsey and follow her upstairs, knowing that her pleasure would only bring him more pain. Two weeks passed more or less uneventfully until one Saturday evening she arranged a drinks party with a buffet meal. He knew that it would be far less concentrated work than a formal dinner, it could be spread out, but was dismayed to hear that around twenty people had been invited. "I'm afraid that you will be on your feet for quite a long time tonight," Lucy told him. "It's just unfortunate but I want you in your lilac uniform and heels. If you don't act as if you are enjoying the evening, or I see you not in your heels be warned, I will make it your 'coming out' party. I'll tell everyone who you are. Maids at this sort of event are frequently pinched or groped but have to behave as if they are enjoying the attention and you must do the same." He thought to himself that most maids didn't have to put up with a chastity device like his. While he had been getting less frequent 'hard' periods, his crotch now ached pretty much all the time and when it did try to get hard the pain was worse than ever. On a couple of occasions he thought he was going to pass out it was so bad. When the guests started to arrive he was shocked. He knew that a number of the manual workers from where he used to work were taken on by Lucy, forming a building maintenance and improvement division. Seven of them, with their 'plus ones' had been invited, all of them knew him well. Other guests included their neighbours, and friends from the tennis club. Almost everyone in the room should have been able to recognise him. It wasn't long before that became a secondary consideration. As the drinks flowed so the men, and one or two of the women, started making sexual advances on him, not helped by his wife saying that her maid liked to flirt in her sexy costumes. Several times he nearly fell off his five inch heels as he tried to avoid his bottom being pinched but still had to keep smiling. Late in the evening one of the men, a large bully, Brian Davies, who he knew only too well, grabbed him with his arm, swung him round and gave him a long kiss, forcing his tongue into Gigi's mouth. "Oh Sir," the maid told him with a smile, "I have to be careful, my boyfriend gets awfully jealous." "Really, who's he?" "He's just been picked as a Lions international rugby prop forward, so he's much bigger than you and I'm afraid he has a very violent temper." He smiled sweetly as the bully quickly made his excuses and left to mingle with the other guests. Lucy had been watching what she expected to be high embarrassment for her husband and was surprised that the big man seemed to have been frightened off by the small maid. When she asked him about it later she couldn't stop laughing, particularly as the other men in the room had stopped harassing the maid within a very few minutes. It seemed that word got round. Lucy's amusement during the evening, watching her feminine husband mincing round the room with trays of food or drinks, finished with him satisfying the sexual desire that had been building during that time. However, he spoiled her mood by crying as he did it, and for the first time in over two weeks she saw him doing it. "You have to spoil things for me don't you? You're not capable of going without sex for only three weeks, are you? I'm going to tell Madam Hue on Monday to teach you a lesson, now go to bed." The next morning he made up his mind. If he was going to be punished anyway he might as well tell Lucy what the problem was. He stood in the required manner as she ate her breakfast until she asked what he wanted. "I'm sorry for my behaviour last night, but I am in the most awful pain from this chastity thing. It hurts all the time now but when I get hard I can't stand it." I'll mention it to Madam Hue when I speak to her, but really I don't think there's any excuse, now get my clothes out for the day, I'm playing mixed doubles tennis at the club at eleven so I want my bag packed with everything I need. Oh, and by the way, have enough lunch ready for four of us at one thirty, I'll bring my partner and the opposition back here after we finish. Oh, and wear your evening uniform to make it a little more formal." He had cooked a honey roast ham and a chicken while he was preparing the buffet for last night, but in the event more alcohol had been drunk than food eaten. He also had some antipasti on hand so just had to bake some bread and prepare salad dressing, a garlic French dressing this time, and some cr?me caramels for desserts. He opened three bottles of light Beaujolais in case it was needed. All the time his penis was throbbing and aching as he got to wondering who Lucy was going to partner in his absence. He laid the dining table and went up and changed the bedding on his wife's bed, cleaned the bathroom and tidied up. He was ready to serve aperitifs when they arrived at nearly two o'clock. It was obvious that they had already been drinking. The first thing he saw was that Lucy had partnered Bill Nicholls for the match. While he knew from the communal showers that he was among the largest in the club and had nothing to be ashamed of, he also knew that Bill had a reputation among the members. More than once he had been threatened with expulsion for getting together with wives that should have known better. At that moment he had his arm round Lucy in a proprietorial manner. They all wanted large gin and tonics before they ate, then had all three bottles of wine, plus an extra one and finishing with a whole bottle of his best Cognac. While he was in the kitchen clearing up, Frank and Mary Field, Lucy's opponents left and Bill and his wife were nowhere to be seen. In dread that he might be right and with his head buzzing, he went up to the master bedroom and knocked on the door. With no reply he knocked again, this time much louder. "Go away!" Lucy shouted. While he was quite prepared to go along with the game as far as being a maid was concerned, he wasn't going to put up with infidelity. The trouble was, what could he do? He certainly wasn't strong enough to take on Bill Nicholls who was big and powerfully built, and he didn't want to go in there as the enraged husband. Then he had an idea. He opened the bedroom door to find them both naked on the bed. He was so shocked that for a moment he forgot what to say. "What the hell are you doing coming in here?" Nicholls shouted. "I'm sorry Madam, your husband is on the phone, I thought you should know." Suddenly he realised that when Lucy had shouted, it wasn't at him. Nicholls had removed her clothes against her wishes but she was too drunk to do much about it except complain. "Tell him she'll ring him back and clear off." By now Nicholls was losing his patience. "I'm sorry sir," he replied, "I can't do that, he can only make outgoing calls on a satellite phone, she has to speak to him and if you don't leave I will have to tell him what is going on. I'm sorry." In a foul temper the man quickly pulled his trousers, shirt and shoes back on and hurried out of the house. Lucy was asleep. Gigi came over dizzy. He knew it was relief at stopping what at best was rape at worst his wife's adultery. He went to lie down on his bed for a while, and he too was soon unconscious. Apart from getting up a couple of times, once to put on her nightgown the other just to throw up in the toilet, Lucy slept the night until seven thirty. She felt absolutely awful. Apart from the worse hangover she'd ever had, she could remember going to bed with Bill Nicholls but not anything else. When there was no sign of Gigi, she believed that he must have seen what she'd done and was either left home or ignoring her. She knew she didn't deserve anything less. She dressed and went to work where she had the first coffee of her day. She immersed herself in work, only breaking off for a short while to see if she could trace where Geoff had gone. People who she had told that he'd left the country thought that she'd suddenly gone mad. She worked late, not wanting to go back to an empty house, stopping for a bite to eat on the way and went straight to bed with a tablet to make her sleep. The next morning she felt lonely. On the way into work she remembered the chastity device that Gigi had been complaining about, surely Geoff would have told Madam Hue to get it off him and return his clothes? She rang and spoke to her. "No, I haven't heard from Geoff or Gigi," she claimed. Halfway through the afternoon it occurred to her that he may have left a note. She left the office early and for the first time went to the 'maid's room'. As soon as she opened the door she was hit by the smell. It was revolting and made her gag. There was Gigi sprawled across the bed, deathly white. She felt for his pulse, there but very weak. She called an ambulance and phoned Madam Hue once more. "Get round here right away with the key to his chastity, something's very wrong." By the time the medics had loaded him into the ambulance, Hue was there and they took the chastity device off him. That was when they could see the cause of the smell, the whole of his crotch area had obviously turned septic. "Give me that thing and get out," Lucy told the woman, a medic gave her a bag to put it in. For the first time she was able to see the cruel bloody spikes on the inside of the device. For two days it was touch and go whether he would survive. For another week they were worried that he wasn't out of the woods but, heavily bandaged, eventually he was transferred to a low dependency room and Lucy could talk bout things to him. "I didn't last out very well for the three months, did I?" He was able to joke with her. "Geoff, I've a terrible confession, something I must tell you." She was in tears. "I think I went to bed with another man." "You did, but it's not what you think." He had toyed with the idea of teasing her before telling her the truth but he loved her too much to be cruel. "You were drunk and Bill Nicholls took you up to bed and stripped you, but you were trying to stop him. I came in with a stupid story and got rid of him." "Oh Geoff, how could you do that when I was so nasty to you?" "You weren't nasty, you were just acting the same as me. I enjoyed some of it, didn't you?" "I must make another confession," she smiled broadly, "I think I enjoyed our lesbian lovemaking more than I've enjoyed any sex, I wish I could have done it to you to show you." "That's just as well, I think it's going to be a long while before we can have it any other way." They were just laughing about that when the consultant came in to see him. Lucy asked if she should leave but he insisted she stayed. I'm sorry Mr Baines, Mrs Baines," he looked very serious, "I have some extremely bad news for you. There's no easy way to say this, but we will be unable to save your reproductive organs." He allowed them a minute to take in what he had just said but suddenly they both started laughing. "I think your first move is to see one of our psychologists. I'm sorry don't you understand the seriousness of this?" "Tell me doctor," asked Geoff, "is there enough there to give me a sex change operation?" "Well, yes, that was an option I wanted you to discuss and think over." "We don't need to think it over Doctor, just go ahead. I'm sorry Doctor I should explain. "For the last few weeks we have been experimenting with me playing the part of a woman. I won't go into the details they're not important. What we were just saying before you walked in was that we both enjoyed it. My wife had wonderful sex and wanted me to share it. "Now can you see why we laughed?" It took a month of preparing him both mentally and physically before he could have the procedure done and a further six rather painful weeks before he was finally and completely feeling a she. Her new name, she decided was going to be Georgina, tempted though she was to be Gigi, they both felt it a little too frivolous. They had planned a sort of ceremony the day of her first female experience, but the night before they had both started kissing and cuddling, one thing led to another and the next thing was a scream coming from the new woman's lips. Georgina had her first orgasm. The next morning they were too tired to get up, having spent most of the night satisfying each other over and over again. They still celebrated. There in the post was the written confirmation from Lucy's lawyers that they were still married, as single sex marriage was now lawful and just some paperwork needed to be done. That evening, Georgina told her wife to be seated at the table, the dinner was ready. She sat patiently for a couple of minutes, then Gigi the maid brought her dinner in and served her with a curtsey. "You see, Gigi's still at your service sometimes Madam," the maid told her with a laugh.